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not fair.

In class, always sit in the back row and always have to listen to the protests of teachers or other students, making them quiet when the fun starts to freak out. Often, at some point during the long sessions or Muggle Studies Ancient Runes, the room resounds with a kind of laughter bursting and instant reaction of Aurelia teacher or professor Boyd Flannagan Ringulus Blux-Runes and Muggle Studies, respectively, is give a voice.

- Lord Black! Silent or expel him!

Sirius believes it is not fair, no sir. Because when you laugh is not her fault. IsJames wants to know what they've been doing in London and will spend little notes in trying to develop theories to everyone more crazy.







But above all, by Remus, appears to be a student of the year and with his face on every mother's favorite son, writes a response.



I quarrel with him, yes. But Remus. It's all because of Remus, who always makes her laugh.


Musical interlude.

up the stairs three at a time, humming and whistling until the fat lady's box, which puts the greedy eyes when Sirius says the password- custardcream! - and gives him one of his usual compliments. Something about it especially charming that you are and how they should be called "voluptas," and nothing else. It opens and protest without conviction, with smiles blushing, laughing and saying q hat so brazen young. Across the table, expect Gryffindor and up the stairs to the highest point, heard shouts coming from the gramophone muggle. Get the leading flat pack under his tunic and no time before announcing his surprise because Remus interrupted him without removing the head of his book.

- Do not even think to change it, Black.

remains with the album in hand, paralyzed for a second.

- do not even know what it is!

- Needless to me. I know your tastes too good, Canuto. Sirius

teaches the package, ruefully. Says "It's only rock and roll."

- The Rolling Stones are the greatest thing that ever happened to your country from that Arthur decided that the table is round. - Bring the disk to the chest. - Dude, you are a disgrace to all that we have your age. Worse. You are an embarrassment to the United Kingdom.

But Remus does not yield because the gramophone, the end of the day is yours. So Sirius is picking on your taste in music and with his record collection. Draw boxes under the bed and while Remus tries to ignore him, concentrating on "Tropic of Capricorn" and ignore any comments sarcstica, must confess that crap Sirius enraged by it entertains a lot.

- Have you noticed what they have in common your record collection? Let's see. - Take "The Four Seasons." - Vivaldi-lee. - Dead, if I remember correctly. - Take the following, "La Mamma Morta." - Donizetti! - Exclaims. - Again, dead. One after another, out of the boxes. - Beethoven, dead. Mozart, completely dead and do not forget the great Sebastian.

- If you speak ill of Bach, you out of this room to kick your ass, Black, I warn you.

- They may have died, Canute, but the music makes us feel alive .

He says all his heart but graveda Sirius is diluted when it crosses with that look.

- What a tacky, "he exclaims. And only he, the idiot, is able to say something insulting without it being an insult. - How I did not realize until now that you're queer?

- Because you never realize anything. Examines

boxes one by one, sitting on the floor, filling the room records, without sparing ironic comments on any. From time to time inserted a cry of horror.

- Joan Baez? It's over. I refuse to sleep in this room!

- It defends Lily.

with the disc still in hand, Sirius is about to bed. Walk the feet of little knees, begand I'm praying. Remus swore that will make your tongue and lick her face.

- Lupin, please, just once. Has come to London in owl, only to me. You can not force me to always listen to jazz. Not the name fool you, I'm not black!

- Do you realize how deeply, deeply unbearable but you can get? Are you even if only remotely aware of it?

- I am aware. It is something terrible. I do not know why you hold. - He repeats it as a rant. - Sure, in gratitude for your infinite patience sanctify you and will honor you and discuss future generations magician who was better, you or Merlin. Naturally, the answer will be Merlin, but people willworship so that they will be hesitation. - Take a deep breath and adds. - And now, Your Lobicidad, with your permission, I can put the fucking balls Mick Jagger?

must be some way, a way to resist their idiocy. Someone, somewhere on earth, must be able not to give a Sirius Black on his knees, with a Joan Baez album in hand, and too charming canine but of course, that someone can not be a Gryffindor. Remus agrees. But under one condition and is not negotiable. The Rolling Stones. Once. The whole damn album and then what he wants. Needless to say it twice. Sirius runs the gramophone and the Stones insist that is just rock, just rock and roll! butl. If I wanted to resist or disobey not know where to start. Try not to take credit. Nothing happens. Friends do such things. Sit down first and then, well, Sirius says "lie down", so it has no choice but to do so. Lean back slightly, put his head on his chest and concentrate on breathing. When Sirius smiles, peace, Scotland seems to be the promised land. Billie sings and inspires them to touch and love each other because everyone does, so

Let's do it,

insists let's fall in love. Sensual and physical , steaming and carnal, Billie sounds to jazz and midnight kisses. - I'm surprised, Lupin Sirius's voice sounds warmer than normal. - Maybe you're not doomed to be the typical andmpollón who hears music snobs. Maybe you're hopeless, after all. - Before you ask what is, is answered only Sirius. - I ask you to make me something you like and you and I put a fucking song, no less. fuck. The bastard says fuck and is a word that speaks volumes. Fuck. But there are few able to speak as Sirius. Porn and sexy at the same time. Canina. Voracious. Fuck.

- and thought it looked a good boy, Lupin.

- I have a wolf inside, Sirius, is making efforts not to gasp. - Do not forget. - I never forget

The intensity of his tone caught her breath. Let's do it insists Billie. Let's Fall in Love . - Do I have set this goal for you hand, Moony?

Si.

- Shut up and let me listen to Black. Do

, Sirius, dammit. Make me what they do to the girls in the hallways.

Bewitched.

night is a festive atmosphere in Hogsmeade. In the bottom of the bar, sitting in a circle facing one of the wooden tables, a group of magicians in quarantine celebrates the birthday of one of them and all
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For the love of Merlin and the great successes of the summer releases " Witch's Heart "at that time. When finished with Circe, the goddess of eyes sad

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Spells heart. If you get a notice is solely and exclusively for statistical fluke. You could say that tune out of sheer magic. The other customers are ignored and fire drinking whiskey bottles that serve them alone, flying from table to table. The waitress is a woman of dangerous curves and unfit for heart necklines that always saves the best tables for the kids of Hogwarts and has the habit of calling them "cute." It would be flattering if it was not because he says everyone, including elves and girls. Can not say I see too well, but it is nice. Does

back table is free, beautiful!

They sit aroundfour jugs of beer butter, James and Peter, Sirius and Remus to celebrate it's Friday, are young and sooner or later, will be summer. Is a clear night but a cool breeze blowing. It's May in Scotland and when sitting in front of James, Remus released the double breasted coat, short of taking it off.

- Come on, Remus, James about beer, you gotta tell me how. I have less than a month for holidays, man, and if I do not go with her this year, perhaps I will have to commit suicide. I'm serious.
The Ballad of Lily Evans and Why Do not I want five hundred and one episode . Sirius believes that reached a point, it is not even fun to mock the poor kid. He knows that if he stays in the monthso.
She points to James.

- Do not you have gotten. But unfortunately, the star is in bad shape lately. - Sirius leans a little more in the bar, let him lose hair on the face. - The poor man is in love. It's tragic decision. - I would submit to little Peter I do not think that you are interested.
Peter is not that bad person. But when it comes to present to a girl you want to impress that it's not exactly the pride of Britain. Although there is an air distance of the Queen Mother, now that Sirius is set to look at him.
- Sorry, girls. It seems only I remain. And his tone should be clear enough to bean unhappy both. The redhead laughs. A deep laugh and aromatic like whiskey. Expels the smoke of his cigarette and smile curves to become an invitation.

God bless America. - And what about the other? The brunette - Sirius believes that called Annie-points to the table. For a second, Sirius can not see anything. There is a shelter in front of the table and of course, there's someone inside the coat, returning from the bathroom, sitting in front of James, crossing his legs and feeling his clothes to find snuff. Remus. Hit the package on the corner of the table a few times. When she leaves the tip of the first cigarette, take it out carefully and carried it to his lips while looking back among the clothing. This time to get the lighter. - What about him? - Question. Suddenly miss it not also have a cigarette in his hands.

- is also out of play? - Hisses a voice in his ear. Sirius is close, the brunette. So close, in fact, you may notice your voice on the facial hair near the ears. Remus turns tickling while smoking. Behind him, through the window, you can see Hogsmeade, captured by the night shadows. The bar is nothing but a ghost ship adrift and Sirius feels that fleet. Listen to the redhead in the mist.

- To my cousin likes your friend.

- Ya-Sirius dry mouth shout. - My friend, however, welike other things. Han due to a couple of steps while Sirius looked toward the table and shout Remus because now the body heat of those witches in each cell. It's starting to feel airy, boiling. As if he had drunk too much and smoked too much.

- Really? - The brunette's voice merges with the redhead. It seems that sing, that make you fly. - Like what, for example? 's hot. Remus makes a lot of heat and coat collar has slightly raised. Sirius wondered how he supports. He hurts clothing. And the girls are too close, talking beneath the skin.

- The guys - get that. - I like boys.

should notWould have something like twelve years, he forgot to pour cold water bath before going and sometimes, he still dreams that overwhelming feeling that paralyzed the heart. All the hot water. It was like going into a pot of boiling potions, like crossing the threshold of pain and find pleasure on the other side, just for a second, before they begin to shrink the skin and unbearable. I suddenly recalled, in this bar, it is the same. Exactly the same feeling when the language of the brunette in your ear caracoles

you would you like to watch?

and then down to the neck, to bite gently

want to look, Sirius

-do not know when they said her name while you smoke like

Damn. Irritates you have fallen into the spell of the Veela. Why did not you noticed?

- Have you been haunted witches, Padfoot? - Remus, from his bed. Awake. With deeper voice than normal. Must be the snuff.

- It seems, "he barks.

not get to sleep until after four o'clock. Every time he closes his eyes appear these witches and their hypnotic spell.

We would like to watch. As long as you smoke that cigarette. And the idiot

Peter bug.

What did they say to do? is not to have realized what they were, if I had not taken Remus of the bar, maybe, who knows what would have been achieved. But no, of course, had not gone soAldito is, when Remus stops him hard.

- If you eject, James, - its tone recalls the howl of the wolf-only earn them.

- Quiet, Potter, "Lucius says. With the chin up and poison in the eyes .-. You're not a mongrel, right? Although you like dirty blood. What? Do not you find in your class?

- I renounce any class to which you belong, Malfoy.

- We must preserve the purity of magic, Potter. That's all I'm saying. Both

disgust. James feels so sick that you could get sick there.

- not only do not know what is the purity, Lucius, you have no idea what is the magic.

He leaves because he knows that if you stay will haveed to strangle him. Remus drags him but mostly an unknown feeling inside dirt, adhering to the bowels. The nausea takes hours away and during that time unable to recover from the excitement of seeing Lily from the horror of looking at the message, the hint of tears listening to Malfoy. If Lucius understood something about magic, the bastard son of a bitch, never would mourn because it is in those green lies the only hope that James magic can really make the world a better place.

The next morning, the message is gone and the school seems to regain some normalcy. Anyone except Dumbledore and McConagall know that a second hidden message for the first, with myself

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the fourth day, his throat was so dry that appears in the flesh and the feeling of having a bleeding wound in the stomach, Remus opens his eyes. You have trouble recognizing the place. Nursing beds lined with the smell of clean sheets and healing herbs. It's a familiar scenario but it is the first time you wake from a slumber so deep that you feel you have been dead, out of your body. Can not remember exactly what brought him there but lie

open your eyes. feels that it accelerates the corto the table, his head resting on your mattress, there it is. Sirius.

With all that hair tufts scattered in unequal, black like a flock of crows on white sheets. Remus looks on and time is stretched so that you can lick it. You may not get the Sirius Black wanted everything but gets more than he could ever dream. Do not know what stings more, if the shot or the memory of her tongue into the meat.

- Hey, pulgoso, wake up.

Sirius has licked where there has been no one, exceptaffection in every word says it all and can not speak, taught in the dark circles, wrinkles in clothing, the expression of fatigue. - Was not that just might kill a silver bullet?

- Well, I'm not dead, right?

- No. - This time Sirius is not kidding. - Do not you have died.

The tone of his voice is so severe that Remus has two options. Lie to mourn and kiss as if he really was going to die or joking. Choose the cowardly option of choosing instead of the dying and the heroes.

CHTMLre we can fix it. - She puts her hands to belt, threatens to unzip but backs out at the last moment "Even in your state, do not know if you are prepared for such strong emotions.

When Sirius makes you laugh, the stupid late wound, stings and barks. Damn. The infirmary is filled with light and appearance, should be first thing in the morning. Although he knows the answer insists on finding out why it is not in class, if his calculations should be Friday morning. Sirius, proud of himself, he proclaimed that he managed to create a spectrum identical to it being able to stay sentadito and quiet in the classroom as he walks where you want. It's just a magical illusion butbelieves that the double enough to fool the teachers.

- If you are still and silent, how they think it's you, Padfoot?

- Jokes bad again. Already a cure.

- Have you been to school since I'm here?

- I went yesterday to Arithmancy. Malfoy I met, talked, told me an ardent love for me, we promised, and swore to love and respect for Merlin but you know how I am. It's stuck with Snape and I'm looking for a new direction to my life.

- You can become a comedian. I'm dying of laughter.

- not laugh, you die because you got shot.

- That explains why it hurts so much.

Fuck. He senses that the bullet is still there. The pain grabs him by the balls and twists it inside. Relieved when Sirius puts his hand-that hand magic and hot-tempered in the stomach and all your pain. God. If that hand would always be there.

- should go to class, Sirius, or I acstuff?

I answered without looking but holding his smile.

- Because I'm fucking your mother, Potter.

James is on the bed, with that smile of welcome to Remus makes him feel safe and at home.

- Can you see me about? Need I also just giving me a shot in the stomach to receive a little love?

Remus thanks for being alive to the gods that do not believe. A Moon for having permitteddo remain under its influence. The magic of Dumbledore. The spirits of the forest.

- You know I love you, asshole.

may be what he admires most of Sirius. That is swollen like a turkey and can not form a sentence without saying three tacos but at the same time, and even adding the usual asshole is capable of saying -

know that I love, without a trace of modesty

, appearing before them as it is, giving them a moment of intimacy that would be worth more than the moon, if love is measured in liquid silver.

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jazz sounds. It's Sunday and Remus wears Muggle gramophone vinyl, bay bay, minute by minute. Has an extensive collection of records and could be listening to Abbey Road but is much more fun to Charlie Parker and attend the concert of complaints against Sirius absurd that music always sounds the same, back and forth and again the same. How the hell you distinguish one song from another lunatic?

- With ears to hear that you will need to sing, Canuto.

And more teasing. Aboutsubnormal envious of shit, I tell you that you are ugly when you rise in the morning?

- Actually, yes.

- Shut up, Remus. They do not defend.

Visiting hours is just that: an hour visit, but the nurse was not enough to get them out once it has concluded and given that the Remus is consistent improvement, no fever and has already sent danger, let them stay a little longer soon becomes all morning. Near lunchtime, Peter's stomach emits a horrible scandal and Sirius is still laughingSirius, with no apparent intention of moving.

- To eat? - Peter seems hopeful.

- No need to go one-concluded Remus. - Although the hungry can do when they want, Peter.

Lily meditates on the threshold. Leave or stay. The room is full of guys that look. The atmosphere is intensely masculine and feels like an outsider, but there is something, an invitation in the eyes of Remus and more intense, a plea -

please stay

- in James Potter does not feel able to ignore. Take a decisión closes the door. Sirius lets the chair is closer but Lily sits on the edge of the bed, air and light. Remus stares, as if you look closely to make sure there is nothing that doctors have not seen. There appears to be complacent and are encouraged to embrace him gently, so as not to hurt. When separated, just listening to Charlie Parker.

- I'm all right, Lily. No big deal.

- Sure? - Her voice trembles.

- They say that in a week I can go to class again.

Sirius

stop mumbling now and he says happy as if he could not believe.

is worrisome, says James, in the same tone. Lily is allowed to smile and pulls out a tablet Honeydukes, hidden inside his robe.

- Chocolate, in exchange for you to tell me what the hell happened to you.

More than anyone else at Hogwarts, Remus is used to keeping secrets, so he knows that there comes a time to keep hidden is an intolerable cruelty. There comes a time when silence is a lie and there is no excuse.


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- Say that again - Lily does not give credit.

- would you guys like repeats.

Lily's eyes a man could strike down current. A Sirius barely passes.

- I already know, Black. - All care is to Remus Lily. - Repeat the wolf again.

That morning, it sounds like Charlie Parker, "the bird" while Remus Lupin, a wolf, and Lily tells her story feels cPeter

pats on the back but not consolation. The image of Lily's lips gently kissing Remus's mouth is bothering him and refuses to leave him alone. A Sirius spends three quarters of the same but it's not jealousy, obviously. Obviously . is because, dammit, I said guys liked it before him. Before him! And a girl! It's like shit in the spirit of the marauders, right? Pff, to see what else has told you he does not know.

There are doors that open without a key.

A prank sometimes requires cantidades amazing imagination. We need, of course, a certain talent for hooliganism. For that, of course, you can always count on Sirius and James, that when it comes to bear, look like twins separated at birth. Sometimes it takes a great infrastructure, like the time Peter got to fly one hundred twenty muggles umbrella to cover the roof of the Great Hall and everyone thought it was night and return to bed. When it comes to life at Hogwarts turn into a giant prank, every thug has its specialty.

Peter is relentless. Remus is the imagination in its boiling. James has the smell of thug born and smells a bOOD joke miles away. And Sirius is invaluable when it comes to getting certain things. Some things a girl's name.

- Lumos!

Remus takes the map in their hands. James and Peter watch their backs, in the common room silent night. A few yards away, in a lane to be crossed to reach the Gryffindor units, across the table with the fat lady, a couple of figures that concentrate all their attention. Sirius Black and Hannah Blair. Student seventh. First in his class, set of Quidditch, and Hufflepuff prefect. A model of perfection with a historial spotless and a known dislike for breaking school rules. Remus remembers well that Sirius was the couple in the Christmas dance room. Also remember that Sirius ended the night with one of his best friends and a colossal historic slap in public. Since then, nobody in the school has seen that Hannah will lead the word and Sirius says that sometimes the slap still hurts.

- is impossible, "says Peter. - She hates him.

- Ssshhh-ordered Remus, attentive to changes in the map.

The figure of Sirius chases pawho is next. James mutters

not fuck with me right in the ear of Remus.

- What the hell you have said? - Peter asks.

better not to know. Remus still remembers the past year. Tucked beneath the invisibility cloak in the room to study without anyone bothering him, lying in bed quietly, when Sirius appeared and that redhead whose name is best forgotten. Had to listen to ten minutes and salivation sobeteo before getting out with the layer without anyone noticing his presence. What he saw was not recorded in your mind as hard as what he heard. Protests pocCommon Room

- knows perfectly well, Mr. Black, you are not allowed to roam around at this time.

Sirius says nothing. But nods and gives pretty good pretend it's a good boy. Take the coat buttoned, luckily for him, but Sirius under late notice something like his own body.

- I hope your silence, young, indicating that I do not think you understand and repeat.

Again, Sirius and rarely sit in it, truth be told, the silence. When McConagall leaves the room, Sirius finds that it is far and opens his mouth. Or rather, slightly opened lips and dropped a small gold key that shines with his own saliva.

- What do you say?

- Sirius, really, "James seems so admired as Peter, I kneel before you.

Clearing the key against his pants. Happy as a cat just ate.

- Well, you're on your knees, Prongs, eat me cock.

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sas. When they return to bed, Remus still can not sleep because it is sometimes difficult to sleep when you have in mind the image of Sirius on the map, entangled with a girl and Sirius in the room, promising oral sex to another and Sirius in the bathroom boys, shamelessly masturbating to ten feet away.

is sometimes difficult.

Punished.

- So, Potter, remind me again why we are punished.

James

mumbling, not looking at Sirius. We must polishone of the huge silver trays on Halloween used to serve meat stew. I have to do-that is the punishment-without using magic and no right to protest. A whole week wearing silver.

- Because I'm an idiot.

- Fair. Because you're an idiot and why else?

- And a moron.

- Okay, Potter. I see what you understand. Although not say if you say, you know? And I do not like. Repeat with more enthusiasm.

Peter, delirious with fever in bed, is the only one of four that has been waged. The rest have to rub and polish and polish and shine to all the silver of Hogwarts under Mr. Filch glared. And all because they come from Hogsmeade without authorization and under the Invisibility Cloak James had the idea to make a small class Paradita Defense Against the Dark Arts and write me out, EVANS indelible ink Zonko magic on the blackboard the teacher.

- It was not my fault that we cogieran, Canuto.

- Excuse me? It was you who looked at the map and said no one was coming. NO, you said.

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- I was distracted for a moment. I wanted the letters were good.

- For a moment was enough to see us Quejicus and goats. So it's your fault. Now say what an idiot and imbecile with conviction.

- You know what, Canuto? You are more pleasant when you go on all fours. You should consider making the change permanently.

- That has not sounded repentance, Bambi.

James leaves a second rub.

- Remus, tell him to stop. I've bled enough.

- No way, he entertains too see you discuss.

London calling.





Before returning to school, eat at a Steak House on Oxford Street and Remus admits that has only been in London visiting the hospital or shopping in Diagon Alley to buy school books but never in Covent Garden, on Sunday morning and not once in Camden Town to buy idioteces muggle in the market and has never crossed the Thames by boat, or has entered into the pubs to see how he plays for Manchester, and would recognize a punk. In summary, Remus only knows, what the London Sirius called boring.

- and so can not, Lunatic. People will think you're the typical nerd repellent. You have to desmelenarte.

- Not even I have hair.

Lack bit for reviews and have to go back to school because, among other things, James and Peter have to be wondering where the hell have gotten. or, who says girls say boys. - Makes one of the turnstiles with the arms, fuss of Sirius, his typically theatrical excess. - Both rides, rides well, Remus.

are entering wetlands and Remus knows that to follow the course of the conversation will end up sorry. At the end of the day is not a good idea to talk about one's sexual life (or lack of sex life, to be exact) when the object of desire is the one in front. But they are in London, with a full stomach and suffered an emotionally wrenching night. Need something light and superficial conversation. Need a dialectical struggle with a stubborn dog. Sirius needs to rescue him. CHTML

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- Well, not equal, Canuto. If you do not mind.

Supports elbows on the table and walks over to him. Sirius inquisitive. You just have to lift the ears and stretch your legs.

- Are you sure you do not like girls?

now I'm thinking I want to see how you undo your pants as I look at it and smacking, Black, like a cake that is offered to the school door to it eat.

- Pretty sure, "he says with conviction. With great conviction.

- But surely you've done well? - Remus did not answer but apparently, their silence is quite telling. - One moment. Even you did with an aunt!

- A little higher, Canuto. In Wales there is a deaf old lady that you've heard.

At least it has the delicacy of his voice a little lower for the four waitresses and twenty-filling local customers may look elsewhere. Sirius is even closer to the table, pushing his plate of bacon and chop. CHT Berlo if you have eaten the good guy? Heat. Oh, Merlin, shit. What's hot in London. Remus evaporates. Melts. Is placed at the site of that girl and Sirius imaginary hand under the uniform you want to shout "do it".

Eat me, Drink me, touch me.

Never has so strongly desired. Fuck. He seems to feel his lips the whole body but especially on that site that has become rigid and not just by thinking about girls.

- Sirius - make an effort because his voice sounds normal, have you ever done any of those things with a guy?

- What? - Her eyes out of their sockets. - No!

No, of course. Sirius is too masculine, too much man for that.

- And according to your theory, how do you know then you would not like?

Babbles a "well ..." and "shit, man, that's not ... well because ..." but fails to put together a sentence. For the first time, Remus has left him speechless. It is a day for history that will remain etched in the memory of London for ever and ever.

They return to Hogwarts on a motorcycle. Road

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A leafy oak in the grounds of Hogwarts. Lying on the knots in the wood, read aloud Remus and Lily hears with his head resting on his leg, fueling rumors of school and teenage jealousy. There are still three days to Remus's birthday but Lily has beaten him his gift and now enjoy both of a first edition of "The Importance of Being Earnest." I found in London near Diagon Alley. Wilde always reminds me of you. Always. Every book, every story. Especially this one, that is fun and light, yet reeks pain behind every irony, exudes a residue of bitterness, a deep regret and shame that hides behind a half-smilel dog that is even close to black and the brightest, stick out your tongue and sit on their hind legs. - That's nice. Have you lost?

He caresses behind the ears, looking for the necklace. Nothing.

- Do not have owner, handsome? - Sink your fingers into the hair on the back, feels a kind of sudden sympathy. - How did you get here? - Turns to look at Remus as if returned the question and your friend has an expression difficult to define, among incredulous and irritated.

- sure is full of fleas.

- Do not say that. Poor.

The huge animal barks towards Remus, who still seems irritated.

- had to leave. Do not tell me quclairvoyance that Lily is a mystery. Sigh pass, reaches out and strokes the dog's head, which lies immediately next to it and wags his tail against the ground, panting faster. You can touch the head and Remus he scratches his neck and touches the ears. Painter has hands, long fingers and well-drawn that slide into the back of the dog until the animal closes his eyes and yawns, leaving do. His fingers seek the stomach, rub and slide and after a while, the dog seems asleep, with his nose resting on the leg of Remus, right where Lily had a little earlier.

- Remus, look, I think this dog loves you.

is a casual remark but the sigh of Remus does not seem like much.

- Nah, Just a dog easier.

The protest animal with an intermittent series of barks. A spring breeze stirred the branches of oak and Lily leans on the tree. Remus returns to the page you left off, reading aloud to her and the dog, who seems half asleep in her lap, safe from the anger and impatience. Remus turns the pages with one hand. The other does not rest, leaving uneven grooves in the hair on the back, written in a mysterious alphabet only has meaning in the secret language of animals. The dog Lily close your eyes and let herself in the calm that inspires him.

Before nightfall, the dog raises his head, looks intently with ears erect and runs towards Severus Snaperunning through the garden at this time towards the Slytherin tower and has to run for a thousand feet, breathless, to get rid of the monstrous

flea bag that does not stop biting his robe.

- You'll laugh, Remus, but it's like that dog reminded me of someone.

- Really?

watch the antics Lily Snape angry and you think the dog is having fun, barking, playing, messing around.

- Yes, I think the boyfriend of my sister Petunia.

Remus can not help it. His laughter is heard in every corner of the gardens.

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Accio spell!

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MLXC especially capricious spring dawns and April, cold sneezes Scotland and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry fully awake on a Sunday ice cream. It's James who gets up in pajamas, looking out the window and suggested that it would "celebrate" but at midnight, standing in front of the ancient stone walls three feet thick, is Remus he prepares the spell. Peter has trouble slipping and Sirius hit their feet against the ground to keep from dying of cold.

- Moony, will you hurry? I balls are freezing and here Wormtail, you have not feel them. Peter, walking slowly to avoid falls, confirmed that, indeed, has no feeling from the waistbelow. Remus ignored them both, concentrated, and asks for a little silence. Sirius asked quietly course is like begging the god of rain to shine in the Kalahari desert plain. - And if you so cold in the balls, you ask James the scratch.

- Hey, Jimmy, Remus just wants me a favor.

soban It is Chincha, announces that Peter will soon pass the round of prefects and see that no one in their rooms. It's time. Remus said Griffyndor tower with his wand and his voice becomes solemn and majestic when he pronounces the spell. Accio luminem omnia!

The light beamto near a bludger that does not see where it goes and with half a dozen brooms never would achieve. James does not lose sight of how far and hear "Potter", as if shouted his name in unison hundreds of fluttering birds. Near the ground, the distance between snitch and search is becoming smaller and James Potter focuses its senses. Wind noise is eliminated and the crowd, other players disappear and the ground is getting closer, simply disappears. Obstacles and glory, everything disappears. Are left alone in the world, that golden ball with wings that looks like a moth nervous and he, James. On his broom.

a few feet above his head, Sirius dodge the opposing defense, and enters Slytherin territorymarks a decisive goal to tie. It's time.

James is aligned with the wind and the gods, stretch one arm, close your eyes and speeds. Search, find, press hard and changing course, turning great just before hitting the ground, the Snitch in his hand, flapping like a hummingbird, struggling to emerge from the water and breathe.

Griffyndor Slytherin explodes in ecstasy and lost, once again, his chances in the tournament. James catch your breath. Soon the fury around him and the crowd noise and shoulders out of the stadium. In the midst of the crowd, Sirius is energetic, high, exultant. His embrace is about to lie down and shoot the ground. Sirius literally vibrates with happiness.
- If you were notso ugly, Prongs, I'd marry you. - You put your smile
have earned the enemy, Potter, his famous smile
solemnly swear that I will be the punishment for everything under the sun Slytherin, Potter,
almost scary smile of triumph. - God, Potter, I love you, dammit! - He grabs her neck, her hair scrambles and gives the crowd like a turkey on Thanksgiving, raising his arm like a puppet. - Ladies and gentlemen, James Potter!

Le acclaim. Cheers, celebration, victory. He welcomed a crowd of faces that are mixed. Oil smiles, pats on the back blurry, anonymous greetings that do not mean as much as that last greeting at the end of the day, when the cos. It bounces back, I wish good night again, and when it has taken a few steps, she called and her heart gives a hard blow to the chest, that you think should have swallowed the snitch.

- Potter?

Turn. It's so beautiful. Everything would be easier if it were not so pretty.

- Yes? Lily Evans

glance. It would, but for once, not disingenuous, not aggressive, with nothing but the quiet woman who inspires him to win all the tournaments.

- Great play.

You throat is dry. It means something. possibly due

but not out. I just thank the person whose approval means everything but somehow, pToronto, does not mean anything. It was just a game. At school all hope will be the better player but at night in a deserted corridor in which the glory has no taste, with the woman that will never be for him, James Potter would change everything for being a search engine and a significantly worse slightly better man.

- It was not that bad. you serious. Feel that just one hundred years to mature. Actually, it was not bad. - Not bad, James.

That night sleep with a smile and the last thing going through your head is the quidditch. James.

is the first time he called her by name.

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