The Seriousness of Sirius Potter

Scott sat in an armchair by the fireplace, fuming over the events of the day. His black eye was still hurting but to add insult to injury, he'd been given a detention twice as long as Michael's. In Scott's egotistical, narrow corridor mind, he wasn't the one in the wrong. As far as he was concerned, Michael threw the first punch so he was to blame. How Scott decided to treat Sirius was no one else's business. If anything, that little puff Queerius was to blame for the whole thing. If he had just kept his mouth shut and done as he was told, none of this would have happened.

This was all one big balls up. Michael and Sirius were back together, Professor Potter had apologised to his son for going ballistic on him, meaning that Scott no longer had any control over Sirius. Well, he may not have any control over the little puff, but he wasn't going to take this lying down. His head jerked up as Sirius walked through the portrait entrance, he was alone. Scott took a quick look around the common room, not a single student above fourth year, no one that was going to come to Sirius' rescue. He got up from his seat and followed Sirius, staying several paces behind him. When Sirius reached the steps to the dormitories, Scott caught up with him. A few steps up he grabbed hold of the back of Sirius' robes and slammed him against the curving wall violently. They were out of everyone's sight.

"You think you're a real smart arse, don't you Queerius? Think you've got the better of me?" Sirius seemed to be staring at Scott's black eye but he could hardly look anywhere else. "What are you looking at?" hissed Scott. "You find this interesting?" He pointed at his eye. "Your little fucker of a boyfriend gave me this. A real shiner, isn't it?"

"You got what you deserved," stated Sirius. Now that his dad knew about him and was okay with it, Scott no longer mattered to him.

"Is that right? Doesn't matter anyway; Mike's not here to protect you now. Your dad may be fine with your queerness but I'm not." He brought his fist back, ready to strike Sirius in the face. Something awoke in Sirius and in a heartbeat his own fist struck Scott in the face first. The unexpected impact sent him flying back down the steps. He crashed clumsily to the floor, attracting the attention of the whole room. He made an attempt at getting up but stopped when he saw Sirius standing over him, wand drawn.

"I don't need Mike to protect me. I've finally realised that I can stand up to gits like you and it's because ... I don't care what you say anymore. My name is Sirius Potter and don't you forget it! Now do us all a favour and go fuck yourself," Pride flowed through Sirius' entire being. He remembered what the Sorting Hat had told him when he was sorted, how he had courage but it was buried away. Today it had been unearthed.

Defeated and humiliated, Scott gathered himself up and stormed out of the common room. He wasn't going to tell anyone about this, especially not the teachers. The last thing he wanted was for it to spread all over the school so he kept his big mouth shut for once. One thing was for sure, he wouldn't be picking on Sirius again.

Later that night, there was an empty bed in the Gryffindor sixth year boy's dormitory. David Carp and Luke Gardener were fast asleep in their own beds. Scott drifted in and out of an uneasy sleep, his jaw was still hurting. The empty bed's former occupant lay on the opposite end of the room in a private paradise where only he and the one he loved were admitted. The boy lying next to Michael had his arms around him, letting him know that this was where they belonged. Michael nestled his head gently on his lover's bare chest. Slipping into blissful slumber, Michael and Sirius finally slept in the same bed.

Fin (for now)