Marauders Short Stories

I'm a Potter, bitch

Description: Sirius moves into the Potter's house right before their sixth year kicks off, and James and Sirius run into some trouble on the train platform.
CW: Abuse, injury, and swearing

1976, August 29, 1:00 am

James sat on his bed flipping through an old copy of Quidditch Weekly. He flipped through the pages half heartedly as the rain pounded on his window. There was a big storm tonight, but James didn't mind, the sound of rain comforted him. He finished flipping through the magazine and was just about to resign to doing his summer homework when he heard a pounding on his front door. James jumped off his bed and walked towards the door. His parents were asleep, so they weren't going to answer it. As he walked down the hall he thought about who could be at the door. The list wasn't very long, but James went through the possibilities anyway. He made it to the front door and waved his hand to unlock it. As the door opened, James's face fell.

"Oh my god." he muttered. Right outside his house stood Sirius Black. There was a tear in his robe, and a huge, bleeding cut on his forehead. He was as pale as a ghost and swaying. He looked like he was barely conscious. James had no idea how he was standing.

"Pads, what the hell happened?" James asked.

"I-I...I got hurt....I'm sorry to impose...I-I just-"

"Come in, you'll freeze to death." James said as he ushered Sirius into the living room.

"Mom, Dad! It's Sirius!" James called as he sat down on the couch with Sirius.

"Now Sirius, can you tell me what happened?" James asked.

"We got in-in a fight." Sirius replied.

"Who got in a fight?"

"Me-me and my parents. I wouldn't do it, Prongs. I wouldn't let them do it."

"Do what, Pads?"

"Get the mark. I wouldn't do i-it."

"They tried to give you the dark mark?"

"Y-yes, but I wouldn't l-let t-them."

"What did they do?"

"T-they h-hurt m-me. R-really bad.". James could have cried right then. The fact that this was happening to his best friend broke his heart. He didn't deserve this.

"What's going on?" Euphemia asked as she walked down the stairs. She saw the state Sirius was in and her face went white.

"Dear, what happened?" She asked as she knelt in front of Sirius.

"His family tried to give him the mark but he refused." James said, not wanting to make Sirius explain it again.

"Ok dear, can you tell me what they did, that way I can give you some medication." Euphemia said.

"I-I, uh, t-they used d-diffindo." Sirius pointed to the cut on his forehead, "A-and t-then they u-used t-the crucio c-curse.". Sirius was shaking at this point. James saw tears prick his mother's eyes. He knew this was heartbreaking for her too.

"Alright dear. I'm going to get you some murtlap essence for that cut, ok?" Euphemia said as she stood up.

"Stay here, James." Fleamont said as he went with his wife to the other room. James took a deep breath.

"You're gonna be ok, Pads. You won't have to go back there ever again."

"T-thank you." Sirius replied, "I-I'm just scared."

"What are you scared of, Pads?". Just then Euphemia came in with some murtlap essence.

"Alright dear, this will help that cut, but it'll leave a scar I'm afraid." Euphemia said. She took a dollop of the cream and applied it to the cut on Sirius's forehead. The cut almost instantly stopped bleeding and left a reddish pink scar. Sirius reached up to feel the mended cut.