All the Young Dudes ( Sirius' Perspective )

The War : Autumn 1979

You thrill me, you delight me

You please me, you excite me

You’re something I’d been pleading for

I love you, I adore you

I’ve laid my life before you

I’ll have you want me more and more

And finally it seems my lonely days are through

I’ve been waiting for you

 

Friday 7th September 1979

“Uuurrgh, bugger!” Remus grimaced, one arm hanging limp at his side as he cradled his shoulder.

Padfoot bounded over, tongue lolling, tasting the early-morning dew in the air. He transformed back when he reached Moony, asking,

“What’s up?”

“Dislocated.” The other boy winced, looking a bit peaky, “Have you got my wand?”

“Yeah, hang on…”

“All right, Moony?” James called out, striding out of the thicket with Peter at his heels. “That was great!”

“Yeah, great…” Remus murmured, frowning a bit as he took his wand from Sirius’s outstretched hand and pointed it at his shoulder, muttering the spell under his breath. The bone slid back into place with a nauseating click, and Remus flinched, blanching.

With his arm no longer hanging uselessly at his side, Remus stood carefully, pulling on the clothes that they’d stashed under a bush the previous night.

“Ok?” Sirius asked, watching him carefully, “You look a bit shaky.”

“Just hurts a bit,” Remus assured him, tugging on a jumper while trying not to raise his arm too much. “Can I side-along with you to get back?”

“Of course. Oi, Prongs,” Sirius elbowed James, wiggling his eyebrows, “Bloody good stag do, eh? Eh?? Stag do?!”

“Yes, Padfoot, very funny,” James rolled his eyes, “Just as funny as the last hundred times.”

“I’m wasted on you lot,” Sirius shook his head, sighing.

“Less than twenty-four hours to go!” Peter yawned, “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.” James replied, yawning back. “Shall we?”

The Potters’ was already bustling with activity when they apparated back, and they had to weave around the busy house elves as they walked into the kitchen – Fleamont and Euphemia had hired four extra elves to help Gully prepare for the feast the next day. The boys made their way over to the kitchen table, where Mrs. Potter sat next to Lily in her dressing gown and slippers. The two women smiled at them, and Lily hopped up to give James a kiss,

“Morning darling – I just stayed long enough to see you, but I’ll be off now. How are you, Remus?”

Remus only nodded, blinking as though he were fighting to keep his eyelids from slipping shut. Lily shook her head,