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james potter is SUPERBADASSNINJAAWESUM (staghearted) wrote,

"Shut up, Pads," James said as he stepped back from the hug, almost fondly. He wiped at his eyes and put his glasses back on to look down at the present Sirius was holding. He thought, maybe a little hysterically, about making a joke about how Remus would probably have made sure it wasn't a present that would leap out and eat his son, but he figured that would be too soon and in very poor taste.

If nothing else, it would totally undermine his standing on being the bigger man, here. And even if he had essentially forgiven Sirius, he still wanted to make him grovel a little.

Yeah, okay, he was definitely a little bit hysterical. It was as if the relief was a high; like too much oxygen was filling him up in all the spaces where the anger and resentment had been and making him giddy with it. There wasn't any more negativity left, not really: James's emotions were fairly black and white that way. He could hate and despise and resent for years, but once he had let go of it, it was truly gone.

And he had let it go. Remus had forgiven Sirius for what he'd done all those years ago, and if he could do that, so could James. Because they'd patched things up, together they'd basically managed to turn the whole war around. More importantly, they'd been instrumental in saving Harry, for which James was absurdly grateful. He gestured Sirius into the house. "Come on, you can give it to him yourself. He's just in the other room."