Werewolf's Territory
Summary: What if instead of Remus dying, he lived and developed a life with Harry. They both mourn Sirius' death, but have developed an intimate relationship. After two years of being together, Sirius is back from the land of the Dead. Now all Moony and Harry want is to keep him locked up - permanently.
Wild: Hey everybody! I've been in Washington D.C. for an entire week, and in the time that I was there, I thought of doing something like this the entire time.
Aiya-chan: Yeah, and I, her evil twin sister, helped her out with the idea!
Wild: so please, if you don't like the Sirius/Remus/Harry pairing, don't read it and please do not flame me, unless I deserve it!
Aiya: So enjoy! Or you might die from a snake bite or potion in your drink.
Italics = thoughts
Bold italics = Moony talking to Remus
I
Remus was floating in a sea of blacks and blues, his eyes darting with fear back and forth, horror flashing in his bright eyes. He tried turning to see where he was, but he saw nothing but darkness.
"Harry!" he called out, reaching into the darkness, touching nothing. His body quivered with fright as he called out again. He felt tears beginning to leak from his ducks, trying to find something to hold onto. "Harry!"
Remmy, a soft voice whispered in his mind and he searched for the source. Then he saw it; a small light beginning to form far off in the distance. His face brightened into a faint glimmer of hope as he ran towards the shimmering light, hoping to catch it and envelop the boy tightly in his grasp. He called out, "Harry? Is that you!"
Remus, why? The voice whispered again as he ran faster, smiling brilliantly. But then he slowed down, seeing another face taking form. His smile slowly began to turn into one of despair and tears brimmed on his eyelashes. His mouth opened and closed, mute like a fish trying to speak anything but bubbles. Remus, why did you leave me alone?
"S-Sirius?" he whispered and reached out for the sad face of his dead friend, his dearest Padfoot, and his lost lover. "Sirius, is that you?"
Why! Sirius cried out, his temper exploding like how it has when he was younger, at Hogwarts in his teenage years. Why did you leave me, Remus? Why did you leave your friend? Why!
"Sirius!" he cried out as a burst of light flashed in front of his eyes, and his friend disintegrated, disappearing with a pained, excruciating cry for mercy, and for help. Remus could only extend his hand as he was jerked from his dream to reality.
I
"Sirius!" Remus cried out, jerking forward in bed, startling an eighteen year old Harry from his sleep. Harry flinched and darted up from her perfect, restless slumber to grab his lover and cradle in close.
"Remus, Remus, it's alright! It was just a dream! Remus, love," Harry whispered and brought Remus closer, whose body was wracked by mournful sobs. He brought him closer to his chest, holding him tightly in his grip to comfort his sorrowful lover. Remus had these kinds of dreams quite frequently, of his dear uncle, and of his dead lover. Yes, Harry knew of Remus and Sirius' old relationship.
He had felt disgusted at first, even angry; however, in time, he realized the appeal of the older adult werewolf. Harry cradled Remus' head closer, hushing him with gentle shushing noises. But when he thought his dearest had finally calmed down, he heard an unmistakable growling noise.
He looked down at Remus' face and whispered, "Moony?"
Golden eyes stared up at Harry, predatory and weeping. But the wolf side growled and leapt at Harry with desperation and hunger. Harry quickly submitted, feeling his groin respond eagerly in anticipation when his wolf began to devour his body with intent to sate his unquenchable hunger.
I
Wizards and witches rushed everywhere as the Gateway to the Veil began to shimmer, spells dripping off the lips of the most powerful witches and wizards, rolling out of their mouths with incantations and scattered words that would have confused any normal human being.
The Veil shimmered and faces cried out, reaching for the living, but the wizards searched for one soul in particular. They searched quickly, sorting through a million souls who had lost their lives, but quickly located him. They grasped the string of the soul, so faded and withered with age that is was a thing of wonder that it still lived.
"Come back to us now," the wizards chanted together, other enchanted words of magic spilling from their mouths, calling to the poor, devastated soul of one of the dearest and most profound members of the Order of the Phoenix. The spirit stirred and they saw the glowing of the Gateway growing brighter and more profound.
The cries of a soul being taken echoed in the wizards' ears, and many wished to cover their ears to block out the dreadful, blood curdling sound. But the head cried out, "Do not stop chanting! We must bring him back! Com back to us now! Now is the time! Come back!"
The soul was brought out from the Veil with a mighty cry and a blinding flash of bright pure white light. A dark body dressed in scraps of what was once lavishing clothes slumped onto the floor, barely moving. Only the faint gasping of breath was sign of life in the crouched body. The wizards and nurses rushed forward to heave the old wizard onto their shoulders, crying out orders to get him to St. Mugo's.
"Welcome back, Sirius Black," the head whispered to the torn, scarred face of the youthful wizard.
I
Harry cried out in pleasurable ecstasy as Remus emptied himself into the yielding body, collapsing down with weight and heavy muscles onto the frail young body of the teen. Harry panted, his skin sweaty and silky smooth as Remus stroked his hand along the taut chest.
He watched the muscles ripple like a river, feeling his wolf receding back into its cage. He purred and buried his nose into his mate's hair, feeling his groin become hard again at the intoxicating scent of the boy he had mated with long ago.
"Are you okay now, Moony?" Harry whispered, and Remus purred in response, grumbling and bringing Harry close, drawing him into his arms to tuck Harry's head under his chin. He inhaled, his chest rising up and down while he stroked the boy's back, trying to give himself comfort.
"Yes."
"Was it the dream again? About Sirius?"
"Yeah…I could see his face this time," Remus whispered, and felt his chest tighten in agony. "I could hear him, Harry…I could see him so clearly, and he looked so real as if he were still alive."
"Moony?" Harry asked, looking up at Remus with bright green eyes, so innocent and welcoming that it shocked Remus to the core. He smiled and brought Harry close again, curling around him in clear pleasure. He purred again and whispered, "I'm sorry, Harry. I know it was hard on you too."
"Not as hard on me as it was you…you loved each other," Harry said, and was about to say something else when a loud knocking on the door brought them out of their perfect mournful world. They both jumped up in bed and as Remus headed downstairs while tugging on a pair of pants and a shirt, Harry busied himself with composing his appearance.
Remus hurried down the stairs, calling out, "Just a minute!"
He grasped the golden doorknob and jerked it open, expecting to see a mail boy or some human begging for money. But when he saw the smiling, breathless face of Hermione Weasley, shivering in the falling snow with a warm furry coat wrapped tightly around her. He blinked at her panting red face, her wispy bourbon hair scattered around her face. Her face had remained silky and slim, and her eyes had not grown dark with age. Instead, it seemed that they had brightened with wisdom and wonder. He heard Harry plod down the stairs and come up behind him.
"Hermione? What are you doing here?" Harry asked, staring at her face with incredibility. "Please, come inside! It's so cold! I mean, look at you! You're covered in snow, and it is freezing!"
"Yes, come in, we can make you some nice hot-," Remus started to say but was cut short by Hermione's ecstatic voice as she shook her head, stopping them both in their tracks towards the kitchen.
"No! Please, you both must come quickly!"
"Hermione, what's wrong? I notice that Hugo isn't here with you, so what's wrong?" Harry asked, noticing the absence of her son.
"It's Sirius! The Head Wizards brought him back! He's alive, Harry! Remus!" she cried out desperately and grabbed their hands tightly, nearly crushing their bones with her unknown brute strength. "Please, you must come quickly! He is barely alive, and we need you two there to be with him! Please!"
Remus and Harry both looked at each other with bewilderment before quickly grabbing their lush red fox fur coats and following the gasping former Granger, grabbing their broomsticks on the way. Flying was faster than any car, no matter what human logic said.
I
He thought he heard gentle whispers, and the calming, soft caress of hands running along his skin. But how could that even be possible? He was in the Veil? There was no comfort in the Veil. Only death lied in its shadowy, burning depths; pain, suffering, death, and agony.
So how could there be this warmth creeping over his skin? Could he be in the Heaven so many humans believed in? The Heaven of God, the creator of the Earth? He wanted to know where he was, but his eyelids felt so heavy. Could he even open his eyes now? Would he be able to see and locate the warmth spreading over his flesh?
He groaned as pain shot up his side as some fiery liquid was poured into his mouth and spat onto his skin. Yes, there was the fire he had known. So he hadn't left? He knew it had been too good to even hope for, so he fell back into the agonizing sleep he had grown accustomed to. He slept with tears running down his cheeks.
I
Is it even possible? Can he really be alive? Remus questioned himself as he, Harry, and Hermione all ran through the hallways of St. Mugo's. He rushed through the corridors, clasping Harry's hand so tightly he was amazed he had not broken his poor mate's hand.
But Harry only squeezed harder, having equally questionable thoughts. Could his uncle really be alive? After all these years, he had never thought of such a thing being mortally possible, even magically. But as he continued to think, he began to worry about how this would affect Remus.
He glanced at his lover as he was being dragged along behind Remus like a rag doll. The werewolf's face was set in hard, determined, confused lines. He could see the confusion imbedded in his eyes, the determination to know the truth in his face, and the fear of regret, sadness, and inability to keep a friend safe in his soul.
Sirius had been Remus' first mate, his first lover, and a caressed friend; one that he had lost. So now that Sirius was back, what would this mean? Would Remus abandon him and take Sirius? Or would Sirius have to give him up to Harry? Was it possible for Moony to have two mates? Harry quickly went through all the information he possessed on werewolves in his mind.
"Up ahead! Quickly! When I left he was in terrible condition, and he may have worsened," Hermione cried out in distress and rushed off ahead, swinging open a door and nurses spilled out, running every which way to fulfill their orders.
Remus charged in after her and searched the room with eager eyes before they landed on the pale, boney body of his dear friend lying on a table. Wires, tubes, and cables were attached all over his body. He stared in wild amazement, taking slow, almost dramatic looking steps towards his friend.
"S-Sirius," he whispered, staring down at the body he could hardly recognize as his friend. The Veil had done things to Sirius, just as Azkaban had. His body was skinny and he could be described as nothing but skin and bones. Dark circles surrounded his eyes, and his hair had grown grimy and shaggy. He only had on a pair of pants, and Remus cringed and coiled inwards, covering his mouth when he saw the large, horrendous gashes covering Sirius Black's chest.
"Mr. Lupin, we are glad to see that you came," Professor McGonagall said, walking up behind the young wizards that she had taught. They swung on her, and Harry's eyes widened.
"Professor, what are you-?" he whispered before she held up her hand to silence him. She gave him a look that had him quiet in an instant, like a tamed dog.
"Harry, Hermione, and Remus, as I said before as I was so rudely interrupted, I am glad to see all of you here…and as you can all see, Sirius Black is here in the world of the living once again. The wizards of the Order of the Phoenix helped cast a very ancient, very secret, and very, very dangerous spell to bring him back."
"But…why did you bring him back…why couldn't you have left him alone? Now he has to suffer again!" Remus roared, turning on McGonagall, his wolf roaring. Moony had instantly recognized Sirius' scent and went wild at the thought that both his mates lived.
But Moony highly disagreed with the thought of his first mate's life being played and toyed with like a piece on a chess board. The wolf in him rose to the surface as it eyed the old woman professor it had deemed a very possible threat.
"Remus Lupin, I will not have you speak to me in such a manor. Now listen closely; we have all seen how peace has finally come to the wizarding world after Voldemort's death, and it is now that we have all the right tools to bring back some of the powerful witches and wizards we lost…Sirius was our first, and won't be our last," McGonagall said, and watched Remus growl.
Harry stepped up beside him and clasped his hand tightly, caressing the hairy arm.
"Harry, it is so good to see you dear. I take it you've been doing well with this-wolf- hounding you?" McGonagall asked teasingly, smiling at one of her favorite ex-students. Harry smiled back faintly at his former teacher, his brown eyes staring at her kindly.
"I've been very good, professor. Remus takes care of me very well, and I enjoy living with him," Harry said, squeezing Remus' hand tightly and firmly, assuring Remus that he should stay calm.
Moony rumbled and purred inside Remus.
Mates. Both of them here in this one room. We must protect them both, Remus, Moony said to Remus, and he slowly began to calm down, rearing in moony by the muzzle. He couldn't lose control of his temper. Not here, and not now. He couldn't loose control now that he had Sirius back.
The only problem was just that thought: Why wasn't Sirius awake?
"Why is he still asleep? How long has he been back here?" Harry asked for Remus, looking at his uncle and reaching out a hand to run the back of his hand against the smooth curve of his uncle's cheek. He stared at the face that had been so elegant and powerful, gallant and strong, but was now carved into stone and hardness, pain.
Professor McGonagall sighed and walked up to the table, staring down at Sirius.
"He hasn't woken up, and we brought him back no more than possibly six hours ago. But even we believed he would be awake by now. We gave him extra boosts of human adrenaline, cast spells, and did everything possible to bring him back," she whispered and stared down sadly at her once lively student's face.
"He just won't wake up, and whenever we touch him, he begins to cry and whimper, trembling as if he was afraid…he cries so sorrowfully that it breaks my heart to see him in such mourning," she said and looked up at Harry and Remus. "And that is why we have brought you two here, to wake him up."
Harry looked at her like she was insane.
"Us? How are we supposed to wake him up if even the Order cannot?" Harry asked, as Remus looked down at Sirius face, feeling his need to see those brilliant eyes of the Black's, the eyes only Sirius had.
"You two were the most important beings in his whole life. Remus, you were his closest friend, despite the relationship he had James. And you, Harry, you were his godchild, but he loved you like a son. His family despised him, as they still would even now if they knew he lived," McGonagall said, looking at them both with a stern face.
"How do we do it?" Remus asked suddenly, and Hermione and Harry both looked at him. Harry felt himself melting into a pool of uncertainty as he saw that look of love and sorrow in Remus' eyes. Remus slowly looked up and met Harry's eyes. Harry stared into Remus' eyes, bright green meeting the amber golden mixed with brown. "Harry…we can finally get him back…he's here, and we can finally have him with us…"
Harry stared at his lover's sorrowful expression before looking at Professor McGonagall with a look that was truly worth that of the Gryffindor House, and for an instant, McGonagall saw a flickering image of James Potter, the leader of the Marauders, and one of the best students she had encountered.
"How do we wake him up?" Harry asked, determination in his flaring, lively emerald eyes. Hermione and McGonagall both smiled and looked at each other, then at the three, Sirius on the table, Remus looking at Harry with such love that it was blinding, and Harry Potter, who gazed at them all with pride.
Just wait, Sirius…we're bringing you back to this world…back home, Harry and Remus both thought, linking their hands together to give comfort to the other. Yes, they'd have back Sirius, if it was the last thing they both did.
I
Wild: Well, I'd say for my first time writing a Harry Potter fic, I did pretty darn good!
Aiya: But it's up to the reviewers to decide that, baka kat! *hits wild*
Wild: Gah! Please review and tell me how I did so I can keep writing. I am doing so many stories that it's making y head spin, but I am so excited to try and write this kind of story.
Aiya: so review, or Remus will come find you! *howls* Arrrrooooooo!
Wild: Bye!
