Who: James Potter and Sirius Black Where: Sirius's place When: Saturday afternoon What: Swan dives and missing wives Status: Incomplete
James hated the idea of locking Remus up. Of chains and cages and everything that was dehumanizing. But more than that, he hated the idea of ever finding Remus looking like he was doornail dead, splattered across a few rocks, ever again.
He should have done something, he should have... been smarter, been faster, should have figured out that something was wrong. Should have been able to be there for one of his best friends in the way Remus had every right to expect. Or should have had every right to expect. But with the present level of magic, even attempting to transform seemed like a stupid fucking idea.
So James had opened another piece of luggage. He wondered if maybe this piece wasn't so bad because it was something of which he was constantly aware. Now it was just in the forefront of his mind, gnawing at the edges of his every thought and making him feel downright jumpy over the fact that he couldn't find Lily anywhere. He'd let her die once already. Sort of. He couldn't just go around loosing her again. But she had to be somewhere. And there was the matter of the shoddy wolfsbane. She'd turn up. Maybe she was with Harry. Or grandchildren. Or maybe she'd taken up knitting and was so embarrassed by such a flagrantly ridiculous hobby that she had resigned herself to knitting in secrecy.
James knew he was getting desperate when his possibilities started getting a bit out there. But he was trying to not be paranoid, was trying to just... let his baggage do its thing. Power through it. And get back enough magic that by the next full moon, Moony wouldn't be alone. He just wasn't so sure he could pull it off. And he wasn't much sure he could pull it off alone. It usually took Prongs and Padfoot together to keep Moony really in check. So maybe Sirius needed to be on board with the plan. Which might entail figuring out a way to snog Remus without actually snogging Remus and James was fucking flat out of ideas on how to orchestrate something like that. Which was ridiculous. Shit like that went over better with skirts-- plenty of them seemed to be just fine snogging their friends and then going back to being totally normal.
Maybe, if he could get a polyjuice together, he could just Remus and Sirius into girls for an evening and--
James knocked a bit urgently on Sirius's door. They needed a Plan. Badly. Before James did something stupid. Like turn his best mates into girls to get them to make sweet, sweet out with each other.