Written for SomethingWithMittens challenge, Prompt and Post Challenge.

My prompts were:

Heaven
"I've always been afraid of Love.
Mother Nature

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Remus was in a hurry. A huge hurry, the type of hurry that sent all the parchment from your bag spiralling out and onto the floor; the type of hurry that had people shouting after you as you barged past, bruising their shoulders. That kind of hurry.

And the reason for his hurry; his one good friend, Sirius Black. As he hurried down the corridor, bumping painfully into Frank Longbottom's left shoulder, Remus inwardly groaned at what he had to do next. This wasn't his job, he was meant to be the one that spoke words of wisdom and came up with the blue print behind their marvellous pranks. James was meant to be the one that comforted the wounded, not the chocolate obsessed, slightly crazy werewolf who was now launching his way through the entrance hall, heading for the doors.

Unfortunately, James just happened to be away on Christmas break, and so it was up Remus to brave the dark, dark mind of Sirius Black and work to cheer up his mate. Then send a curse letter to James for leaving at such a disastrous time.

For they all knew it was going to happen. It happened every bleeding year, and this was the first one that James had been absent for. Damn him, Remus thought frostily as he spotted Sirius sitting by a tree near the lake, staring out into the distance.

Remus pulled his coat closer to him as he walked slowly to where Sirius sat, trying to brace himself as much as he could against the wind as well a s prolong the inevitable.

Once he reached his shaggy haired friend, he sat quietly beside him, huddling against the trunk of the tree to gain warmth. It helped marginally and he finally built up the confidence to speak to his friend.

"Sirius, don't you think you should have a coat or something on? You're going to freeze out here!"

Sirius ignored him, asking, instead what he considered to be an unanswerable question.

"Remus, why do trees always die in the winter?"

Remus, knowing that Sirius wouldn't want to listen to his proper explanation on the subject, rolling his eyes and answered simply, "Mother Nature."

Sirius seemed to consider this, as he sighed and replied, "Well, Mother Nature mustn't like winter very much. All the good things die in winter. Like the trees, and the sun, and the birds, and- and"- Sirius cut off, as if he couldn't stand to say anymore of the sentence. Instead, he leaned back on the tree with a broken sigh, a tear escaping his eye. Remus refrained from rolling his eyes again.

"Sirius, seriously, this is ridiculous. It was only"-

"Don't you dare say it was only a one night stand, don't you dare! You know very well how I felt towards"- Sirius choked in hysteria, his eyes flaming as they narrowed on Remus. This time Remus did roll his eyes.

"I wasn't going to say"-

"I've always been afraid of love," he admitted softly, stopping Remus in his sentence once again, turning to stare again. "And now I know why. There were so many things I loved about her. The dark, crisp skin that covered her, the way he juices just flowed and her taste – Mmmm," he moaned, and Remus felt suddenly sick, "It was like I was in Heaven."

He sighed. "But, of course, Mother Nature just had to take it all away from me."

Finally, Remus had had enough.

"Sirius!" he exclaimed. "It was a bloody roast turkey! There is no need to sound like you lost a loved one or – or someone died! It was a bloody turkey!"

Sirius was on his feet in a flash. "She was more than just some simple roast turkey, she was my roast turkey, and Peter stole her and - and ate her! Do you know how that feels? He always steals my roast turkeys, every Christmas!" he sulked unhappily.

Remus sighed at his friends antics. Slinging his arm over Sirius shoulder, he pulled his lips into small smile.

"Tell you what. We'll go down to the kitchens now and get you another one. And hide it from Peter."

Sirius frowned. "It won't be like the last one, the last one was perfect. But . . . I suppose we could do that," he resigned with a sigh.

Remus bit his lip to keep from laughing. Next time he was making sure James was there. Even if he had to tie him to a chair to stop his from catching the train. He was never going to do that again!

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