Sitting on the floor, Sirius Black hummed a little
to himself. He was waiting for James to get his arse there and hoping that
James would have enough confidence in himself to be able to arrive.
Without thinking Sirius started to
sing a little. “Oh where oh where has my moony gone. Oh where oh where can he
“Hiding from your awful singing,”
James Potter said, leaning against a wall.
“Very funny Potter,” Sirius shot
back. “At least I can sing. Unlike someone else in this space.”
“Oi, is that what you think?” James
said, stepping away from the wall.
“Yeah that is what I think,” Sirius
responded, watching as his best friend walked closer to him.
“Well, I think you have thought…OI,
YOU OVERSIZED DUST MOP!” James shouted as Sirius dove for his legs and brought
him crashing to the floor.
“Better a dust mop then a
distinguished rascal,” Sirius managed just before James sent them in the other
direction and starting a very undistinguishing wrestling match.
They only stopped when Sirius met
some resistance in the form of two legs. Looking up they saw that Remus was
standing over them, with a slightly amused look to his face.
“I wondered when you two were going
to make it into my dreams,” Remus said, as James and Sirius untangled
themselves. “Harry sent me an owl, letting me know that you had visited him and
that I could be expecting the same.”
“Did he tell you anything else? How
is he doing?” Sirius asked as Remus settled himself on the floor.
“He just said that you had visited
him, I could expect a visit, and that the Dursleys were for the most part
ignoring him, which is probably for the best.” Remus replied, and then looking
confused, he asked, “Where is Lily?”
“She is sending us on our own to
make the first round of contact. When we left she was talking to Mum about
Harry’s nobility complex. Mum seems to think it is a good thing and Lily is
worried about it getting him killed or suffering too much guilt.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. He does
seem exceptionally noble; Ron called it ‘being thick’ during the Triwizard Tournament,
when he stayed to make sure that Fleur was coming for Gabrielle.”
“Yeah, Lily was proud of him for
that. We watched from land of the dead.”
“Anyway, enough about that,” Sirius said, breaking
into the conversation. “Remus, in the cupboard of the left nightstand in my
room is a mirror. I need you to send it to Harry. He will be sending you a
broken one, which just needs to be repaired.”
“I take it there is something
important about these mirrors,” Remus commented.
“Absolutely,” James cut in. “They are
leftover from our Hogwarts days. Sirius and I used them to communicate with
each other while in detention.”
“I want you to keep the one that
Harry sends you. That way, you two will be able to communicate with each other.
It is not actually doing magic, so Harry won’t get into trouble.” Sirius picked
up the conversation. “I just thought that you two might like that better,
especially when he goes back to Hogwarts. Then you can answer any questions
without having to wait for owls.”
“Not that he shouldn’t owl you,”
“All right, I think I can manage
this,” Remus said, thoughtfully. “Is there anything else that I am suppose to
“Not that I can think of,” Sirius
replied, after a moment of thought.
For a little while they were
silent, not really knowing what to say to each other. Sirius, trying not to
laugh, finally broke the silence that was getting to be uncomfortable.
“Is there something you would like
to share, Padfoot?” James asked.
“Oh, I was just thinking about all
the times when we were trying to think of the next prank. Usually we were
sitting on the floor in the dormitory, but we were also eating usually too.”
“Kind of hard to eat here, Padfoot.
And don’t even think of gnawing on my leg, like you did in fifth year,” James
said glaring a little at Sirius.
“I wouldn’t do a thing like that,”
Sirius said, indignantly, but he had the look of someone who was seriously
considering the idea of gnawing on James’s leg.
Remus, on the other hand, was
trying to contain his laughter. “No, but Padfoot would, which reminds me of a
question I always wondered about. Can you change forms in the land of the
“Hadn’t thought to try,” Sirius
replied, looking curious. “Will definitely have to when we get back there.”
“You can, or at least, I can,” James
said, “Lily asked around our first Christmas there.”
“So, have your parents found out?”
“Not that I am aware of. I usually
change when I am really frustrated by something. And that something is usually
watching Harry struggle.”
“All right, here is another
question. If you can communicate with me, then why didn’t you ever try before?”
Remus cut in.
“He has a confidence problem,”
Sirius replied for James.
“I didn’t know what I would say.
Would you have really believed me if I had told you that Sirius was innocent?”
James asked, looking at the floor.
“Probably, since you would have
known the truth,” Remus said, quietly. “But that really wouldn’t have gotten us
anywhere. No one would have believed me, not being one of his friends and a
werewolf to boot.”
“It might have made two years ago
easier,” Sirius commented, softly.
“That is very true, but there is no
point in trying to figure out the what if’s.”
“No, that won’t get us anywhere,”
Again they lapsed into silence, not
really wanting to travel down that path of conversation but all unwilling to
make the topic change.
When the silence broke, it was by
James. “Do you remember the time we enchanted the chairs in the Defense Against
the Dark Arts classroom?”
That brought a smile to all of
“I don’t think Professor Elvy was ever going to
forget about us for a while,” Remus commented.
“Yeah, and everyone was paranoid
for a month about sitting down at the start of class.” Sirius added with a
“Elvy didn’t sit in her chair for
nearly three weeks,” James put in, a smile growing on his face. “God we were
really annoying some times. I imagine that the Professors had their own party
after we left. But I have to admit that our leaving wasn’t nearly as monumental
as the twins’ leaving.”
“That was something. Molly had a
royal fit when she found out, and was half tempted to send a Howler to Ron.”
Remus commented, and then added, “but enchanting the tables to sing the
Gryffindor Fight Song was certainly interesting for a last meal.”
“They really should have expected
something,” Sirius commented. “And Snape did look good in the Hogwarts Crest
“The parts weren’t equal.”
“So, they weren’t supposed to be.
For once in his life, Snape was supposed to support the victory of Gryffindor.”
“I wish someone had gotten a
picture of that,” James said, wistfully.
“Yeah, but getting smashed that
night at my flat was even better.”
“Although the headache the next
morning was not fun.”
“Prongs, hangovers aren’t supposed
to be fun. If they were then it wouldn’t be a punishment for drinking yourself
into oblivion.” Remus smiled a little. “Should I warn Harry that he may be a
bit of a light weight when it comes to drinking anything over a Butterbeer?”
“Might, that way it is not that big
of a surprise,” James replied.
“You never know, he might have
gotten Lily’s drinking ability. And if that is the case then I pity anyone who
wants to go up against him in a drinking contest.” Sirius added, with a smile.
“You would know about that first
hand too. I swear, she has some good hearty Irish blood in her.” James beamed
with pride over his wife’s drinking ability, not caring that she could easily
drink him under the table.
“God created whiskey so the Irish
would not conquer the world,” Remus said sagely.
“Hey Moony, I just thought of
something,” Sirius said, perking up a little. He looked almost like Padfoot,
waiting in anticipation for some adventure.
“What did you just think of?” Remus
asked, a little apprehensive.
“Since you are Harry’s surrogate
godfather, you get to give him the sex talk.” Sirius’ face broke into a huge
smile, and even James laughed a little.
“Oh,” was all Remus could manage.
“I don’t suppose that would be a nice thing to pass on to Arthur.”
“Harry might take it a little
better, if it came from you Moony. Although I am sure, if you asked, Arthur
would let you give it to Ron as well,” James said, looking thoughtful.
“But Arthur should be used to it by now. After
giving it five times before, and one of the times to the twins.” Sirius
“Yes, they are always a surprise.
Did we ever find out how they got the money for their shop?”
“Harry,” James said, “He gave them
his Triwizard Prize money. Claimed that he didn’t want it, and the world would
need some laughs.”
“Nobility complex again,” Sirius
muttered, but there was smile on his face. “But it went to a good use, and when
the war is over I am sure a quite a few people will need some laughs. And you
never know what they may come up with to help with the war effort. Those
Skiving Snackboxes of theirs is a really good idea.”
“Absolutely, we sure could have
used them,” James added.
“Oh, there was something else that
Harry mentioned in his letter,” Remus cut in. “That you were thinking of the
proper punishment for Wormtail.”
“Yeah, we talked about that.
Haven’t really thought about it, but there is always time for thinking when we
are in the land of the dead.”
Just then another figure appeared
at James’ side. Standing next to her husband, Lily looked down at the three
friends sitting on the floor.
“Lily, love, why don’t you pull up
some floor and have a seat,” Sirius said, with a smile on his face.
But ignoring Sirius, Lily addressed
Remus. “Hello Remus, how are you doing?”
“Fine, a little sore from the last
transformation,” Remus replied as he stood up to give Lily a hug.
“That is good. And I take it you
are looking out for my reckless, but generally well-behaved son?”
“I try the best I can. Sirius just
informed me that I am now in charge of giving Harry the dreaded sex talk.”
“Good, you will probably impart
important knowledge to him. Although I cannot say the same about someone else,”
Lily shot a glance at Sirius.
“What? I would have imparted important knowledge to
him,” Sirius claimed from the floor, grinning mischievously up at Lily.
“Like what? Where the good hiding
spots are and what time and night one should use each? Sirius, the sex talk is
not to encourage him to experiment,” Lily said, giving Sirius a soft tap with
her foot as she and Remus sat down.
“There is nothing wrong with
exploring. And the hiding spots are good from more then just … well, that, they
are excellent spots for making out. Especially when your girlfriend is in
“Even when you date within your house, those hiding
spots are good. You can’t always have a good make-out session when half the
house is still up and bouncing around the common room,” James put in, slipping
an arm around Lily.
“Good point, especially true when
an older, very protective brother is around as well.”
“I don’t think he really would mind
if they get together,” Lily said, looking thoughtful.
“Not minding and not wanting to see
them attached at the lips are two completely different things,” James
commented, with a slight smile.
“Amazing, even in death they try to
play matchmakers.” Remus half muttered to himself, but they all heard him.
Unable to disprove that is what they had been doing,
everyone laughed. When the laughter died down Lily commented, “They probably
would make a good couple. Much better then Cho; she was much too depressing for
him. Plus the Quidditch Rivalry would have made it hard.”
“Most likely, Harry is too
competitive about his sport,” James added.
“And you weren’t?” Sirius raised an
eyebrow at his friend.
“No, I’m just saying that would
make the romance a rough one. Look at poor Ginny and Michael.”
“All right, enough talk. Remus needs to get some
real sleep,” Lily said as she stood up and waited for the guys to do the same.
After giving Remus another hug,
Lily told him, “We’ll keep in touch, all right?”
Only nodding a little, to keep the
tears that were forming from coming out, Remus let Lily step back and then
disappear. James was next; he too gave Remus a quick brotherly hug and then
Left with just Sirius, Remus knew
that he had to be careful or he would cry.
“I don’t know what to say. We’ll be
watching over you, can’t really watch out for you,” Sirius managed, knowing
that he didn’t want to bring up his death. Remus could hardly be further along
in the grieving process then Harry.
Remus just nodded, and opened his
arms. After a long hug, Sirius pulled back, knowing that he too was close to
tears. Slowly he left the room, leaving Remus all alone once again.
Lily was waiting for him when he
reached the “landing” point. Without saying a word, she gave him a quick hug
before they set off after James to the space they stayed in while waiting for
the land of the living to wake up.
When Remus woke up, he realized he
felt better. Leaving his room, he made his way to Sirius’ old one just down the
hall. After finding the mirror that Sirius had mentioned, he wrote a quick note
to Harry and sent them off with the rising sun.
Per requests, I have made a sequel to Some
Fatherly Advice. Hopefully you like this one as much as you liked the
first. Originally I hadn’t planned to write more, but will try for a few others
after this one. Remus’ Irish and whiskey statement is an Irish Saying.
J. K. Rowlings is the creator of Harry Potter and
his wonderful world. I am just exploring it.
Thanks to Silver Phoenix for beta reading, again.
She is great.