Summary: AU What if Dumbledore never became headmaster? Remus wouldn't have been able to go to Hogwarts. When Sirius becomes a healer they meet at the ministry. RLSB SLASH

Warnings: This is rated for slash rlsb! And also bad spelling and grammar (not to mention that my pc doesn't have an English spell check), I need a BETA, a good one too. Can become M later.

Disclaimer: Not mine!

PROLOGUE

Sirius Black woke up, jumped out of his four poster and proceeded to pounce James. 'Wake up! Wake up, you slacker!'

'Geroff'

'Come on Jamesy-boy, last day of school! Graduation today! Party tonight!' Sirius bounced around the room, collecting his clothes and started to put them on. 'Wake up James, even Peter is up!'

'I can't believe we're never going to eat the house elves breakfast again.' Peter yelled from the bathroom. I'm really going to miss them. Oh, I think Lily's waiting for you in the common room James. Do you think they'll make sausages?'

'Im sure they'll miss you too, Pete.' James mumbled while getting up. He couldn't leave his Lily waiting, after all. 'Lets go, Ill take a shower later.'

'You always have your priorities straight, don't you, James.' Sirius snickered and thumped James on the head.

'Im sorry, are you being funny? You're acting like a schoolgirl.' James said, clearly annoyed as he walked out of the door to escort Lily to the great Hall.

Once everyone was seated at the Gryffindor table headmaster Warley started his end of year speech. Neither of the three marauders paid him much attention, they were planning their final prank.

'Just fill out this application form, Mr Black, and we'll take care of the rest.'

Sirius smiled at the girl. Here he was, doing what people least expected from him. He knew that even James still hoped he'd end up applying for auror. I wasn't that he didn't want to help fight in the war, but somehow healing people, helping them seemed much more attractive. He'd always liked to take care of the people around them, comforting James when his parents had died, looking out for Peter when Slytherins were around… He'd never admit to it, but he liked doing these things. Not to mention the great bloody wounds he'd be charming to stop bleeding. He grinned, he was going to be an ace healer, best they'd ever seen.

'But Mr Surley, I didn't want to become a healer to help werewolves!' Sirius saw his dreams being shattered. 'Let somebody else help them, Id rather work with –'

'Mr Black, I could always send you to handout information about STD prevention in the schools, I suggest you accept this internship and be happy with it.' Richard Surley had never been a friendly man. 'After all, it is only for four months.'

'But-'

'No buts, Mr Black, Im not going to give you a speech about taking opportunities, make sure you report to Healer Bandaid at the werewolf registry tomorrow morning at six.'

Sirius took the paper and walked out of the office without saying anything. He'd go over too James for drinks tonight, James who was almost getting married. They should see if Peter could come too, hadn't seen him for a while. Get drunk real good. He grinned and shoved his hands in his pockets. He was not going to try very hard these next four months. Why did werewolves need healers anyway? Didn't they go around eating children or something. He tried to remember what his old school books had said about them. Nothing good, he was sure of that.