A.N. Welcome to Daring! I hope you enjoy it (or at least, some of it, as there will be a lot of stories to pick from! I can't necessarily promise regular updates all of the time; it's a long project after all. The point is just to make me write more- 1000 prompts means I can no longer say I'm out of ideas!
This scene takes place during Prisoner of Azkaban, immediately after Remus leaves Hogwarts. Not wolfstar, but this collection will probably include wolfstar in the future.
Geographical/scientific info from Wikipedia.

Remus couldn't say he was surprised to find Sirius at his house once he left Hogwarts, but he couldn't be happy about it either. He walked into his room and found his old friend asleep in his bed; through the window, he could see Buckbeak resting in the garden.

"Wake up," he said hesitantly, touching Sirius's shoulder. It's not safe here," he added at Sirius sat up, yawning.

"I know- I shouldn't have come. But I won't stay. Just going to get some things together before I go." He smiled, but it only made Remus sadder to see the ghost of the genuine humor that was once there. "I swear, I only meant to sit down for a second- guess everything just caught up with me."

Remus managed to return the smile. "It's nice, actually, to see someone who looks as bad as I do today."

"You do look pretty bad- guess that was the roughest night you've had in awhile."

"I daresay everyone involved would say the same."

"Harry's alright then? And his friends?"

"Seemed to be- he came to say goodbye, you know. Or to talk me into staying, really. Anyway, they've still got a few days left in the term."

Sirius stretched, placated, before commenting. "Hope they enjoy them. Harry didn't seem too keen on going back to live with his relatives…"

Remus could only nod. The truth was, he would be embarrassed to admit how little he truly knew about Harry after a year to Sirius, who he knew wanted desperately to be a part of the boy's life. He was embarrassed even to admit it to himself, but there was so much guilt and worry about never checking on him for twelve years, concern over what Snape and the other teachers might say if there was obvious favoritism, and the uncertainty that he, as a werewolf, could ever be involved in his life, if Harry would even want that.

Still, he was no fool. He knew that Harry had stayed through the winter holidays, that he never mentioned his family, and if someone else ever did, his face became tight and closed and his best friends looked at him worriedly. He didn't know much in the way of specifics, but growing up with Sirius was enough to give him the general picture.

He sighed and pulled a bag out of the closet for Sirius, throwing in some old clothes for him as well.

"I don't need too much. I've managed to get some money- same way I got the Firebolt, used my account number but made the withdrawal in your name. Hope that's ok."

"Sure, they never check anyway."

"And I left the account number here-" he indicated a scrap of paper on the bedside table- "if you need it."

"You know I won't take your money, Sirius."

He shrugged. "Had to try. Thought you might make an exception as I got you fired."

"Technically I resigned," Remus said kindly, now searching the long abandoned-kitchen for food to share. "And either way it's not your fault." He added a few cans of soup to Sirius's bag and boiled some water for the lone box of pasta he found.

"I really shouldn't put you out," Sirius worried. "You're harboring a fugitive, you know."

Remus laughed genuinely for the first time that day. "Sirius Black, are you trying to talk me out of breaking rules? I never thought I would see the day."

Sirius smiled and sat down at the table; Remus made coffee.

"Will you at least tell me where you're going? I imagine it'll be difficult to stay in touch once you're on the run again."

"Yes- I think it's time I leave the country," Sirius confessed. "Harry's safe from Peter for now, I've got no excuse to hang around so close to the Ministry anymore. Too risky, though I'm sure you'll make fun of my saying that, too."

"No, you're right, that's the safest way. Any ideas where you'd like to hide out?"

"Not really- I think I might head south."

"It's almost summer- the farther down you go, the hotter it will be," Remus warned.

"Well, I don't exactly plan to head straight to the equator, but the weather's sort of the point. I've missed the sun."

"That's fair," Remus said, sipping his drink. Sirius's mention of the equator made him think of a book he read recently, one that mentioned Mount Kilimanjaro, a mere 330 kilometers from the equator, less than a finger width on a map. It was the tallest mountain in Africa- so tall, there were glaciers on its highest peaks.

He knew he should be making up for lost time with Sirius, talking and laughing like they were teenagers again, but it was a quiet and somber meal. They could no longer find simple joys in the face of darkness as easily as they could in their youth, not after all they'd been through. Remus knew that, nice weather or not, Sirius didn't want to set off alone away from Harry, who was also heading for cold seclusion with his relatives. Their goodbyes came all too fast, and then Sirius and Buckbeak were gone, leaving Remus alone again for the foreseeable future.

He went to bed, exhaustion reaching down to his bones. His only comfort as he fell asleep was the lingering thought of glaciers on the equator, stubborn survivors in an unwelcoming environment.

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