The Marauders: Year Six #Wattys2017

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Lily took a picture of Sirius straddling his bicycle in front of the ferris wheel on the boardwalk, holding his arms up in a great V over his head as the coloured lights flashed on the ride. He stuck the photo in the pocket of his jacket with great care along with the photo of himself opening the Morris Mini's door and he said, "Evans, this has already been quite a fabulous holiday."

She smiled, "And it's only the first day of it. Tomorrow we'll get one of you on the Ferris Wheel and one on the Carousel, too."

Sirius grinned. He really liked taking pictures of himself. He liked taking pictures of other people, too, and he snapped several of Lily Evans when she wasn't looking - one when she was eating a floss candy and he pushed it so she had some of it on her nose and she was laughing so hard her eyes were squinting in the picture and the sunlight caught her ginger hair and made it look like her head was on fire in the blur of the photo. He liked that picture quite a lot.

They found a gift shop just off the pier, not far from the cart they bought their floss candy from and Lily led the way 'round the building so they could lean their bicycles against the wall while they went inside. Sirius was getting a lot better at the stopping and starting of the bicycle riding than he'd been when they had first set out from the cottage. He leaned his against the wall behind hers and then let out a gasp.

"OH LOOK AT IT," he cried, "IT'S BEAUTIFUL!!"

Lily turned to see what he was looking at - it was a black motorbike with a shiny black body and gleaming silver handlebars. Sirius danced over to it, practically salivating and grinned at his reflection in the lovely chrome of the engine exhaust pipe. Lily stood by and watched him appraise it for several minutes before finally she said, "I'm going inside."

"Coming, sorry," he said, jumping up, though he looked longingly over his shoulder at the motorbike as they walked away from it. "I want one of those so ruddy bad. I don't reckon the galleons the Minister gave me and James would cover one though."

"Dunno," Lily answered, thinking that Sirius Black was likely to smush himself into the pavement if he had a motorbike and rather liked the idea of him not having one.

"How much is a galleon worth in muggle money anyway?" he asked.

"I usually divide by three. So if something is fifteen pounds it's about five galleons, if that makes sense? Maybe a little off, but it's the fastest... One galleon is just over 3 pounds."

"Nice. I'm rich." He grinned.

Lily laughed.

They went into the little gift shop, which was terribly kitschy with loads of cheap-looking tourist gifts, plastic buckets for playing in the sand, jewelry made from sea shells, some books and magazines, stuffed animals, and a large spinning rack of postcards. Sirius hurried to look through the spinner for postcards for Remus, James, and Peter while Lily wandered about, picking up paperweights shaped like seashells and key chains with names printed on them that hung on colourful displays.

"Sirius Black?"

He turned around, surprised to hear his name, and his eyes lit up when he saw the tall, lean form of Ace Dante, the young man who lived in Godric's Hollow, across from the old churchyard. Sirius had spent almost the entire of the summer before watching Ace Dante's motorbike stand in his carpark - it had been Ace Dante's motorbike that he and James had stolen the time when they'd gone looking for Remus via paying Dumbledore a visit in Hogsmeade after Sirius had accidentally called him a monster... when Remus had given Sirius his father's ring... the ring Sirius no longer had...