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james potter is SUPERBADASSNINJAAWESUM (staghearted) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2012-08-27 22:14:00

Entry tags:

ch: knap: james potter, ch: knap: sirius black, p: annalisa, p: veetee

Who: James & Sirius (knap)
What: shouting. Then hopefully snuggles. :|
When: Monday night.
Where: Sirius' room.
Warnings: ldfjldl :|

James was angry. He had been furiously, lividly angry for over twenty-four hours now. Angry at the scientists for bringing Rodolphus Lestrange here, even more enraged at Lestrange himself for existing at all, and angry at the situation this had put them all in. Perhaps even more than anything else, he was outraged that being the voice of reason and advocating teamwork and playing their cards carefully so that they could take Lestrange down once and for all had been interpreted multiple times as a desire to do nothing at all.

How anyone could think that he would ever advocate sitting back and doing nothing while the half the kidnapping pair who'd made all their lives hell ran around free was beyond him; he had spent years doing everything he could to find his wife and his friend, and had never even once seriously considered the possibility of giving up. He had fought a war, up until the point that they'd needed to go into hiding. He had said, multiple times, that he wanted the Lestranges dead; that he could tear them apart with his bare hands.

But he wanted them united in it. He wanted Lestrange to have no chance in hell of tearing them apart again; he wanted them standing together, planning together, doing this right. They all wanted their piece of the man, and they could get it. Together. Even Sirius had started coming around to the idea of togetherness, and then Rodolphus had shown up and blown that all to hell. Sirius was striking out on his own, and James didn't like it. He understood it, just as he'd understood Lily's need to argue, but he didn't like it. Not one bit.

Which was why Monday night found him outside Gryffindor Tower, looking for Sirius. He gave the password to the portrait (as if being "sorted" into Slytherin ever would have prevented him from getting the password into his old House, especially when his family was staying there) and stormed into the dormitory where Sirius was staying. He was pleased (as much as he could be pleased, in his current mood) to see that Sirius was there; he cared not one whit whether any of Sirius's other roommates were around. If they were a problem, he didn't think Sirius would be here.

"You," he said, unable to keep a growl out of his voice. "We're going to talk. Right now."

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_rebelrebel
2012-08-30 07:11 am UTC (link)

Some part of him knew it was a ridiculous realization, and that it was also one that he was having time and time again, but simply put, he forgot that James knew him. And at some level, it was amazing to have somebody who, even if he hadn't gone through the same experience, he could understand the idea of it.

And he very badly wanted to believe what James was saying was true -- that the fact that he felt remorse over everything he had done, over everything that he had planned to do, would be enough to distinguish him from Bellatrix and Rodolphus. He didn't know if it was; he didn't know if James, for everything he did understand about him, had every understood the depth of the darkness that he was certain was lurking right underneath the surface of his skin.

He couldn't understand James just yet. Couldn't put together anyway to confirm or deny what James had just said. So he just gripped James a little tighter and buried his face in James' shoulder.

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staghearted
2012-08-30 07:28 am UTC (link)

Even though Sirius didn't say anything, James had a feeling that he'd hit the mark. Or close to it, at least. He'd been focusing on fixing the trust broken between them, and he admittedly hadn't been thinking much about this part until Lestrange showed up, but he'd never really forgotten that this was also about Sirius's family. That this was in some ways similar to his childhood, only about a million times worse. It had taken him until now to consciously put words to it, but he had known that, from the moment Lily had made him understand what had really happened to them.

Because, when it came down to it, he did indeed know Sirius. Probably even better than Sirius knew himself, at the moment.

"You'll get away from them again, Pads," he said quietly, the nickname slipping out unintentionally. "They managed to drag you back in, and they probably put you through even more hell for having left them the first time, but you will get away again." He tightened his hold on Sirius, and closed his eyes. "They aren't your real family. We are."

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_rebelrebel
2012-08-30 10:25 pm UTC (link)

He shifted his head a little, propping his chin on James' shoulder. He knew that it was ridiculous that he was clinging to James like this, but whenever he managed to break down any sort of wall, especially one that involved them touching in some sort of way, Sirius was reluctant to let go -- often in a literal sense of the word. So he remained pressed against James for the time being, because this was what he needed right now.

"I don't know how to show you and Remus that I love you anymore," Sirius confessed; he remembered how helpless he had felt when he had watched Remus look so upset earlier today. He'd had no idea what to do. And the thought persisted that he had once known what to do, and that he'd been damn good at it too. "I used to be good at making you both laugh," Sirius commented, his voice a little distant as if he the memory was he was trying to think on was vague.

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