Sleepless Night
Sirius couldn’t sleep. And he knew for a fact that Remus wasn’t sleeping either. The light from the full moon filtered into his bedroom at the Potter’s house, covering everything in a silver, milky glow.
It had been two weeks since the Hogwarts Express had rolled into Kings Cross Station and summer had officially begun.
Peter had been over at least four times already. James, Sirius, and Peter had played many games of Quidditch but had yet to go to Diagon Alley. Partly because the boys had been tired after their games and partly because it was known that Lily and her friends enjoyed spending time there.
Although Sirius loathed to admit it, he was beginning to become bored with the monotony that the summer had presented already. So far, he had already written two letters to Remus (only to receive one in return saying something along the lines of “I’m perfectly fine” ), another letter to his cousin Andromeda and her husband Ted, and even one to Regulus (that he would never send but it was nice to get his feelings out).
Laying like this in the dead of the night caused him to think, think long and hard. That was only dangerous when his mind drifted into terrifying territory.
Toujours Pur, Sirius. If you can’t follow that, how do you expect to go unpunished? His mother’s shrill voice rang in his head like a bell.
He needed to distract himself, maybe he could write another letter. Fucking hell, I’ve become boring. He should consider more hobbies.
If you’re so bored, you could try to pick up a book or do something useful. It wasn't his voice in his head this time, but Remus’.
Shut up, Remus. Sirius thought back to imaginary Remus. Then he thought Great, now I’m talking to myself, it's worse than I thought.
It wasn’t that he didn’t have fun with Peter and James, but things were different this year. In years past they had run around the area with Remus, him explaining to them various muggle inventions and buying them muggle candy. Sirius still wasn’t sure how a telephone worked, but with enough practice using one he could figure it out. He would always have his doubts about TV’s though.
Maybe I should take up painting, He considered.
The other blight on this summer was James, who had not gone completely back to normal. He was not the one hundred percent jolly, caring friend who he was before. Sirius felt bad for him fifty percent of the time, the other fifty percent he wanted to kick his friend in the shin and tell him to shape up.
Or I could write my own book.
His anger wasn’t totally directed at James, Lily was the other person who had been the source of his anger. It had been weeks and still no letter. They’re a match made in heaven, Sirius thought, they can both be insufferable.
Sirius hadn’t started out angry at Lily, he had had hope in the young red head. But as the days bore on and the summer heat got hotter (that was another thing Sirius could add to the list: the summer heat. Quite frankly, he was mad about a lot.) and no letter made an appearance, Sirius’ initial disappointment had faded into resigned sadness, which faded into anger. Sirius had no choice to wait until his feelings faded into numbness, that's what always happened wasn’t it.
So overall Sirius was annoyed at a lot of things (mostly people). He decided to compile a list.
- James
- No Letter Lily
- Remus: for not being here
- The summer heat: for being here
- His family: for existing
The sun started to rise and a new day began, Sirius could only hope that this one would be better than the last.