Day 19. In the dust at home (Sirius/Remus)
The parent's house was greeted with dried air, dust and mould, as well as with preserved hatred, which leaked out of both the cracks of the house and the crumpled eyes. For many years, he had fled from this place, where there had never been a place for joy, but only for nagging, irritation, and talk about honor and blood purity. Sirius was glad to have escaped to the Potters and felt the long-awaited freedom, and always thought that life would no longer make him return to his ancestral nest. But he was born under an unhappy star. How else can we explain that now he is locked in a damn house like a prisoner? Even in Azkaban, it did not seem so bleak and dull. Escaping from one cell to another was the top of a dream.
He kicks the ugly umbrella stand with force, and the rumble wakes up all the portraits in the house, and the loudest of all, of course, shouts his beloved mommy, who fiercely curses, pouring garbage on his eldest son.
- You bastard! Bastard! Traitor of the family!
Sirius growls through his teeth, holding back the impulse not to cut the canvas with a knife. Yes, he is ready to tear it with his fingernails, so as not to hear this hated voice that poisoned his childhood.
- Shut up, bitch! - Sirius bursts into his mother's portrait, but she only shouts louder when she goes on the squeal. Yes, Mother is just in all her glory. Which he always remembered. The man detains the canvas with a heavy cloth to avoid seeing this bored image anymore. He goes up the creaky stairs, ignoring the muted hysterical screams. Memory restores the images of the past when he came from Hogwarts, took off on this staircase and locked himself in his room and put the first notch on a wooden bed. He remembered the nights he and James spent chatting in the magic mirror, planning new pranks or just sharing the news. He remembered hiding the moon calendar from his parents when the full moon was watching to contact Remus immediately afterwards and send him chocolate, knowing how sweet that sweet tooth would make him happy.
Perhaps his room was the only place where Sirius was happy to be in his parents' home. He squeaks the door open and his heart freezes from longing for the past. These Muggle posters that cannot be removed, these warm memories, and no matter what the smell of mold and dust. The man digs through the boxes, reviving the memories of every find that the Marauders had carried him through in the distant days of the Marauders. He cast spells on everything, so that the mother did not dare to throw anything out or change. Everything remained intact.
Sirius stumbled upon a very strange thing, the fate of which, if the mother had known, she would have killed her son. There was a wolf's fangs in the palm of his hand. Heavy, slightly shabby, with a black cord at the end. It was his mascot for many years, which he hid in the most secure place, so that while stretching his days in Azkaban, nothing happened to him. He remembered finding him in the Squeaky hut after another full moon and hiding him from Remus, leaving him as a secret mascot. He wore it without taking it off until one day the Lunatic discovered it. The pain on his face was unbearable, but Sirius didn't want to part with the part of his beloved that was his personal (and two other unbearable weasels hiding their noses everywhere) secret. So the next day he handed Remus the wolfhound's fangs and smiled with a slightly toothless smile. After that, he was dragged into the hospital wing to catch a hole, but Black caught the happy and loving look of Lunatic, who was clutching a strange gift in his hand, not wanting to let go.
- Immerse yourself in the past? - Sirius was distracted by a tired, husky voice. He turned around, catching the same happy look in which he hid the pain and longing that had increased with time.
- A little bit," smiled Black, hiding a find in his pocket, lazily looking around the room. - It's just that we used to be happier and happier.
Remus smiled understandably, slowly approaching his friend, looking at a room he'd never been in before, but where Black felt.
- I'm still happy," Remus said, sitting on the edge of a dusty bed. - You came back.
- Did you miss me, Luni? - Sirius asked with quiet hope, looking desperately at the man who was decaying. He lifted the corners of his lips slightly and pulled the bandage out of his pocket with a worn-out wolfhound's fangs.
- Of course, yes, Tramp," Remus answered with a trembling voice, clasping shoulder to shoulder with Sirius who sat down to him, finally feeling his closeness. - I missed him so much.