Chapter 2
Sirius decided to pack his things and go back to his hometown.
Terrified he took a train and listening to David Bowie decided that sleeping was better than thinking.
The first thing he saw when he arrived at the train station, was a huge billboard with a well-known face stamped on it.
"Riddle's advertising, advertise your life with us, the death eaters! "
And his brother with his colleagues in the background.
There was a time, during his childhood when he wanted desperately to contact his little brother.
But now is different, now it was his brother who chose to take a job from Riddle and he was the enemy.
Walking by the waves of the town, he recalled the past, the teenagehood, and sadly his childhood.
His youth could have been better.
His bloody family was crazy, his parents were dysfunctional, and people were forced to have children by their noble families.
His father didn't do anything particular, or better, he just didn't do anything at all. He was dominated by his wife, he loved her blindly, and he took everything she said or did like a gospel.
Still, nowadays Sirius continues asking himself how could ever fall in love with Walburga Black.
She was as evil as Satana.
Since they were 4, she punched him and his little brother without reason, just because she wanted to vent her anger.
They were her sons but she had never been their mum.
Only Miss Black.
She had never nursed them when they were babies, and sometimes she liked not to give them food just to hear them crying.
She was a sadistic.
At the age of nine, Sirius ran away and went to the police.
He was adopted by the Potters, but unfortunately, his brother had to stay years in a foster family.
Regulus has never forgiven him for this and has always secretly been jealous of the family who took his brother from him.
But it wasn't Sirius's fault and Potter's neither, because they tried to adopt him, but failed.
Social workers had decided not to give Regulus by adoption because he was in a delicate situation, and they wouldn't worsen his mental health.
Sirius rapped the door of his family, the Potters.
When Euphemia Potter opened the door, she was speechless.
Her adored child came back home!
Sirius immediately hugged her, and then she cuddled his cheek with tears in her eyes.
«Oh, Sirius, my child!»
He was moved when he replied:« I missed you so bad... Mum.»
«I missed you too... Come on! »
His father came back a pair of hours, after when Euphemia and he were drinking a hot lemon tea on the table in the kitchen.
Fleamont smiled when he saw Sirius and then put a hand on his left shoulder.
«Welcome back home, airhead!»
His parents asked him about his job, London, the weather, and his social life.
He replied with passion until they asked about that topic.
«And do you have a boyfriend? A partner? A fiancé? How do youngs say it?».
Sirius's expression muted, but he tried to pretend it was nothing.
«No ... You know, after Remus... I've never had any serious relationship...»
His father saved the conversation, playing down a joke.
«Of course, you hadn't, you are already Sirius! »
They all laughed.
God, how much he missed them!
After he had finished his tea, his mother looked at him in that way that he had always thought it was special, as if he was his real son.
«Do you want to take a shower? I'll bring your baggage to your bedroom... »
«Oh, yes, thank you.»
«Don't worry, it's a pleasure having you here again...»
Walking beside the long hallways upstairs he started remembering all the memories with his family.
How was it a great time?
Gosh, he couldn't blame himself for losing all of it.
He arrived at his bedroom and with surprise noticed that they hadn't changed anything, everything was the same as he left.
The walls were still covered by old vinyl of his favourite artists like Bowie, Mercury, and Elton John.
He was an old-fashioned rocket boy.
But the huge Lana del Rey poster was still there…
Maybe he was not so into rock, but when he was a teen, he was so proud to call himself ‘rock’.
He smiled, thinking about, how it was being a child and a teenager at Potter's house.
How it was being a child and a teenager at Potter’s house at Christmas.
Two weeks to Christmas.
After he had been spending years of Christmas drunk in pubs and alone in his apartment, he didn’t remember what it meant to have holiday spirit.
The house was already full of decorations, and like every year the Potters had to fight with
their neighbours for the most decorated house in the entire district.
Finishing the shower, Sirius started unpacking his luggage, quietly listening to his favourite Bowie LP and cleaning his old wardrobe.
Singing to ‘Starman’ trying to impersonate the famous Ziggy Stardust, he didn’t realize the man who was standing at the door.
«Years go by, but some things never change.»
That voice.
He would recognise him between eight billion people because a soulmate isn’t always your partner.
«James Fucking Potter!»
And a moment later, he was overwhelming the poor James.
The other hugged him too, starting a fun fight, like when they were children and argued about who was Effie’s favourite, who used to repeat that her favourite was none of them.
This stupid fight ended with a good laugh by both, lying on the dusty floor of the room.
«I missed you so bad, fucking arsehole»
«I didn’t miss you…»
The other had an expression of hurt, so Sirius hurried to continue.
«…I mean, I had never been thinkin’ of you when I was there, it hurt, and when I went to bed and fell asleep, I saw you in my dreams and it was like pretending that you were there, with me. When I had to make a choice, I used to think about how you would have done, and I had done, because without me you are Lily’s husband and Harry’s dad, but without you, who am I?»
James was almost crying, so the other gave him a pat on the back, with a touch smile on his lips.
«Fucking bastard, you made me cry!»
«It’s not my fault if you are a moaner as always!»
Then James stuck out his tongue with a fake bothered look on his face.
«I’m not a moaner. I’m a child too kind for this universe»
He mocked his mum's words when, at school, teachers used to tell her that James continued crying without a real problem.
«Talking about children, how is my godson?»
«Oh, he’s totally fine! Right now, he’s probably havin’ lunch with Lils.»
And then, he opened his smartphone, scrolling through his gallery where there were, millions of photos of the baby. Harry at the last Christmas, Harry having breakfast, Harry with Lily and James, Harry at Halloween wearing a hilarious ghost costume, Harry with Remus, Harry during…-
Wait, Remus?
Sirius quickly turned to the page where there was one of the cutest scenes he had ever seen: Remus was carrying Harry on his shoulders, and the baby was enthusiastically cackling at the man.
Sirius zoomed on Remus’ face, damn, he was still fucking gorgeous.
He had a slight layer of blonde beard and his forehead was creased, and it had got some wrinkles, that he didn’t have the last time he saw him.
James took his phone back and looked at Sirius.
«The old Moony didn’t change, did he?»
«Yup. And he’s still bloody hot…»
James shook his head with a fleer smile on his face.
«You never change, right? I think I’m having a dejavù from when we were teens. He’s hot but engaged.»
A piece of SIrius’ heart slowly broke. There was a tiny part of him which still dreamt of a wha
t if he and Remus were still together.
«I-it’s fine, I’m not here to stay.»