I see you in the stars - Jegulus

Chapter 1 - James

For those who have been forgotten by the world, but never by the stars.

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The forest was a deep green and brown, looming over the two kids as they lay underneath a clearing, watching the stars. The younger one pointed to the different constellations, barely speaking apart from telling softly the unique names. The older boy simply stared. Shifting his eyes between the slender, pearl, white hand that was adorned with various rings which continued to point at the darkening sky, and the boy's perfect face. He could tell apart each and every light freckle that embellished his face now, and he couldn't stop staring at the bewitching grey eyes that somehow became slightly lighter everytime the two saw each other. It was a perfect moment. It was as if the world had stopped for them, stopped its hate. Its darkness. Its evil. Like the world was frozen for the two boys destined to love, destined to fall.

But it was becoming hazy. The moment was being disrupted, things fading in and out, and the older boy was struggling to figure out what was real or fake. Nevertheless, he still felt calm, as a part of him knew that the boy beside him was real. Pushing through the haze that was beginning to drag him down, he touched the boy's curls. Oh those addicting curls. They felt soft between his fingers. He ran his fingers through them again, and again, and again. As if afraid they would suddenly disappear from him. That the boy that was now looking at him with an expression he couldn't quite work out with all the blurriness would slip, just between the fingers.

It was only inevitable that he did. It was sudden, like he was being yanked with great force despite his efforts to fight against it. Disorientating darkness suddenly was all around him. The boy couldn't figure out what happened - where he was. He reached out, trying to get to those soft curls again, but all he felt was bone-chilling coldness. And this sickly liquid.. This liquid that didn't feel all right, it felt as if he was being pulled under, under to what he wasn't sure. But all he wanted to do was go back to those curls. His curls and his stars.

"Prongs."

"Prongs."

"Prongs get up or I will aguamenti your lazy arse." James slowly woke up from his deep sleep to a very close Sirius looking over his face. Startled, he shot up, headbutting the boy opposite in the process. "Jesus what the fuck James!" Sirius hissed, rubbing his nose which was now becoming redder by the second.

"Your fault for being so bloody close to my face." James grumbled whilst trying to shake himself out of the dream he had woken up from. It was blurry, he could barely remember it now he was awake. But he remembered a set of curls that had become un-kept in its once perfect state curled up next to him, in some sort of forest? The dream was fragmented now, but James remembered feeling happy, and warm for a short while, before.. He shook his head whilst putting his glasses on, pushing the rest of the dream out of his head.

"Yea fuck you too Prongs, Effie asked me to get you up, we're going to Diagon Alley today remember?" James nodded absentmindedly as he got out of his bed, grumbling under his breath about a certain dog being castrated whilst going down the stairs to a lovely smelling kitchen. Said kitchen was bustling, with a range of magic items doing their own thing to make breakfast, and to keep the neat, homely house in order. It was slightly chaotic, but in it's own organisation and charm that James always loved. He always adored coming into the bustling house, where his Mum and her magic was always in the air, swirling around him like a warm embrace. Her motherly scent was something James could never get over - a range of cinnamon and different spices always surrounding Euphemia as she worked and hummed to herself. James always remembered the times Sirius entered the kitchen during holidays and when he first moved in. He had obviously never experienced a house like his before, thanks to the oh so loving Walburga, and was a little awe-struck seeing it for the first couple of times.