Remus Lupin is busy sitting in the common room couch, reading a book about the history of the usage of brooms as transport. When he feels something, more like someone jump on the couch with him on it.
“Hi, Sirius,” Remus says with a small smile, he has only known Sirius for two months or so, but somehow, that boy knows how to make his presence known and will do anything possible to let you know it as well, so Remus puts his book down to look at Sirius.
“Remus! Can I play one of your muggle records in the common room? I’ll be extra careful! Please!” Sirius then gives his best puppy eyes to the boy. As Remus smiles and laughs ever so softly at the sight.
“Yes. But be mindful of my mam’s jar right next to them, as that’s where I store my chocolate.” Remus says to which Sirius nods happily.
He then jumps up and goes to the boy’s dormitory to receive both a vinyl and the jar of chocolates to give to Remus, as he then rushes back, with excitement paced feet, after all he never knew muggle music could be so beautiful.
He then in his excitement, missteps his footing, losing his balance and falling on his hands, making the vinyl and the jar fall out of his hands, hitting the floor, as the jar then shatters into many different little pieces right next to Sirius’s hands, and the noise of so many pieces rings in Sirius’s ears, making his excited face turn into panic and fear. Making his heart jump and want to join the shattered pieces. As his breathing gets rougher making, it harder to do anything but focus on the shattered pieces on the ground and the shattering playing in a loop in his ear. As Remus had basically jumped off the couch to the sound of the noise,
“Sirius are you hurt?”
Remus says as he notices Sirius’s hands start to shake uncontrollably.
“Please don’t hurt me. I’m so sorry. I’ll pick it up.” Sirius feels his voice say, but he doesn’t think that’s his voice, he’s not even thinking at all, he is in trouble, he’s going to be hurt, he will either bleed by the glass or by a touch of a wand, he has to be, as his hands continue to shake, as he then feels something, someone touches his hands, ever so softly, not his arms aggressively, when he finally hears a voice that he knows isn’t his,
“Let me look at your hands ok?” As Sirius still feels his heart race as he looks up ever so briefly to see the face who is saying these words, not seeing a hint of frustration or anger or even collecting oneself instead, it’s of a face full of worry and fear on a curly brown scar-faced kid.
“I broke your mother’s jar.” Sirius finally says, voice shaking in fear. As he opens up his hands are still prepared for a punishment.
“Oh my. We need to get you some bandaids.” Sirius hears, which makes him swallow the fear in his throat.
“Bandaids?”
“Oh, right. It’s this muggle invention to stop bleeding. I’ve been telling Poppy their more effective then the potions that she prescribes.”
Remus says in a faster-paced voice than his usual one.
“But the jar. I broke your mam’s jar.” Sirius says, still full of fear as Remus whispers a spell and the box of bandaids is now in his hand.
“That’s the one thing you told me to be careful of, and I broke it. I broke it, and it’s my fault.” Sirius says as he feels water in his eyes, as he is about to bite into his cheek to not let the tears be revealed, a habit that he can’t break, but before he can.
“Accidents happen, that’s ok.”
As Remus places a bandaid on Sirius’s hand, then another one on Sirius’s other hand.
“But your mam made that… And I just destroyed it… Because I destroy everything I touch…” Sirius says, stopping him from biting on his cheek,
“Sirius?”
Sirius looks up at him for a second, then back to the shattered pieces,
“Yeah?”
“Can I put my hands on your face?” So Sirius looks back up at Remus, flashing a confused face, but nods, wondering what punishment that could be, as he does a nod, as Remus then places his soft hands on Sirius’s cheeks, which Sirius swears that he suddenly feels hot all the sudden, and it doesn’t make sense to him.
“You don’t destroy everything you touch. I’d much rather your face not be damaged by the fall, than my mam’s jar shattering. Plus, she will just make me a new one.”
“But why aren’t you mad at me for ruining it?”
Sirius says, as he just can’t believe this sweet boy isn’t losing his mind on Sirius.
“Because you tripped, and it was an accident. That is something I could never be mad over you for.” As Sirius watches the eyes of the boy and knows he is being genuine, Sirius knows this in his heart and bones that Remus isn’t lying.
“Now let me do a spell so no one gets hurt by the glass shards,”
Remus says as Remus does a spell, Sirius watches as the spell picks up the pieces of the glass, even the most tiniest of shards, all being collected in a smooth, fluid, peaceful, manner, as then they all go gently into the trash can.
“Now let’s see about playing-,” Remus looks at the vinyl, as he never paid attention to the vinyl that dropped, only Sirius,
“Some Bowie.”
Remus says with a warm smile, as Sirius lets himself exhale, as Remus drops his hands from Sirius’s face, to grab the vinyl, as Sirius is watching Remus, feeling more safe with Remus in that moment than he has ever felt safe at his house.
A couple of months or so later, in the great hall, Sirius and Remus are busy eating and laughing together when the owls arrive with mail as a box gets dropped delicately in front of Remus,
“Mam sent a package!” Remus says excited, as he smiles fondly seeing her doodles on the package wrapping, something she always has done to give boxes a homemade touch as then Remus unties the box delicately, as then he puts the newspaper stuffing to the side, as he then takes a silent deep breath,
“Everything ok, Remus?” Sirius says as Remus nods he then very delicately removes the last newspaper stuffing, then hands Sirius the jar. Making Sirius blink a bit,
“While I was home for Christmas break, I asked my mam for help on making a jar for you, and the paint we use makes this paint not crumble on the jar, but as a result, it was not done as I was coming back for Hogwarts. I’m sorry that the star is not perfect. This was my tenth attempt.” Remus says a bit fast, stumbling in his words, knowing this is not much for the boy who has all the money in the world,
“For me?” Is all Sirius can say as he sees the bright red and gold star on the jar.
“Yeah, I made it for you, I thought you deserved your own sweets jar instead of just keeping them in your suitcase. But if it’s stupid, I understand,” Remus says as Sirius continues to look at it in awe.
“It’s not stupid. It’s perfect. Absolutely perfect. Thank you so much, Remus!” Sirius says with the most brightest smile he has ever allowed himself to have.