This is old. Very old. I haven't written HP fic for a long time...
but I reread it, and it's not half bad. So, for all my old friends, here's some Sirius/Remus. Dedicated to JKR, who revived my ship just when I had given up hope.
He was woken by a thump from the room next to him, where Sirius was. Remus hesitantly got up, and walked to the door. He could hear low muttering. A dream, or more accurately, a nightmare. He pushed the door open gently and made his way to where the figure was huddled on the floor.
"Sirius, wake up." He shook him, then, slightly, and more so when Sirius did not. Finally the man opened his eyes.
"Moony…did I wake you up?"
"Yes, but it's fine," Remus replied. "What were you dreaming about?"
"Nothing big. Just the usual." Sirius always said that.
"Should I tell you the happy things?" Remus asked, because after these nightmares (probably the result of Azkaban), Sirius tended to dwell on his own guilt. There was not much that Remus could do besides remind him of what had gone well, but what he could do, he did.
"Thanks."
So Remus, as he did every time, sat down and spoke from memory. It was all the simple things; James being turned down by Lily for the umpteenth time, or for a change actually making headway, the Animagus project, the Map.
I have to, he used to help me…
But when Remus had dreamed of blood and moonlight, Sirius had not reminded him of times past. He had spoken of the future, of what would someday be, when werewolves would be cured and the sun would shine and the Ministry would recognize the errors of its ways. And later, after they had grown up and still could not bear to part, Sirius had kissed him, gently, gently, and that had worked as well as the tales of when we are older.
That was the main difference between them, Remus thought. Sirius was always looking into the future, once seeing it as bright and glorious but now deathly afraid. Remus was forever living in the past, never quite able to let go. Once it had saddened him, but he was tougher now.
And Sirius had been worn down.
"Something wrong, Moony?"
Remus shook his head emphatically. "Just woolgathering. Sorry. Where was I?"
"It's fine. What were you thinking about?"
Remus smiled slightly. "Before. Should I…"
Sirius sat up. "What else?" Something brushed Remus' hand, and he swallowed, trying to convince himself that it was twelve years late, and neither of them was the same as before. "Moony…"
"It's changed, Padfoot."
A warm puff of hair tickled his neck. "Moony. Tell me." Remus shrugged. "Or at least, tell me something else. I haven't forgotten that much about Hogwarts." This won a laugh. "Just tell me…I don't know. Anything, really. Or…" Now Remus could feel his breath on his face. "Tell me a kiss, Moony."
Remus smiled wryly. "I don't know if I can tell you…" he began.
"Well then, show me, and try afterwards."
When he put it that way…