Marauder crack

Black and White

On Saturday morning the exam virus, that invisible enemy that takes the school by storm at the end of the semester, is already the owner and lord of Hogwarts. James tries to convince Peter into accompanying them to Hogsmeade to serve Dumbledore's punishment but, crouching behind a book of History of Magic and red-eyed from lack of sleep, Peter refuses. Too distraught to take a break.

- Monday! Exams start on Monday!

His expression reflects a horror so deep that even Sirius feels pity for the poor kid.

- If one day something matters so much to me, you have my permission to gift me to the dementors and finish me off.

James grabs his shoulder as they leave the castle.

- Sirius, man, you would do anything for a kiss, right?

Remus accompanies them because he is the only one who has seen Muggle movies, and because James insists that he'll give them good advice: He wants a movie to let him help him win Lily. Something romantic, something great, something that softens her heart and makes her realize that no one will love her like him. Something mythical and magical that makes her fall into his arms at last.

- Jimmy, we are going to choose a movie, not crack.

But James Potter is so excited at the prospect of one night potentially so important that Sirius's sarcasm doesn't even touch him. They reach Hogsmeade on foot and in broad daylight. No tunnels or invisible cloak for once. They follow Dumbledore's instructions to end up in the only place in town they hadn't visited. A door that goes unnoticed between Zonko's joke shop and the Honeydukes warehouse. It has no name, just a rusty plaque that once said "Museum of Muggle Items and Toy Trains" and that now it is hardly read. They call and are greeted by a waxy voice. On the interior, the only visible presence is a ghost with the appearance of deep tiredness, and so transparent that you can hardly see it.

-Albus Dumbledore sent us...- says Remus. - To choose films?

The ghost coughs and disappears just for a second, to appear then on a shelf at the end of a narrow hallway. Not seeming surprised by the visit. Although it would rather be said that it does not seem absolutely interested in the visit. Or for nothing, certainly.

- Here they are all. Take the cans you want and bring them back on Monday. Or not. You will see.

- Excuse me - before the spectrum disappears, James asks - what is this site?

- "Museum of Muggle Items and Toy Trains" - repeat inscription from the entrance with a voice that reveals deep vital monotony. Or well, in his case, mortal. -Before, when I was mostly alive - he coughs again and evaporates again for a second, to end this time on the aged counter- I was attracted by muggle items and also toy trains. Business wasnae bad. People were crazy about corkscrews and colors chalk. - It seems to come alive for a second and regain a certain color but he turns off again, immediately, gaseous and almost invisible. - Now there's no room in the magical world for these things. Bad times- he protests. - Bad times.

He disappears grumbling into the store. He leaves them with dozens of round boxes, like brass cakes. Inside, there are rolls of film and the smell reminds Sirius a bit of the muggle hospital where he saw Remus' mom. They draw one after the other and James asks which ones are the most romantic and good for kisses in the dark. Most of the tapes are very old and Remus has seen almost all of them but in a mysterious device called a TP.

- TV, Sirius.

- What difference does it make.

He tells them about gangster movies and detective movies. Of the silent and the musicals ones, and his favorites, the spooky ones. Sirius has one of those in his hands.

- "The werewolf" - he reads and his eyes shine. - I want to see this.

The most excited is James, who takes out all the boxes and opens all the cans and amuses himself going through all the titles while Sirius, unable to sit still, takes a look at toy trains that are no longer working, and other mysterious Muggle relics. What intrigues him the most it's both the movies and also why people go to see them.

- In the dark, sitting, without light. Tell me the truth Moony, people go to the cinema to touch themselves.

He confesses it.

- I suppose. Sometimes.

Remus is taking a look at the dusty books kept at the museum. He senses, in the distance, danger.

- So?.

- So what?

- Have you been to the movies?

"To get kinky with someone. In the dark". He doesn't say it, although it isn't needed to be said.

- I've gone.

Laconic.

- Alone?

Dangerous.

- Sometimes.

- So sometimes you have been with some aquaintances.

Very dangerous. Remus notices how defensive he is.

- Why do you care?

- I don't know, I'm curious- says Sirius, with that kind of disarming sincerity. - You know everything about me, after all. What food I like the most, what is my favorite class, what girls do I like.

I think you know. Pumpkin cake. Defense Against the Arts Dark Arts, and the girls, of course.

- You like all the girls.

- But I don't know anything about you.

There he is. So quiet. Remus lumps in his throat and Sirius seems immune to modesty and malice. More of the first than the second.

-It's not true - he defends himself, but Sirius doesn't give in.

- Fuck yes it is. You are a mystery, Lupin and I am a curious dog. You seemed like a haven of peace and you were a werewolf. You got along with all the girls at school and I find out you don't even fancy any of them- Sirius puts down the toy trains and combs his hair with one hand, and Remus doesn't know how to handle that intensity. When Sirius looks at him, he is watching all way through him, and Remus feels naked. - I don't know what you write at night in that muggle notebook or what you like to do in summer. I did not know that your mother was ill, man. I don't know what makes you mad if anything makes you mad.

-You make me quite angry- Remus interrupts. Because it's Sirius, so close to him, in an abandoned shop, almost without light, banished from memory. And it is too much.

- I do not know what worries you - Sirius makes a silence that does not seem deliberate, but it could be - or what makes you horny.

And again, always, the answer is you. "You make me horny, Black. Forever. Now, fuck, if you only knew how hot you make me right now even you would feel ashamed". But he doesn't say it, of course. He has no saliva left to chat.

- I just want to say, there's nothing you can't tell me, Moony.

"I love you, Sirius Black".

- I know.

"You are the dark side of the moon and I love you desperately".

- You keep everything inside, Remus and it can't be right. - As soon as all that worried seriousness has appeared, it fades away to reveal the usual Sirius again, unable to resist a joke. - Once in a while, the wolf must be walked under the full moon, Moony.

Remus gulps so hard it hurts him. With some effort. He doesn't know what to do with his hands.

- I'll keep that in mind.

-You can tell me anything, Moony, because ... - he sighs so deep that makes him want to be air and fill his lungs- ... because it's me, OK?.

He is about. He's so close to saying it that when James's voice interrupts them from the back, he thinks he has already said it, without realizing it. "I want you".

- I found IT! - He appears delighted, with a can in his hands. - I FOUND THE MOVIE!!!