James/Sirius
They had worked to stop the flames as fast as they came, although he wasn't sure why they were bothering. It would have been so much better to let it burn to the ground and buy another house, move far away from here. He knew his father too well to think that he'd do the rational thing.
When they were done, he approached Sirius and put his arms around him. "You smell of smoke. I'm starting to despise this smell," he said, tiredly. "Are you all right?" he asked, knowing that this was probably harder on Sirius than him, considering the history of this place.