#forbid

@jegulus-microfic April 4, Word count 445

It was an unusually warm day for early spring, and the Gryffindor sixth-years found themselves out on the grounds having a water fight. Shots of icy water flew through the air, attempting to find a target. 

It was the Marauders versus the girls. Mary and Marlene were ruthless, aiming for Sirius in particular, his long hair blinding him as it dripped into his face. 

Peter had given up quickly. He stood to the side, wringing out his robes as best he could. 

Remus had come to Sirius’s aid, and his unique ferocity had Mary and Marlene running for the greenhouses, shrieking and laughing, sending spurts of water over their shoulders at Sirius and Remus as they chased them across the grass. 

That left James and Lily. Somehow, Lily had knocked James off his feet and sat on his chest, blasting water at his face. He tried to get her off him, but she was too clever.

“Aquamenti!” She cackled as she fired water up his nose. 

Eventually, they were all too tired and hungry to carry on, so after a round of drying charms, they headed back into the castle for lunch. 

James had just walked over the threshold when invisible hands grabbed him from behind. One around his waist and the other covering his mouth. He was dragged backwards into a broom cupboard, the others too excited at the prospect of lunch to notice his absence.  

He grinned dopily when Regulus removed the disillusionment charm and came into view. He leaned forward to capture Regulus’s lips in a kiss. Regulus pushed him away. 

“Hey, love. What’s wrong?” James asked, confused, trying again to kiss his boyfriend. 

Regulus pressed his hand over James’s mouth. 

“What were you doing with Lily Evans?” He hissed, eyes narrowing. 

“With Lily? Oh, we were having a water fight, and she threw a tripping jinx at me, a totally illegal move, by the way, and—”

“I forbid you from being alone with Evans!” Regulus cut him off. James was taken aback. 

“You can’t forbid me from hanging out with my friend,” James told him, folding his arms across his chest. 

Regulus’s demeanour changed. He bit his bottom lip and moved closer to James. 

He used James’s folded arms to pull him down, and seductively whispered into his ear.

“I can if you want me in your bed tonight.” He nipped James’s ear lobe. 

“Lily, who?” James Potter was a weak man. 

“Good boy.” Regulus kissed him, pushing him to the back of the cupboard, knocking over a few mops as he did. 

Romans 7:12-13 (KJV) - Wherefore the law is holy, and the commandment holy, and just, and good.

'If, -God forbid- anything happens to the both of us, we hereby declare Sirius Orion Black and Remus John Lupin to be the *only* people allowed to gain custody over our son.'

Remus clenches his jaw as he watches the realisation sink in. These are the final words of Lily and James Evans-Potter. Their final wishes. And they're read 3 years too late. 3 years, in which an innocent man has been locked away in hell on earth. 3 years, in which his nephew has been hidden away with the foulest sort of people. 3 years, in which Remus hasn't smiled. 3 years of fighting the highest institution of wizarding society.

3 years of tears, anxiety, and hopelessness. And he'd do this for 3 more years if it meant seeing the way Sirius' posture deflated when the verdict rang through the room. He'd take 3 more years if it meant he'd get to experience the thrill of getting to bring his boys home. He'd take 3 extra years if it meant he could relive the moment that one word was spoken.

"Innocent."

It's been a minute since we've had some spice...Nsfw below the cut