A Marauder Story; My Real Family FINISHED

Mrs Jessica Black · Geplaatst: Wo Jan 04, 2006 12:37

Hello all lovely and faithfull readers of A Marauder Story; My Real Family!!
Thank you for being so patient with me. I give you my new and last Chapter of this story. I must admit, it feels strange to be finished with it. Like a kid going to live on it's own.

Once again, I dedicate this story to Sirius Black. Who will forever stay my true love.

Anyway... it's finished now. Bye.
See you in the next story.

~::Chapter Sixteen::~

“We’re home!” James said loudly as they entered the house through the backdoor. But he got no reply.
“Wait,” Sirius said, “There’s a note on the door.”
He pulled a piece of parchment from the door, read it and gave it to James who read it too.

Dear James & Sirius,

We’re out for dinner. I didn’t know what time you’d be back, but at least now you know where we are.
See you tonight.

Kisses,
Mum and Dad

“Hm,” James said, laying the letter on the dresser. “Let’s hope there’s something to eat. I’m starving.”

*

James closed a cupboard.
“Nope,” he said. “Nothing to eat.”
“We’re doomed.” Sirius finally said.
They had searched the whole house for something to eat, but they didn’t find anything. James opened a final cupboard and the only thing he took out, was a tin with raw corn in it.
“Tuck in.” James said sarcastically, placing the tin on the dresser.
Sirius flopped down into the chair standing behind him. “Now what?”
“Wait,” James said. “We can cook them.”
“Then what?”
“Well, then at least we have something to eat.”
“I don’t like cooked vegetables.” Sirius answered on a bored kind of way. “Gets all soggy.”
“You have any other suggestions?” James asked, leaning against the dresser while brushing a hand through his untidy hair.
Sirius shrugged. There was a silent pause.
“What will happen if we bake them?” Sirius finally said.
“Dunno,” James replied. “Shall we try?”
Sirius got up and started searching for a pan. Once he found one, he placed it on the cooker.
“Okay. Er- do you have butter?”
James reached into an open cupboard and took out a hump of butter.
“There you go.”
“Thanks.” Sirius said, while grabbing a knife from the dresser. He slit it into the butter.
“Watch it- “ James said suddenly, bumping into Sirius on purpose.
“Jerk.” Sirius laughed, as he took the now way too big piece of butter off the wrapper and placed it into the pan.
James lit the fire on the cooker and the hump of butter began to melt immediately, spreading a strong smell of warm butter around the kitchen. Sirius made a dog-like moan.
“Sweet Merlin, that smells so good. Especially when you place a raw piece of steak-”
“Yeah, yeah, Mr I-come-over-a-piece-of-steak. Let’s get on with it, shall we?” James replied.
Sirius scowled at James but picked the tin can from the dresser and emptied it in the hot, bubbling butter. They looked at it for a while, but it didn’t do much.
“I’ve got to go to the loo,“ James said, turning his around. “I’ll be right-”
Plop.
Something hit him against the back of the head. He turned around.
“What was-”
Plop.
This time it was Sirius that got hit.
Plop. Plop.
“Duck! It’s the corn!” Sirius said, laughing. “It’s bloody popping!”
Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop.
Popped corn was flying all around the kitchen now, as the two friends tried to avoid them, both laughing their heads off.
“Ouch! They’re hot!” James said, screwing up his face as a popped corn hit his eye.
“D’oh, fruitcake.” Sirius said laughing. “Where’s that bloody lit?!”
“It’s in the- OUCH!” James got one in his eye now, “In the cupboard- oh shut up!”
Sirius had to lean against a chair to keep standing now. He was laughing so hard, but within seconds, he got one popped in the face too, which made them both laugh harder than ever.

*

“Doesn’t taste that bad.” Sirius said, picking a popped corn from the dresser and eating it.
It had taken at least ten minutes for all the corn to pop and now the kitchen was finally safe again.
“Hm…” James replied, chewing on one too. “A bit lame, but at least its eatable.”
“We could just get all the ones that hasn’t popped to the floor, put some sugar over it and eat ‘m.” Sirius suggested, picking a bowl from a shelf.
“Alright. I’ll clean the floor, then.” James said. “But first I’m going to the loo!”

When James had returned, he cleaned the floor and when the kitchen was all shiny again, he and Sirius went upstairs to his room to eat their new invention. They had left Mayor Muggle downstairs to let him clean the floor from rests.
After fifteen minutes, they heard something downstairs which meant James’s parents were back home. Within a minute there was a knock in the door.
”Yeah?” James said.
The door opened and Mrs Potter stepped in.
“Hey, guys. We’re home again. How was it?”
“Oh, it was great!” Sirius started.
“Really awesome!” James added.
James’s mother smiled.
“Too bad we lost. But I’m glad you enjoyed yourselves anyway.”
“Yeah, but we didn’t enjoy coming home, mum. There was no food in the house, whatswhoever!”
“I know! Sorry about that. Oh, and talking about homes…” she turned to Sirius. “Sirius, could I have a word with you?”
Sirius first looked at James with a puzzled look on his face. James shrugged. The Sirius turned to Mrs Potter again and stood up.
“Yeah… sure…”
Mrs Potter stepped aside, letting Sirius through the door and closed it.
Mr Potter was apparently waiting for them, because he was upstairs too.
Sirius felt a bit uneasy, not knowing what was going on. He couldn’t remember doing anything wrong. Well, not since they returned from the Tournament, that is. Was it the corn? Wasn’t the kitchen cleaned properly?
He had his hands in his pockets, fully aware he was scared to death to be told off by these nice people. To his great relieve Mrs Potter smiled.
“Relax, dear. You’ve done nothing wrong, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Then… what is it?” he said a bit curiously.
Mrs Potter laughed.
“That sounds like you never really had a decent conversation with anyone, unless you did something wrong.”
Sirius smiled wearily. “No… I haven’t.” he said rather quietly.
Mrs Potter sighed and looked at her husband.
“Sirius,” Mr Potter said. “We’ve been talking. A lot. About your parents,” – Sirius twitched at the mentioning of them – “your home situation, your school results… About your behaviour…”
‘I knew it. This is about my behaviour.’ Sirius thought.
Mrs Potter spoke.
“We know you and James are best of friends and get along more than well. And all though we are fully aware of you being a little ahead of your age and like to disturb everything that’s too quiet according to you, we like you very much too.”
Sirius had really no idea what this was leading to.
“So,” Mrs Potter continued, “We’ve got you something.”
Sirius looked at their hands... which were empty.
“What is it?” he asked.
Mrs Potter smiled again and walked to the other side of the landing. Mr Potter and Sirius followed.
Mrs Potter held her hand on the handle of the spare room but didn’t open it.
She made sure Sirius was standing next to her. Then she opened the door.
“Welcome to the family.”
First Sirius looked at her, frowning. Then he looked into the spare room. Well, the room that previously was a spare room.
The white walls were now painted deep, dark shades of blue and all Sirius’s precious stuff and belongings were neatly placed into the room with a new cage for Colonel Snobby in the windowsill.
He stared at it for some time.
“You mean-” he turned to Mr and Mrs Potter, “That I can stay here?!” he said disbelievingly.
They both smiled warmly and nodded.
“Th- thanks…”
“That was the least we could do, Sirius.” Mr Potter said.
“No, really… this means the world to me.” Sirius said, surprised by his own openness.
“Well, everyone would have wished you a better place. We can give it to you.” Mrs Potter said softly.
Sirius smiled weakly, followed by a long silence.
“Well,” Mr Potter finally said, “We’ll leave you to your room, then.”
He gave the still quite paralyzed Sirius a tap on the shoulder and descended the stairs.
“Oh,” Mrs Potter said. “Could you ask James to come down stairs in half an hour for tea?”
“Yeah… sure.”
“That’s for you too, of course.” She smiled and followed her husband downstairs.
Sirius sighed heavily and took a careful step into the room as though it was sacred ground. He slowly closed the door and looked around again. Mayor Muggle was resting in a new terrarium on the desk. They must have secretly taken him upstairs five minutes ago. Sirius took him out and placed him on his shoulder.
“This is much better than that rotten, old hovel, isn’t it?” he said quietly to his green friend.
He sat down on the bed. It was only then, that he noticed the little note lying on his pillow. It was a little list of house rules and a sweet, welcome word.

Dear Sirius,

We hope you’ll feel at home (though we bet you will) and that from now on you will be able to see us as sort of parents now.

Love,
Mr & Mrs Potter

He lay the letter aside and observed his new room.
He heard footsteps on the other side of the door. It swung open and James appeared in the opening.
“What’s going-” he looked around, wide eyed, and then at Sirius. “…on…”
“I guess you’re stuck with me forever now, Prongs…” Sirius said softly.
James didn’t say anything. He just stood there… And smiled.

END

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