It hits midnight, Christmas morning a few hours away as the world sleeps in preparation for Santa and his reindeers. The Potter house is full of light and life as the family share drinks and tales of Christmas past. They didn't expect a guest, so when the door thudded three times and the frost on the windows began to crack James was confused, who could be here at this time?
Getting up from the couch in his christmas pyjamas James answers the door, while a smile faltering as he realises who it is
'Padfoot?'
Sirius tries to be strong, tries to hold it together, with a valiant effort he tries his best. 'I'm - I didn't know where to go'
James' mother Euphemia comes around the door. Euphemia looks every part the mother Walburga wasn't. She had warm, kind eyes, smooth skin with wrinkles showing a life full of happiness. A stark change to Walburgas stern, unmoving face.
'James, who's there? Sirius dear? Are you okay, you'll catch a cold out there. Come in, before you catch death'
Sirius couldn't hold it, as soon as he walks into the house, seeing the love that is shared he breaks down to his knees, sobbing, heartfelt, Earth crushing sobs escape his mouth
'He, He wouldn't come. I had to leave. He wouldn't come with me, oh god fuck he, he didn't listen he wouldnt come'
'Who dear, what's happening?'
'Reg, he didn't come with me, I couldn't save him, he wouldn't listen. We have to go back, we have to get him please'
Realisation dawns over the Potters faces as Mrs Potter sends Mr Potter to set up a room for Sirius, next to James'. James and Euphemia try to calm Sirius down, huddling around him like a cocoon. Letting him cry, giving him love. Sirius' world has crashed in a night and there's nothing they could do, or say to change it.
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The Marauders - Noble House of Black
FanfictionThis is a short story of the Black Brothers. Two brothers brought into the world in the midst of war, two brothers who are forced to chose a side. Two brothers who just wanted to listen to David Bowie.
