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It’s Punk Rock, Prongs


Peter Pettigrew woke up the morning after the full moon curled up beneath his pillow. The little rat trembled as he lay, his long wormy tail laying over his twitchy pointed nose. He nosed his way out from beneath the pillow and blinked his beady little eyes up at the bright sun. His bedroom window was open, the curtains fluttering lightly in the morning breeze. He’d spent the night sitting in the window, waiting for an owl from the fellas… and when the moon had risen and no letter had come, he’d transformed alone and hid beneath his pillow, trembling.

He crawled out, across the bed, over the duvet, and he transformed so that he was laying in his human form, his head in the pillows he’d just been hiding beneath. His eyes were moist with tears.

Of course they hadn’t forgotten that it had been the full moon. How could they? It was the one day a month their lives all revolved around, wasn’t it? Especially Sirius’s. And sure, Remus was away, sure Remus was in Iceland, but did that mean that they wouldn’t keep the tradition and go out marauding anyway? Certainly James and Sirius were together some place, having laughs and making memories without him.

No… they hadn’t forgotten the moon.

It was Peter Pettigrew who they’d forgotten.

But then… what else was new, ey? Peter Pettigrew was always forgotten. By everyone.

Even the people he loved the most.

Maybe even them most especially.

He sighed and rolled over, hugging his knees tight to his chest and cried himself back to sleep.




“Hold still.”

“Don’t stab me.”

“I won’t if you stay still.”

“But you’re getting close to -- ow!”

“See? I told you.” Lily dropped the kohl pencil to the counter and grabbed a damp cotton ball, sweeping it over Sirius’s face. “You made me mess it up.”

“You stabbed me in the eye,” Sirius complained.

Lily sighed and kept wiping the messiness off from under his eyes, then pushed him down so he was sitting on the closed toilet seat instead of standing as he had been. “Close your eyes.”

Sirius stared up at her.

“Fine, no eyeliner for you.”

“No! No! Please!” He closed his eyes quickly. “Make me a fabulously sexy raccoon.”

“Good boy.” She smirked.

Lily leaned back in, biting her tongue and raising the kohl pencil again. She pressed her palm to Sirius Black’s forehead, leaning his neck back so his face aimed up at her and she carefully swept the pencil along the bottom of his eyes, sweeping it beneath his eyelashes, darkening the edges of his lids. She ran her thumb gently over the line she’d made, smudging it, darkening the skin, and then raising the pencil again and redarkening the lines. She blew gently to puff the excess kohl dust away.

Sirius’s eyes fluttered open.

Lily took a step back, dropping the pencil onto the counter and smirked at Sirius as he stared up at her.

“How’s it look?” he asked, blinking.

“Positively bad ass,” Lily answered fondly. She held up a mirror for him to see.

Sirius snatched it out of her hand and tilted it, looking his face all over, grinning. “I can’t wait to show Prongs.”

Lily laughed.

Downstairs, James was sitting at the table in the kitchen as Mrs. Evans stood at the stove, frying a pan of bacon and James crunched on some of the pieces she’d already made, happily chatting away with Mrs. Evans about the game of Quidditch. “I can’t believe Evans hasn’t described it to you!” he said, “She was an excellent chaser in our second and third years, excellent. She can fly like the bloody wind! I’ve tried two years to talk her into playing again, but she’s just stubborn as all --- Whoa.” He dropped the bacon he’d been about to bite into and it fell onto the plate before him and stared up with raised eyebrows as Sirius and Lily came in the room. “Evans, you shouldn’t use the pugnus on poor ickle smurfs like our Padfoot.”

Sirius, who had meandered over, punched James’s shoulder and took the bacon from his plate.

Mrs. Evans turned around and though a startled look crossed her face, she didn’t say anything about Sirius’s new look. Instead, she scooped some eggs and bacon onto a second and third plate. “Lily, Sirius; here you are… eat up.” She pushed a couple more pieces onto James’s plate.

James was still staring at Sirius. “What’s that all over your face?”

“It’s eyeliner,” Sirius said. “Isn’t it fabulous?”

James gaped at him.

“It’s punk rock, Prongs,” Sirius explained.

Lily nodded, affirming, “It’s very punk rock.”

Sirius grinned.

James shrugged and turned back to eating the bacon Mrs. Evans had given him.

Sirius scooped up some of the eggs and ate those, feeling very cool.

“Have you three anything exciting planned for the day?” Mrs. Evans asked. “More adventure on the beach?”

Sirius nodded, “I’m sure we’ll get up to something.”

“No good, no doubt,” James murmured under his breath, quiet enough that Mrs. Evans didn’t hear. Lily smirked and Sirius winked.

When they’d finished eating, they went out onto the beach. James made a line for the ocean, tugging off his t-shirt as he went, spraying and behind him to the edge of the water, where the foamy waves petered off in diagonals. Sirius caught James’s shirt - which had his wand and his glasses in a pocket - and shook his head, “Always forgetting your bleeding wand, Potter!” he yelled.

Lily laughed and pulled the loose tunic she wore over her bikini and shorts over her head and tossed it onto the sand as well, “Well you can’t very well bring them into the ocean,” she said, smirking at Sirius as she ran after James. “C’mon, you fabulously sexy raccoon.”

Sirius hesitated, then took off his own shirt and threw it down with theirs, adding his wand next to the other two already laying on the sand. He ran after them, stopping when he got to where the water reached his ankles. Sirius shouted, “Where d’ya think you’re floating off to, Prongs?! DEER CAN’T SWIM!”

. James was already up to his chest, arms out, bobbing on the water’s surface, laughing and shaking his hair of water as the waves crashed right over his head. James shouted back, “What’re you hangin’ back for, dog?!”

“I DON’T WANT TO SMEAR MY EYELINER!”

James turned ‘round to look and saw her bikini top-clad chest, his eyes widened. “Hullooo Evans,” he called.

Lily was up to her waist, the water swirling about her bare belly, and she flushed at the gleam to his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that, you dirty thing.”

“Sorry Evans,” he called.

She waded along ‘til she’d reached where James was, the water up to her shoulders. James reached beneath the waves to grab onto a thick strand of seaweed, which he chucked over the water to where Sirius was picking his way, the water up to his knees now. The seaweed landed in his hair and Sirius panicked, flicking it off into the water with a shout, “WATER SPIDER, WATER SPIDER, GET IT OFF!” James hooted with laughter. “He’s been wearing make-up for less than an hour and he’s already turned into a girl,” James snickered as Lily reached him, the water coming to her shoulders here.

Lily laughed.

“Fuck you, Prongs!!” Sirius shouted. “I’ll beat’yer arse!”

“Yeah? Yeah? C’mon out here and do it then, ya ickle smurf!” James laughed, grinning.

Sirius waved his middle finger about.

Suddenly a particularly large wave came along and swept them up and Lily shouted as she lost contact with the floor of the ocean and James laughed, catching her into him, wrapping his arms around her waist as she smushed into his chest, grabbing his shoulders for stability, looking down at him as he stared up at her. “Alright, Evans?” he called to her over the roar of the wave as the fresh water poured over his forehead, streaming over his face.

“Yes, yes I’m alright,” Lily laughed.

James smiled up at her.

“Oi… Prongs!” James and Lily both turned to see Sirius pointing to the sky. There above them, circling in tight loops, was an owl… not just any owl. “Ain’t that Bubo?”

James’s eyes went wide as he stared up at the silhouette of his owl, and his hands brought Lily Evans back to earth, holding her hand, pulling her along through the water toward the shore. She followed, bouncing through the water ‘til they’d reached the depth that the water was to her knees and James dropped her hand, bending to pull his glasses from the pile of shirts and wands on the shore. He jammed them onto his face as he leaped toward where Bubo was sweeping low and held out his arm for the bird to perch upon.

Sirius and Lily ran across the sand after him, sand swabbing along their wet skin as they went. By the time they’d reached James’s side, he’d already pulled the scroll of parchment from Bubo’s ankle and he shook it out and stared down at it… his eyes roaming over the letter, water still dripping from his hair, which hung in strands over his forehead, his face slowly draining of colour as he read.

“What is it, Prongs?” Sirius asked.

Lily had her palm on his bare back.

James looked up at Sirius, who had bounced ‘round to the front of James trying to crane his neck over the edge of the parchment. “It’s my Dad.”