The bombs

“I’ll run across the street and get Pete while you write to Remus, okay?”

Reacting to things has always been something I've prided myself on. Even as a child I knew my dramatics were unmatched. But ever since arriving at the potters, I haven't been able to react as much.

I mean i fated as soon as regulus and i got here, and i was plenty happy around james and Flea. but I could feel the hurt that I couldn't express. Not that I want to express it because it would come out every bit of my mother. But I can't stand not being genuine, especially in front of james.

Getting here wasn't as much of a problem, I had it planned out since school ended and we only had to wait about a month until both my parents were out of the house for a few days. The rain during our escape wasn't helpful in any way but I'm just grateful neither of us were physically hurt.
The first few nights went by perfectly, aside from regulus’ absence. But when he finally came out of his room last night, he looked fine enough. Even made a joke.

In all seriousness (haha) I have no idea how my brother feels about this. And I'd like to keep it that way. I know how badly my parents affected me, I don't think I can stomach the truth of how much they hurt him. So if it's possible, I never want to talk about anything that happened before we got here.

Which leads me to sitting in the middle of my bedroom with a quill and a piece of parchment, the potters family owl sitting on the window judging me for the lack of letters on the page.

“Well if you're so smart you write to him” I yelled at him.

He turned around.

“Fuck off stupid owl.” I whispered to him, turning back to my page.

There was a lot I'd like to say to remus. I'd like to apparate to him at this very moment, or him to apparate here. I'd want to bug him to play quidditch with me and James and I'd like to brag about how good Effie's lemonade was. And with all those thoughts running quickly through my head I proudly wrote on the paper and showed it to the owl.

“Were at the Potters, escape the shack you call your home and come over. (Bring Bowie)”

The owl glared at me like he could read and stuck its foot out so I could attach it.

“Don't have to be a prick about it”

Later in life I'm going to think about how much I miss talking to an owl in a bedroom. I've only just started to make my own. But later in life I'll be much happier, so right now I think I'm allowed to shoo the owl out.

As soon as he left the window I could hear Pete and James walking into the house. As soon as I turned towards the door Peter stood there smiling, arms stretched out. I guess I could always fake my dramatics.

“OH pete! How I've missed you!” I yelled while throwing myself into his arms, taking us both to the ground.

“Siri, I love you but let me breathe,” he laughed from under me on the floor.

When we both got off of each other James had joined us sitting on the floor.

“I've heard the yells while you've all been outside the past few days, how are you?”

The Potters and the pettigrew’s have always been very close families. Both mothers grew up together, living no more than a minute's walk away and raising their sons together. In the same context, James and Peter were nothing alike. Looks vise or just in personalities, it's surprising they stayed friends after entering hogwarts. Nothing less, I loved Pete just as much as anyone else.

“Good, Effies been wonderful so i've been great, just wrote to Remus actually” i answered

“Speaking of Remus,” James started. “Mum owled Hope and practically begged for her to let Remus stay for a few nights.”

Peter perked up, “Perfect! Our first real summer with all of us! And, well your brother too of course.”

I shrugged, “he won't be a bother”

Hours had gone by before any of us realized what we were actually doing. We had sat on the floor just talking like a bunch of school girls, James laying on his stomach and kicking his feet, Pete laying on his side and somehow we had found a deck of cards to play with.

It wasn't entirely comfortable to be this calm right now. I still had a feeling like someone was going to break in and tell me she's here or that they took regulus. But I couldn't just stand up and say that to them, in fear that they may think I'm crazy.

The door suddenly opened very slowly to a timid looking regulus who was only looking at me.

“Your tall friend is here.” he whispered, before leaving and going back into the main room.

I stood and ran before the other two even had the chance to say anything. When walking into the room i noticed that reg was right, remus was sitting on a stool with effie across the counter from him. He had a glass of water and a plate of food shoved into his space and he looked awkward and like he had been forced to sit down.

“Moony?”

He turned in his chair and smiled when he looked over.
If I looked closer than I could see the new scar going down his right cheek and a sun burn going over his shoulders and entire face. But I think I'm alright with lying to myself about how I didn't look and didn't know those things.

He was still sitting in the chair but was now fully facing me, leaning back on the counter.

“I forgot Bowie, but I do have a few new ones I already know you'll love.”

I was going to turn around and make fun of him to the others but when I looked behind me they were all gone, and looking back towards him Effie was gone too.

“They all left?”

He stood up and walked to me, looking confused, he stood right in front of me.

“Are you alright sirius?”

“Remus I would've told you in the letter if I was actually hurt.”

“Well fuck me the letter sounded like you reached the max amount of words.”

“I just couldn't figure out what to say alright?”

He stood silent again, studying my face but ultimately giving up.

“I'm sorry, I'm not a mum, don't know why I'm so worried.”

I walked over to his plate and started talking small bits of food off of it. Leaving what I knew he liked and what I did not like to one side of the plate.

“Don't have to be my mum to worry bout me rem, it's just like i said. I would've told ya if i was hurt”

“You're about to be real hurt if you don't get your disgusting paws off my plate.”

I raised my hands in surrender and backed up, moving to sit on the stool next to him while he ate everything I didn't steal.

“How long are you staying?” i asked him

“How long are you?”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Is that your shitty attempt at a joke?”

“No, it's the answer”

There was a noise from the stairs and regulus entered the kitchen, walking to a cupboard to grab something. When he turned around and caught the two of us looking at him he frowned.

“What? Am I interrupting your couple time?”
“Our what?” Remus asked him.

“James told all of us we had to stay upstairs until you two were done?” He said it like a fact.

Remus pushed his plate away with barely there force and headed to the stairs with a shout of James name. There was a scream heard from upstairs and running.

Regulus turned to me with a smile.

“James didn't say that. This house was just too quiet.”

“With the amount of jokes you're making we ought to start fact checking you reggie.’

He scowled and walked away with a final, “don't call me reggie”