The Things we Share
Disclaimer: Yeah, I rule them all! They're my puppets! Muhahahaaa… No, just kidding. I'm not J.K. Rowling, and I do not own them… Sniffles
Warning:Slash. Boy and boy. Sirius and Remus. Again. If you don't like it, then don't read it. I promise I won't kill you… Crosses fingers
A/N:Again, Sirius and Remus. Boy, I like those slash-pairings! I hope you enjoy this dialogue too! I always start with the same question…
'Remmy?'
'Yes Paddy?'
'Can I ask you a question?'
'Of course, Sirius, go ahead.'
'Well… I've got this… Feeling…'
'Wow. Wait a second. If this is about what I think it is about, then I don't want to know.'
'No, Remmy, it's not about thàt feeling again, please listen to me.'
'Fine…'
'So, I've got this strange feeling, that I'm all alone in this world.'
'What do you mean?'
'Well… Sometimes I feel like I'm an outcast. I mean, my parents and grandparents and all my other relatives are all Slytherins, and I'm a Gryffindor… I feel like everybody hates me because of this… Issue.'
'I don't know if it helps, but… I don't hate you.'
'I know…'
'And James doesn't hate you.'
'I know…'
'And as far as I know, Peter still didn't try to kill you, so, he doesn't hate you either.'
'I know. But you guys are my friends, and… Friends who hate me are still different than relatives who hate me.'
'You mean we've got to start hating you?'
'No no, don't take it in like that, but… Oh, you know what I mean.'
'Yes I do indeed.'
'But you don't understand how it is to be hated by everybody you come in contact with, and tell you're different than the others, just because you're not in Sly- Oh, yes… That's true. You dó know how that feels…'
'I am and will be a werewolf forever, Paddy.'
'Sorry, Remmy. I didn't… I forgot for a moment you were…'
'It's okay. Never mind. Just consider it as a thing we share. Go on.'
'Are you ever worried about it?'
'About what?'
'That people don't see you the way you are.'
'I'm always. But, I'm getting used to it. By the way, it was worse in the past. When people find out about my lycanthropy now, they don't even throw rocks and stones anymore…'
'How terrific must that have been for you…'
'Well, at least I've got one comfort.'
'And that is?'
'I know you will always be my friend, my lover and my guard. You will never throw rocks at me. You're nothing like them. You're better.'
'… Thank you Remmy…'
'Now stop weeping, Sirius, and stop thinking about all those depressing things. Go to sleep, it'll make you feel better.'
'I will, Remmy.'
'Good boy.'
'Remmy?'
'Yes Paddy?'
'I love you.'
'I know. And I love you too, Sirius…'
'That's then another thing we share.'