Sirius rolled his eyes. "I know that, but you and Lily... You're married. A
proper, sealed Marital Bond. What's it feel like?"
James stopped mid-step to actually think about the question. He sighed and
shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know if I can even describe it. Relief, I guess? You know
I can feel her magic now? And any questions I had before about how she felt about me...
It's like I have all the answers. Like there's nothing stopping us. I'm gonna spend the rest
of my life loving that witch."
"As it should be, mate." Sirius smiled, patting James on the back.
"Sirius?"
Sirius turned, brows furrowed, knowing that James only ever used his given name
when it was important. Under the intense hazel gaze, he almost looked away. But then
James gripped his hand tightly, and Sirius swallowed hard at the feel of the small box
pressed into his palm.
"You found it."
James nodded. "I found it."
"Oh fuck." Sirius wanted to laugh a little, but James did not look to be in a joking
mood.
"You take care of my sister. Get her safely through this war no matter what and, if
by some miracle she still likes your sorry arse, marry the witch."
"I swear it." Sirius pulled his best friend into a tight embrace. "On my magic, James,
I'll keep her safe."
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