“Lucky me.” Remus drawled. “Are you sure I can’t stay in the States?”
He bit back his instinctive initial response, that it would be like Hogwarts all over again, with him usually as the logical voice of reason (and tie breaker) between the more hot headed James and Sirius. Even after ten years, the mere mention of Sirius’ inexplicable betrayal still brought a dark shadow to James’s eyes and mood. Sirius had been his family, more like a brother than the cousin he technically was. The Potters had brought Sirius into their home after he was kicked out and disowned from his own family for not adhering to the Black family values, beliefs, and traditions, especially those that aligned with Voldemort.
The only person Sirius had loved instantly more than James had been young Harry himself. He had often teased Lily about having to share the two men in her life. She had responded by giving him a certificate stating that he had shared custody and ownership of the Potter males, as well as a co-ownership contract that required a mandatory boys’ weekend once a month (so she could get things done), and at least one night every other week babysitting his godson (that night become the Potter date night, although most of the time they came home early, or spent the night in watching movies and reminiscing.) She also gave him a bill for 15,000 Gaellons in owed past child support. She was just teasing about the money, but Sirius had secretly started a vault in Harry’s name, and made a deposit faithfully, every month.
So then why had Sirius betrayed them to Voldemort? Remus still didn’t understand, and suspected that he never would.
His friend had raised his brows and shot him a thoroughly unamused look. The blonde relented, his tone holding a hint of apology for the tease. “Only teasing. You know I’m with you to the end, no matter what.” He stated quietly.
James held his gaze for a moment, and nodded. “I know.”
Shaking off the melancholy thoughts, both men turned to watch Harry, who had missed the byplay in his own enthusiastic running commentary of the slow progression of the airplane, as they finally departed the gate and joined the line for liftoff.
“Why did we decide to take a Muggle airplane instead of an international Portkey?” James muttered, gripping his arm rests as they climbed into the sky.
“Because none of the identifications we had would be applicable for getting through international customs. There’s also the little fact that to the wizarding world, James Potter has been dead for ten years, so seeing your name on a passport might raise some questions we don’t want answered yet.” Remus answered too patiently. “And there’s also the fact that the Supreme Mugwump of meddlers, Albus Dumbledore, believes that your son, the Boy Who Lived, has been staying with his Muggle relatives, tucked away, but still on the same continent this whole time, so we don’t want to rile the old man up any more than we already have either.”
The werewolf smiled sympathetically. “C’mon, Potter. You were the Captain and lead Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, yet you can’t handle flying in a plane, with nice padded seats and plenty of protective mental between you and the outside world?”