A/N: Edited version now up as of 23 July, 2009.


The Plan

Tuesday, 13 October, 1981


"Hey... Are you okay? You're looking a little peaky..."

"I'm fine... Get me ... I don't know. Something strong."

"You're not fine. You aren't like this when you're fine."

"Don't lie to us. We've known you too long. What's wrong?"

"Nothing that hasn't been wrong for a long time..."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"We're going through with it. We went to talk to the solicitor today."

"So it's really over?"

"Almost. I'm not moving out until war calms down a little. The way things are looking now, we may end up going in to hiding for a while before I leave."

"That should be interesting -- the two of you locked up together for months with no one else too keep you from hexing each other too badly."

"Try not to blow anything up."

"Ha-ha. Very funny."

"But really ... I am sorry things didn't work out."

"I know. So am I... It was just too much. The war, the baby..."

"Maybe it's for the best."

"I know it is. I mean, it isn't fair for a kid to grow up in a house with his parents always fighting. When the divorce goes through, I think life will be easier on everyone. Things have been awful for a long time..."

"Oh God. It's later than I thought. Look, I have somewhere I need to be--"

"Away from people before you get all furry and toothy?"

"I'll thank you not to say that too loud ... but yes."

"Go on. We'll see you later. I may just come by tonight -- it's an excuse to get out of the house, if nothing else."

"I should probably be going too, but I'll see you later tonight."

"I think I'll stay awhile. Make sure Mr Joy-and-Rapture here gets home before he passes out on the floor. Try to keep him from being too drunk to transform."

"Well a lot of good I'll do if neither of you shows up."

"I'll be there -- as soon as I know this one's okay."

"You talk about me as though I'm not here."

"We're just worried. I know it seems rotten, but it's not the end of the world."

"But you do need to be careful. You're not yourself, and it's scaring me. Don't let your guard down because you've got other things on your mind. Trust me when I say that your wife isn't the only one out to get you right now..."

"I know, Mum."

"Well sometimes I wonder if you don't still need your mum making sure you don't do anything too stupid."


"Yes, well. Good-bye."

"See you tomorrow, if not sooner."

"Yeah. Good-bye... Perhaps we should be going too?"

"Hold on a minute. There's something I want to talk to you about."

"All right. What is it?"

"We're ... a bit more serious about going in to hiding than I let on."

"How serious?"

"Enough that we've talked about who should be our Secret-Keeper. I agree with you about Remus -- he's always been a good friend, but I'm not sure that I trust him quite so much anymore--"

"'You need to be careful,' he said. I bet he knows just what you need to be careful of."

"Let's not jump to conclusions... But you're right. I have a bad feeling about him. And Peter's never been Lily's favourite person. They never have gotten on all that well. There's only one other person that I could even consider for something like this..."

"Me? You picked me?"

"It's the first thing we've agreed on in months."

"James, you know I'd do anything for you and Harry -- and Lily while it lasts -- but... We'll talk about this when your plans are more set ... and when I'm sure alcohol hasn't muddled your brain."

"There's no one else. We're like brothers, Sirius. Who else can I trust the way I trust you?"

"I know you trust me, James. I'm just not sure that I can trust myself..."