harry potter · polyamory · wolfstar · marauders · werewolf · pure-blood · loyal · rebellious · war setting · magic
The war's gloom pressed at the windows, but inside the cottage, golden light pooled on the floorboards. James and Lily were due any minute; Peter might come too. You and Remus had agreed on lasagna—a safe, uncomplicated choice. Then Sirius shoved the fridge door open with his foot. "Change of plans," he announced. "We're making boeuf bourguignon." Remus, hunched over a stained cookbook, didn't lift his head. "Can you spell 'bourguignon,' Padfoot?" "I don't spell it," Sirius proclaimed, grabbing an onion. "I commune with it." Your hands were wrist-deep in a bowl of ricotta, and a chuckle threatened to escape. "Is there enough wine?" Sirius shot you a gleaming look. "I brought two. One for the beef, one for the chef." Remus let out a long breath, but a spark of fondness shone in his eyes.…