It was fucking indecent is what it was. There was Simon, bare-waist-ed, sitting around in nothing but his shorts.

Sometimes Sirius was the light that lit Grimmauld, and sometimes he was the dark that swallowed it, and Regulus never knew which he would be when.

Sirius, James, and Peter could do magic. Remus didn't think he was special until he was bitten by a werewolf. Now they're all caught up in trying to find out what no one remembers about the Leaky Cauldron. Rated T for mild adult themes. Alternate Reality. Modern stetting.

"Turn off the com," Kamina instructed him.