AN: This is a Re-write of my old story Toujours Pur. I will leave the previous one up for those of you would prefer to read that one as this version will have Slash in it. The pairings for this story are; Remus/Sirius and James/Lily. I hope you enjoy and I will warn you now that the updates will be slow due to the fact that I have a 3 month old baby and her needs (obviously) come before my urge to write. I apologise but please be patient, thank you.

Toujours Pur: A re-write

The door slammed loudly making Sirius jump a little, he looked up and saw his brother hovering outside his door. "Reg?" He asked as he slid off of his bed and stood up. He put aside the book he had been reading and took a step forward, Regulus turned to him and smiled. "Dad's back." He said softly and Sirius couldn't help the moue of distaste from twisting his features.

"Great." He muttered and straightened out his robes, he turned to view himself in the full length mirror that hung on the inside of his wardrobe door. His robes were a little crumpled but they would have to do as he heard the loud, coarse shout from downstairs; "BOY'S COME DOWN AND GREET YOUR FATHER!" Walburga called. Sirius huffed and watched his fringe flutter before turning around and striding out of his room, he closed the door and followed his brother down the stairs. It was a week before he was due to return to Hogwarts for his sixth year and he was awaiting it with a desperate longing. He couldn't wait to see James and Peter again but most of all he was looking forward to seeing Remus. They had all been exchanging letters as often as possible, Sirius would sit up until late into the night and await the familiar tapping of Remus' tatty owl on his window, he would throw it open and tear off the letter to read avidly beneath his duvet. He smiled to himself as he stepped out onto the landing and turned towards the drawing room, their letters were always heated, filled with well wishes and thoughts that Sirius would die before telling anyone else. The drawing room door opened to reveal the room in all its miserable ostentatious glory. Sirius' jaw tightened as he swept into the room after his brother who ran to their father and shook his hand firmly, Sirius hung back, avoiding having to greet his father for as long as possible.

"Boy, come here." Orion demanded and Sirius stepped forward obediently but with the usual hard hatred in his deep grey eyes. "Have you been good for your mother?"

Sirius glanced at Walburga who stared at him with disdain down her nose. "Yes, Father." He said quietly and returned his gaze back to Orion.

"I don't want any lies now, boy." Orion's deep voice rumbled through the air making it vibrate with tension, Sirius felt it and his spine stiffened in response, his hands clenched into fists at his sides and he stared directly into his father's eyes.

"I haven't done anything wrong." He said firmly and Orion smiled grimly.

"For now." He said acidly before dismissing Sirius with a wave of his hand and turning to Regulus. "I bought you something back from Bulgaria, Regulus." Orion said and brought out a small velvet box, on it was printed a seal of some sort, Sirius couldn't see it properly over his father's shoulder. "Your Aunt has left me a little money and so I went out and brought you a charm from an old gypsy Warlock, he told me it will enhance any spell you do if you wear it around your neck…a load of poppy cock if you ask me but it is pretty and worth more gold than he sold it to me for. Here…" He lifted out some kind of pendant with a delicate silver chain and a serpent with a Moonstone for its eye.

Regulus' eyes widened as he took the necklace reverently, he lifted it up and it caught the light, flashing and glittering mysteriously. "Wow, thanks Dad…it's beautiful."

"Yes, I thought so." He ruffled Regulus' hair and sat down heavily in his usual seat by the empty fire place. "Boy, bring me some Fire Whiskey." He demanded and pulled out a long ivory pipe which he stuck between his teeth, Sirius bowed his head stiffly before turning on the spot and walking out of the room.

It was never his name, always 'Boy'. He was never brought any gifts, not even chocolate. He was always forced to fetch and carry like a bloody trained animal. He took a shuddery breath through his teeth so it hissed loudly in the silent hallway; he took a moment to steady himself before moving towards the kitchen to get his father his drink.

~Always Pure~

The door seemed to be moving away from him each time he attempted to tap the surface with his wand, it was like he was looking at it through water. He stumbled a little as he nearly fell sideways into the bushes that separated his house from next door, he giggled a little insanely before tripping on the top step. He stumbled and went sprawling, his head hit the door with a loud crash and he lay still groaning as pain rocketed through his brain. For a moment he was convinced he had cracked his skull open and now his brains were sprayed all over the peeling black paint, but when he looked up he found himself staring at a pair of very shiny shoes. His eyes travelled upwards and he found himself looking up into his father's furious eyes. He grinned and giggled before abruptly evacuating the contents of his stomach all over his father's neatly polished shoes. He groaned and tried to get to his feet but instead a large, calloused hand came down from somewhere high above him and grabbed him by the back of the muggle t-shirt he was wearing. He felt it tear with a loud noise that sounded like a fart, this made him giggle even harder until tears were streaming helplessly down his face.

"Drunk…" His father hissed through his clenched teeth, he yanked his son roughly through the door and threw him onto the hall way rug. Sirius lay there, still laughing manically as he tried to regain his feet again. "You've been out with them again, haven't you?!" Orion growled.

It was always 'them' never 'your friends', as if James, Peter and Remus were little more than the trash his parents thought they were. Sirius managed, somehow, to defeat gravity as it tried vainly to pull him back down to the horrible green rug. He blinked up at his father blearily from his knees and grinned drunkenly. "Yeah…'m prop'ly sloshed…" He muttered, swaying on the spot as his father's face danced back and forth. "Absoluuuutely sozzled…Mashed…very, very pished…" He burst into more mad hysterics, he knew he was pushing things but he had imbibed enough alcohol to kill an Erumpent and his impending death by furious father seemed rather amusing. "Dad…You got…puke on your robesss…" Sirius muttered, hoping to be helpful. But his crappy attempts at calming the situation down only seemed to be making everything worse, a hand descended once again and this time it tangled in his hair. He was yanked roughly up, his feet leaving the floor momentarily until a hank of his hair parted company with his scalp for good, he cried out as he was slammed into the wall. "Ouch…" Sirius gasped as he rolled onto his back and lay still, panting heavily while the world spun in ever decreasing circles. Blood seeped sluggishly from his scalp where his father's fingers had torn his hair out, he closed his eyes and swallowed the urge to vomit again. Slowly, with a grimace of pain he struggled back to his feet, he stumbled into the wall and leaned against it but before he could recover his wrist was grabbed by freezing fingers and he was dragged helplessly into the kitchen. His father deposited him into a chair and began rummaging through the cabinets until he found a dusty bottle of bright blue liquid. Orion pulled the cork and moved over to where Sirius was slumped, he once again grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. The blue liquid was poured down his throat until Sirius began choking, he was released and he began coughing violently until tears streamed down his cheeks. The effect of the potion was immediate, he could feel his head clearing and vision slowly began to return to normal. He groaned as a headache to end all headaches hit him like a freight train. He sat upright and wiped his mouth on his sleeve as he lifted his eyes to meet his father's.

"You utter disgrace!" Orion growled, folding his big arms across his broad chest. "Getting drunk and daring to return home in a state like a filthy Mudblood! You are a Pureblood, you should carry yourself as one. I am reaching my limit with you, boy! If your mother were to see you like this you would have been in even worse trouble. Your brother is very impressionable right now and he doesn't need to see his older brother acting like a complete fool and embarrassing this great family. If you dare to ever set foot on this door step as drunk as you were again I will make sure you never see that useless school again, do we have an understanding?"

Sirius blinked slowly before hanging his head and rubbing at his temples, he squeezed his eyes shut tightly and grimaced as he tasted bile in the back of his throat. "Yes father…" He rasped and heard his father grunt in response.

"Disgusting child." Orion muttered and left him sitting in the kitchen.

~Toujours Pur~

'Yes father' 'of course mother' 'anything you say father' 'I won't do it again, Mother.' 'I'm sorry, Father.'

It was always the same, their nagging seemed to increase every year. It was a constant stream of hissing suggestions of what he should be doing, where he should be going, who he should be spending his time with.

'This is supposed to be a family gathering, not a Muggle rock concert…change your clothes at once, Boy.' 'You're not like Regulus, he's a good boy. He never disobeys or makes me angry.' 'Why can't you be more like your brother? His behaviour was impeccable tonight.' 'Eat properly, you're not an animal.' 'Sit straight, don't talk with your mouth full and stop trying to vanish your vegetables.' 'What on earth am I going to do with you, child?! You can't even perform such a simple spell without breaking something; I swear you're almost as useless as a squib!' 'Regulus has always been much more talented than you, why can't you learn from his example? He's never outshone by mere Mudblood's.'

Sirius lay on his bed, arms stretched out to either side of his body as he stared blankly up at the ceiling. He sighed softly to himself before lifting his hands and scrubbing at his face roughly, he could hear the rasp of new beard growth and feel the stubble beneath his fingers. He needed a shave. He sighed again and rolled over onto his side, he stared mindlessly across his room and fiddled absently with a loose bit of cotton on his bedspread. He could hear his brother humming softly to himself from his bedroom, it was an odd counterpoint to the noise from the traffic outside his window. Sirius huffed and his fringe fluttered as he rolled onto his other side restlessly. It was three days before he would be returning to Hogwarts, he could almost taste his freedom. It was a relief to finally be escaping Grimmauld Place, he couldn't wait to finally be able to be himself again and not have to worry about his parents discovering the secrets that lay hidden in a box beneath his bed. He closed his eyes and pushed his fingers into his hair, feeling it's texture and grinning to himself as he once again rolled onto his back. Soon. Only three days to go. He would be free once again. He sighed and smiled happily as he imagined seeing James, Peter and Remus again. Movement disturbed his thoughts, he opened his eyes and turned his head so he was looking at the door, he saw his brother standing there and gazing in at him curiously. Regulus was in his pyjama's, his hair still damp from his bath and he smelt faintly of roses. "Reg, get out." Sirius snapped irritably.

"What are you so happy about?" Regulus asked, stepping into his brother's room and eyeing the décor with a wrinkled nose. "It can't be because you're going to be seeing Bella tomorrow, you hate each other."

"No. It doesn't matter to you what I was smiling about, now get out before I hex you into next week!" Sirius grabbed his wand and pointed his threateningly at his brother.

Regulus gave him a doubtful look before shaking his head slowly. "You won't hurt me, Sirius." He said with confidence and moved to sit down on Sirius' bed, Sirius huffed irritably and threw his wand back onto his bedside table before rolling over and looking in the opposite direction to his brother. Regulus smiled in triumph. "Is it because we're going back to school soon?" He asked as he picked up the towel he had around his shoulders and began drying his hair absently. "Because I'm pretty excited too, it's my OWL year."

"Yeah." Sirius said, his voice surly as he sulked with his arms folded stubbornly across his chest.

"Are they as hard as they say they are?" Regulus continued, determinedly ignoring his brother's attempts at being anti-social.

"No. They're a piece of piss." Sirius grumbled.

"You did really well, didn't you?"

Sirius attempted a shrug. "I 'spose."

"Mum and dad weren't impressed though, you got a Poor in History of Magic."

"No one pays any attention to Binns, you know that."

Regulus grinned, he liked to force his brother to talk to him, even if he pretended to get all huffy and irritable. "True enough." He said and sighed as he let the towel fall into his lap, his hair was a tangled birds nest. Sirius rolled over to face him, he took one look at his brother's hair and a tiny smile flitted across his face as he sat up and summoned a hair brush from his desk.

"Here, let me brush your hair." He said and Regulus sat still while Sirius tamed his jet black locks. "It's getting long, Reggy." Sirius said quietly, his face a picture of concentration. "Soon you'll look more like me, mum and dad won't be able to tell us apart."

Regulus snorted then winced as Sirius pulled a little too hard. "Of course they will, you're bigger than I am."

"I 'spose so." Sirius said absently, a small frown creasing his brow as he gently brushed out a knot. "So, what you planning to do when you get to school?"

"Well, there's the parties that Professor Slughorn sets up…he keeps bugging me to get you to go to one of them but I told him that you'd rather swallow Buboter Puss."

Sirius sniggered. "And what did he say to that?"

"He just gave me a funny look." Regulus turned around to look at his brother closely. "Siri?"

"Yeah?" Sirius let the brush fall into his lap and cocked his head slightly.

"I…Well…" Regulus paused and frowned, he looked away from his brother's inquisitive gaze as he chose his words carefully. "I heard from someone at school…" He swallowed his nerves and ploughed on. "They said that they'd seen you and…and that Lupin…in…in one of the empty classrooms on the third floor…they said they saw you k-kissing…"

Sirius was silent for a long time, the lack of reaction from his brother made Regulus look up nervously. Sirius' eyelids lowered and he squared his shoulders defensively, Regulus knew this look well, it was one he always wore when their parents confronted him on some wrong doing. "And who said this?" Sirius said softly, his hands stilling on the handle of the brush.

"It was Avery…He said that you were a great poufter who'd shag anything with a cock…" Regulus grimaced at the distasteful words before sighing heavily. "It's true, isn't it?"

"You can tell Avery to shove his lies up his big spotty arse." Sirius said venomously, his eyes turning icy cold. "Tell him that next time he spreads rumours to check his facts, the dirty, useless shit! I was in that classroom with Rebecca Cross from Ravenclaw."

Regulus raised an eyebrow. "The Mudblood?"

Sirius smirked and lay back on his bed with his arms beneath his head. "Yeah. She's a good lay."

"Impressive, she has massive boobs."

Sirius chuckled. "Look, you shouldn't believe all the shit that comes out of Avery's mouth, he's got it in for me and you know he has."

Regulus relaxed and smiled brightly. "Yeah, I suppose he does. That's good, for a moment I thought you were…you know…into blokes. I should have known better." He stood up but as he turned his back on Sirius he missed the flash of pain that flitted across his handsome face, when Regulus turned back it was gone. "Anyway, thanks for that, I'll see you in the morning. Good night, Siri."

Sirius smiled. "Night, little brother." When Regulus closed the door Sirius' face fell and he curled up into the foetal position with his face buried in his knees. He sighed sadly. "I wish I could tell you." He breathed into the silent room.

~Always Pure~

"Come back here this instant!"

Sirius' legs carried him as fast they could towards the edge of the trees, he leapt a fallen log, his wand clutched in one hand as he stumbled and somehow managed to right himself. He risked a glance back over his shoulder and saw the three older boys coming after him, he swore roughly and dived through a thicket of thick brambles. They snagged in his hair, ripping his t-shirt and jeans and scratching at his face but he knew that if he took an easier path he would be caught.

"BLACK! GET BACK HERE!"

Sirius' breathing came in great gasps as he pushed his way further into the bushes, ignoring the stinging pain as they tore at his flesh. He knew he would be in a world of hurt if he was caught by Malfoy and his cronies. He gritted his teeth and finally pushed his way to the other side, he stumbled on a fallen log and went crashing straight into a small stream of freezing water. Sirius gasped and struggled out with difficulty. His fingers found the mud at the edge of the stream and he pulled himself onto the shore, he fell onto his back and lay there, panting heavily as shadows chased themselves over his bloodstained skin. He could hear the voices from his cousins as they sought him, they called loudly and laughed when someone promised not to hurt him. Sirius growled deep in the back of his throat as he forced himself up onto all fours, with a nasty smirk over his shoulder thick black hair began to spring up all over his body. His hands shrunk and grew long claws, his face elongated into a snout with a shiny black nose and the growl turned into low, intimidating rumble.

The massive black dog flicked its tail, it shook the water from its heavy coat before slowly padding away deeper into the forest. It left the ever increasing frantic calls far behind.