What’s going wrong and why?
It was supposed to be a good year, it was his last year at Hogwarts, but everything was going wrong for the one and only, Sirius Black. James was spending all of his time with Lilly, Regulus was spending an uncomfortable amount of time with the wrong crowd (read as future death eaters), Peter was acting weirder and weirder, and the feelings he’d had for Remus that he was trying his hardest to shove down, we’re all coming back full force.
He didn’t know what to do. It felt like his world was crumbling around him. He knew he shouldn’t feel bad about James spending time with Lily, she’d been his dream girl since he laid eyes on her on the train in first year. He just couldn’t help it. James was his brother, his favorite person, his rock, what was he meant to do now that they weren’t always around each other? He was used to being the most important person to James, and as bad as it sounds he didn’t want that to stop.
Regulus was a different story. They had gotten along really well as children, they were always together, but that stopped happening when Sirius got sorted into Gryffindor. It wasn’t like Sirius blamed Regulus for distancing himself from him after their mother threaten to teach Regulus a lesson about what happens when you hang out with people they don’t approve of. He never expected this though, how could Regulus do this? He knew what “his friends” thought of anyone who wasn’t a pure blood, did Regulus think that stuff as well? It hurt Sirius’ brain to think about it, especially after he has gotten disowned.
He wasn’t sure what was up with Peter, he’s tried to talk to him about it, but every time he does he just either starts crying or gets all twitchy. When James talked to him about he told them about how his mother took him to a muggle doctor and how he got diagnosed with something called “anxiety”. He just wished Peter would talk to them about it, he wished he could help his friend.
As for his feelings for Remus, he didn’t even what to think about it. He didn’t want to think about how every time he looked at Remus his heart hurt from how fast it started beating, he didn’t want to think about how sometimes he wished that when Remus tells him he loved him he meant it in the same way Sirius did, and he didn’t want to think about how sometimes he would look at Remus’ lips to long, about how sometimes he would have dreams about Remus’ body pushing into to his, his fingers tugging his hair and kissing his neck. He didn’t want to think about it okay. He just wished that these weird feelings he had would go away.
Was it him? Was he the problem? His parents had always said that he would eventually lose everything, but they also thought that only pure bloods deserved to live, so their opinions didn’t really matter to him. All of that didn’t matter right now, because the Marauders were putting their ultimate prank into action.
They had been planning it for months, and they had been talking about it since fourth year. It was going to be amazing. Their last prank before they left hogwarts. Sure everything is life was falling apart, but this, this prank would put it back together again. Everything would be okay after this.
He just had to get though the rest of the week.