Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot & Prongs (& Snivellus) are proud to present:
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a blog dedicated to the fan fiction Casting Moonshadows by Moonsign.
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Where did you all go, lads, I’m all alone in this compartment. Come find me, I’ve got a new idea for a halloween prank of epically marauder-y proportions which will take some careful planning, better start early this year!
Prongs family installed a magical swimming pool at the mansion. The water changes colours and if you try and use it after sun’s gone down, it changes to glue. It’s brilliant! You should’ve seen Prong’s face when he realised, halfway through the air when we first tried sneaking out to swim in the middle of the night. I got cramps from laughing so hard, then I had to wake up Mr. and Mrs. Potter to help get him out of there. They even threatened to leave him there until the glue turned back into water the next day.
Here’s a picture I drew of Prongs in the pool:
He wasn’t actually wearing his glasses, but I thought I should keep them in the picture since it’s a dominant characteristic of his.
“There once was a sex god called Sirius Black,
Who had all the good looks that so many lack.
He was charming and witty, and set hearts aflutter,
“I wish I was with Padfoot!” all others would mutter.”
“There once was a boy with a slight furry problem,
(Not as slight as a rabbit, but not bad as a goblin)
He had hair like the autumn and eyes of pure amber,
There were hundreds that loved him, but just one would he gander.”
“And that one (yes, you’ve guessed it) was Sirius Black,
Who was proud to announce that he loved him right back.
He rode in on his charger, and scooped up his love,
Then soared into the sunset, and through skies above.
You see Padfoot’s charger was not just a horse,
(‘Cos he’s much to cool for that transport of course.)
On a shiny, new motorbike, they flew away,
And their fangirls all fainted (or so I’ve heard say).”
“We’ll get you back soon,” Sirius assured him. “I got you, I won’t let go.”
“I got you to love me so…” Remus sang the next line of the song in a muffled, raspy voice without moving his face away from Sirius’ neck.
There was silence for a moment before Sirius quietly said; “Yes, you do. I love you, Remus.”
For a moment Remus forgot the pain and the cold and everything except the way the whole world seemed to light up with those words. “I love you, too,” he whispered, his voice little more than a croak.
“You’re good to be friends with him.”
Sirius frowned at her tone. “It’s not a chore, Mrs. Potter. We aren’t friends with him because we feel sorry for him. We like Remus. In lots of ways he’s the strongest of the lot of us. He holds us together. We’re best friends. I don’t know what I would do without him…” Sirius trailed off, his face heating up at an alarming rate. He hadn’t intended on voicing his feelings so strongly, and he suddenly realised that it probably wasn’t something a fifteen-year-old boy should be saying out loud if he wanted to retain any street cred at all.
“I didn’t mean for it to sound like that,” Mrs. Potter assured him quickly. “It’s just very rare that teenage boys can look past physical weaknesses to see a person’s strengths.”
“Can we stop talking about it now?” Sirius was beginning to feel trapped, and wasn’t sure how much longer he could answer her questions without lying or giving away Remus’s condition. To his relief, Mrs. Potter’s face softened, and she gave a short nod.
“Of course. Forgive me. Thank you for talking to me.”
She sighed and dried her hand on her dish-towel. Then she reached out and affectionately ruffled Sirius’s hair before opening the door and returning to the lounge. Sirius turned back to the washing up, his heart still racing as he thought back on the conversation to see if he had accidentally given away any clues to Remus’s condition.
“I don’t know what I would do without you, either,” a soft voice said behind him, causing him to jump guiltily.
“Moony.” Sirius glanced at him. Remus was leaning back against the kitchen table with his arms crossed over his chest. “I should have known you would overhear that. Though I thought the door was pretty thick. How good is your hearing anyway?”