Christ. My Potterish joints are creaking arthritically, Di. HP ain't my thang no more, but it's your birthday (or, it was) and, y'know, <3. May this year be what you want it to be.

This short little thing is for you, set after Sirius ran away, when he's shacked up with the Potters. I don't know if it's fluffy or squicky, so I'll put up a warning for both.

WARNING: NOBODY DIES AND SOMEONE TAKES A SHIT.


Smells Like Victory
Harry Potter. James/Sirius. PG13.
I don't know, I think the warning makes an adequate summary.

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