Written for Quidditch League - Round 12 - Blurring the Lines. Write a crossover with a sub category within TV.

Crossover chosen: TV show - Supernatural

The Holy Librarian

Sirius Black shook as he lifted himself from the ground. He was confused and so hungry and thirsty.

Looking around, he couldn't work out where he was, but began to walk in a random direction, hoping he could find somewhere to eat and drink.

It wasn't so bad - he only had to walk a mile before he came upon what looked to be an abandoned shop. He looked around, calling for help, but it was empty. Not a single person in there. Sirius opened a fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, opening it and bringing it to his lips.

He savoured the water as it soothed his dry throat, drinking until the last drop had left the bottle. His gaze moved around the shop, and it wasn't long before he was pulling a bag from behind the counter and filling it with things to eat and drink and emptying the till of money.

He was desperate after all, plus he needed the money to get him to Bobby's house.

...oOo...

Sirius considered visiting Bobby, having not being able to get in contact with his younger, brother, Regulus. He decided against it, as he didn't know what sort of creature was following him. He decided it was best to face it alone, before any reunions took place.

He found a place to stay that were willing to accept cash for the night, and walked around town, finding a nearby Internet cafe. After some research, he left with a list of ingredients and a summoning spell.

The ritual was so much harder as he didn't have the right tools available to him to kill. But he had salt, holy water, and as many sigels as he could fit onto the building.

The summoning was completed and he waited.

...oOo...

It wasn't until he fell asleep, did someone appear. Sirius hadn't meant to fall asleep, but he couldn't seem to fight it.

He knew it was a dream, though he had full control of his actions. He looked around, his eyes falling on a man walking towards him. Sirius looked around for a weapon and found nothing.

Well, this wasn't the first time he had needed to fight his way out of a sticky situation!

"Who are you?" Sirius demanded.

Eyes flicked to his arm. "You know exactly who i am, " the man replied. "I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."

Sirius scoffed, his gaze taking the man in. "I was expecting something a bit more..." he struggled to think of a word.

"Unholy?" The stranger offered helpfully.

Sirius nodded. "Pretty much," he agreed. "So... who are you?"

The man moved closer, reaching for Sirius. Sirius avoided his arm, grabbing it and trying to spin him, but lost control quickly. He found his face pressed against the wall, his arm tightly behind his back and a iron tight grip, not allowing him to move an inch.

"I'm Remus," the man told him, moving closer.

"That was you? Well, thanks for that," Sirius replied, grabbing for the man once he was close enough. He hadn't expected for the man to grab him and spin him, throwing him against the wall. He struggled against the man's iron grip.

"What are you?" Sirius snapped.

Remus let go off Sirius' arm and took a few steps back. Sirius spun around, ready to defend himself, through Remus made no move towards him.

"I'm an angel of the Lord," Remus said, meeting Sirius' disbelieving state.

Sirius laughed. "You? Where are your wings and your halo?"

Remus raised an eyebrow, waiting for the laughter to subside.

"You almost had me for a moment," Sirius chuckled, regarding Remus with disdain. "There's no such thing - so what are you?"

"This is your problem, Sirius. You have no faith." With those words, Remus took another couple of steps back. Keeping his gaze locked with Sirius', he revealed his wings.

...oOo...

Sirius couldn't believe that this man was an angel. Pictures had prepared him for beautiful angels dressed in white. Not a visage of a holy librarian appearing to him.

"Why would an angel rescue me from hell?" he asked. He needed to know - why him? He wasn't deserving of this. He couldn't argue with the wings though. Why any creature would lie about having wings was beyond him.

"Good things do happen sometimes, Sirius," Remus replied, moving forward and closing the distance between him and Sirius once more. "It's not all bad as you've grown to believe."

"Not in my experience," Sirius replied bitterly. "There is too much bad in the world - so much evil. Maybe I fight it, but good things don't happen to me."

"What's the matter? Do you not realise that you deserve to be saved?" It was Remus' turn to regard Sirius in disbelief.

"I don't," Sirius replied, his voice cracking slightly, though he tried to maintain his cool composure.

The stern gaze disappeared and a soft smile took its place. "Well, it's a good thing that it wasn't your choice to make." His gaze fell to where his hand-print stained Sirius' arm, although it had been covered up. "I believe that you deserve this. Trust me, Sirius."

Sirius could only nod his head, not trusting himself to speak. It had been a long time since someone had felt he deserved anything, and something was telling him to trust this man in his dorky cardigan and dark-blonde, slightly shaggy hair.

And his beautiful amber eyes.

Apart from Regulus and Bobby, Sirius hadn't trusted anyone in a long time. There was something about Remus that made him want to trust him.

"Wait till Regulus and Bobby hear about this," Sirius muttered. He took a deep breath. "Look, can we talk about this another time? Maybe come back in a few days - I need to let my family know I'm alive."

Remus smiled and nodded. "Just call my name," he said. "I'll be there."

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Based loosely on - Season Four - Episode one. Lazarus rising.