Thee Owlation Service

A/N: I know another story I'm sorry! :is sheepish: I know I need to update my other three but seeing as I have two major assignments due this week. I couldn't yet and needed to de-stress so decided to write this fun story. Don't expect perfect grammar or critically analysed work this chapter. As I wrote it in fun, and with no revising. I will go over it etc etc after the assignments but hopefully it'll tide you guys over for now and give you some enjoyment.

So without much more adieu, my new de-stressing Sirius x Remus fic on the overly done idea of pen pals.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Harry Potter or Rowling's universe, I claim nothing but the plot of this fic, this is written for my own amusement and hopefully will give others some enjoyment also.

Summery

Sirius and Remus decide to sign up to the owlation service over the Hogwarts hols, little expecting to be paired with one another. Padfoot has loved Moony for years, will Remus Lupin piece the secrets together and work out Night Flyer's crush is actually himself? And his pen pal the ever loyal Sirius Black?

Rating: M

Chapter Rating: T

Author: Look up...

Warnings: SLASH, MalexMale relationships, language


In a small neat brown room a Hogwarts student sighed, tapping the end of his quill against his lips, perturbed at what he was about to attempt. The person in question thin with blonde-brown hair and strange amber eyes, a dark creature by the name of Remus Lupin.

Did he really think it necessary I do this? Remus wondered uncomfortable. After all he had his mates James, Sirius and Peter to write to. Starting a pen pal relationship up with some unknown witch or wizard seemed a little hazardous considering the fact he was a werewolf and it was absurdly unnecessary.

However Professor Dumbledore had slipped a piece of paper in his hand in transfiguration, blue eyes twinkling before shooing him away. Golden eyes dropped back down to the crinkled and worn newspaper clipping, it was a owl advert service, basically in muggle terms a pen pal set up. The young wizard's eyes sliding over the typed words in consideration, nose crinkling a little at the brightness of the words.

The Famous Owlation

Are you ever alone? Want to make new friends? Find a new love? Or just speak with a person different to you in every shape and form. Then this is for you! Sweelies Owlation service is famous for bringing together good friends, lovers and squirming distraction.

Just get out a quill, jot down an introduction letter, add three sickles and your recipe for wonderfulness is complete. You will be paired up with another enthusiastic owler and then the magic begins! No further payment required.

Sweelie

Merlin… just the wording pained him, he knew the world of magic used different and often disturbing terms, squirming and Owlation though? Godric sounded like something Padfoot would write. Remus winced he couldn't believe he was actually considering doing this, originally after the fateful day, he'd tucked the ad away, long forgotten until now, school holidays, after all his hol homework was complete and he was left with endless free time.

Living just with his mother, made conversing null and void really, as they lived out in the country in France thanks to his transformations and the importance of no suspicion. Really… it wouldn't be so bad? Right? He'd read all the text books for seventh year, replied to all the letters from Prongs, Wormtail and Padfoot, having another to talk to wouldn't be that strange considering.

After another ten minutes or so of pondering, Remus finally dipped his quill in his black inkwell and begun to write. Taking care to be polite and give a little knowledge of himself, wondering if he would be pairing with a witch or a wizard, younger or older…hm curious. With a final jot of his quill, he folded the letter with precision slipping it into a light green envelope and sealing it, calling their old owl Butters. "Now Butters take this to Sweelie's Owlation." Remus said voice soft, smiling as he attached the letter and a small pouch with three sickles to the old birds leg. Watching as it hopped out the window with a hoot and flew off. The werewolf stretching before sitting down on his single bed and pulling a book out onto his lap, the text for Defence against the Dark Arts, deciding it would be prudent to read again.

ooOO Three Hours Later OOoo

Remus watched the root vegetable in his hand as continued to slice it with sharp chops, cooking not something he was that fond of reminded him too much of potions and he 'loathed' potions. It might have something to do with the fact it was the only class he didn't really excel in, but all the same cooking was too familiar to the dratted class. The teenager nibbling at his lower lip in concentration, pushing a pile of sliced carrot to the side to start now on some horseradish instead, only to yelp in alarm at an insanely loud "crack! That filled the air." Amber eyes flaring wide as he threw himself backwards, only to slip and bang his head harshly on the bench behind. Whimpering lowly, as he sucked at the newly acquired cut on his knuckle, golden eyes glaring at the innocent envelope now resting in his lap.

"Bloody Owlation" Remus growled, not impressed, feeling as if he'd near been given a heart attack, plus he now had a headache.

"Remus! Is everything alright?" A woman called from another side of the house, the words thick with a French accent, the pureblooded witch having decided to practice her English this month.

"Oui Mama. Just slipped." Remus replied crossly, getting to his feet to eye the letter, wondering just why by Merlin it hadn't came by owl.

After a few moments, the slender wizard finally set about to opening it, carefully peeling open the envelope having taken interest in the dark red wax seal, eventually sliding out a thick sheet of paper, obviously expensive. Remus actually a little nervous, realising this wizard was quite well off, rather the opposite of himself. The teenager beginning to read…

Dear Owlation mate,

Bloody wicked word don't you think? Owlation but yes! I hope we can be good friends er..chums and all the nice stuff. Am I experienced? Depends on what you mean. But this hell no, first time actually. But figured I'm on hols and it'd be great to have some stranger to blab your problems to, saves annoying your mates. Same goes for you, talk away! I'm all ears!

I hope you're a bloke by the way. Shit that probably wasn't polite to say, if you're a bird brilliant too, don't let my sentences scare you, I can be quite nice if I try to be.

But anyway! On to about me, I'm sure I've amazed you enough with my wonderful conversation skills. I'm a 17 year old wizard, birds love me, am one of those popular blokes, have three best mates in the world, I've eaten egg shells, I hate reading, bloody pointless living your life in a book, now that's a mistake. I'm the do now think later sort, am really looking forward to your letter, this is going to be so bloody ace I can't wait. You'll be my secret, the guys would think I'm a complete sissy otherwise writing letters and the rest.

All to hearing from you soon!

Flying Night

This is a magically directed letter, please do not respond. Your letter has been owled and you are to wait for another response Sweelie – Owlation Services

Remus blinked, not knowing whether to be despairing or amused by the words he'd just read. Oh dear… he really wasn't anything like what the wizard would wish to speak with, he was nothing like this person and Flying Night? What sort of nick name was that…he was hoping he had meant it to be night and not knight. Explained a lot though, the bang, of course one would have to be sent this way, if both sent introduction letters, he was guessing this 'Night' would get his by owl later tonight.

The werewolf smiling slightly and just slid the parchment back into its envelope, heading to his room to put it somewhere safe.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Sirius was pacing the apartment impatient, it'd been two days since he'd owled the introduction letter to Owlation and still he hadn't received a reply, surely there was someone he'd be paired up with? He thought he was a great catch anyway, for a bird or bloke. The truth was though it was lonely as hell here, when his Uncle gave him a large sum of money, he'd jumped at the chance at getting his own place in London. Prongs was now with Evans after all these years and it was just too sickening to remain living there any longer. So new apartment, home it had been exciting …for all of the first two days. Now… well he was drowning in boredom, the place was silent, some cars passing by in the higher set apartment, a few birds or laughter from below. And that was it nada but himself to amuse his time…it didn't work to well. So out of desperation he'd applied to an ad he'd came across in the Quibbler. A person to share owls with didn't sound too bad, bit girly, but saved him from torture and he didn't want his mates to know he was suffering so much.

Ok he'd lied he didn't care about whining to them, but Remus was in France, James was probably snogging the harpy and Peter…well he never liked talking with Peter so moot point. So letter swapping had been the best idea he'd come up with for entertainment other then going out on the town, but he could just see Moony's expression on that one. Merlin what he wouldn't do to have the teenager here with him, felt like he'd loved him fucking forever.

As imagining different situations he'd only dreamed of getting his best friend into, there was a faint tapping on the window. The raven haired aristocrat only noticing the sound when hearing a loud crash; Sirius jumping to his feet hurrying over to pull open the windows; shaking his head amused as he hexed back up the destroyed pot plant, waving a quick reparo over the object.

"Bloody owls" Sirius exclaimed with a grin, excitement glimmering in grey eyes as he hastily untied the fastened letter, chucking the non descript barn owl a treat as he waltzed back over to his new couch dropping into it and tossing a leg over the side.

"Green… unexpected" Sirius muttered at the appearance of the envelope, tearing it open and pulling out the neatly folded piece of parchment, unfolding it in excitement.

Dear whom it may concern,

How are you? I hope you're well. As you may of realised I have never used this service before, nor had a pen pal. So I look forward to hearing from you. Personality wise I am rather quiet and normally private, however that may be overlooked somewhat seeing as we're to share things. I love to write, read, learning new things, defense against the Dark Arts, I am seventeen and a wizard. That pretty much sums myself up in brief, I have some close friends at a magic boarding school I attend and I secretly like the colour green. Although please don't tell anyone that, my friends would not be very impressed.

I hope to hear from you soon, if I am not to your tastes feel free to stop communication; however I would expect we would not easily be paired with another that would create a negative experience.

Kind regards

Rome

A wide grin slowly spread over Sirius's features, a wizard AND a bookster who would've guessed? Hurrah for the first thing, it sounded like the male in question was very fussy, a right nit like Rem could be about 'responsible' things. But hell anyone would be great to talk to, even stuck up bookworms like this guy.

Sirius immediately whipping out his quill, pulling over the thick parchment he'd used previously, sucking on the end of his sugar quill in consideration of what to write.

OOOOOOOOOO

Remus whined unhappily when hearing the frustrating scratching at his window. An owl…who in their bloody right mind sent a letter in the middle of the night? The dark creature thought grumpily, logic not having kicked in to the fact maybe it was sent hours earlier, the slender wizard pushing his blankets aside as he got to his feet. Cracking open the window to blindly grab for the mail, eventually bending down to peer through the window he'd pushed open to see properly, in a few minutes successfully having a letter in his grasp. The boy not even able to give the owl a treat as it was off in a flurry of feathers, the wizard rolling his eyes but padded back to his bed, whispering a quiet 'lumos'. As he gently opened the seal familiar from earlier that day, surprised at how soon the response had been.

Wotcha Rome,

Great to get a reply, was getting a bit paranoid there, two days you know since I received anything. Can see you're one of those 'worried' types, now don't fret, I'm not about to just drop talking to you like you're some slimy newt or something. I happen to be a loyal bloke. Green.. yeah mate can understand your friends completely, it's a beastly colour. But be sure I'll take your green secret to the grave, I understand it would be a horrific burden, liking such a thing against your will. Makes me think of those cowardly Slytherins, I'm a Hogwarts bloke myself. Great school completely brilliant you'd love it I dare say.

Books books…what can I say about them…not my cup of tea? But don't worry! Like I said loyal LOYAL, even with books I can like you. After all Defense is ace, one of my mates is awesome at it, not too bad myself actually, I'm one of those talented types good at everything.

Interesting name Rome, you fond of history? Or do you live there? I'm a star in Quidditch, birds love it when I fly, go off their nut a bit the poor things. Night well, if you knew me you'd understand, maybe we'll meet one day aye?

Want to do some secret sharing? No fun like sharing a bunch of private info with a complete stranger? My secret I'm in love and the person has no idea. How about you?

Forever yours

LOYAL

Night Flyer

Remus snorted with laughter, this Night Flyer really had a huge ego, and liking a colour against his will? Preposterous. Amber eyes were bright in the wand light as he reread the letter. Knowing he 'should' reply now, so it was in the moment eventually reaching out for his quill on his bedside table, deciding the wizard was rather interesting if not a person he knew he'd desire to throttle in real life.


A/N: Review! Replies to come up much sooner for this story as its my only de-stressing, not so focused on strict editing fic. Hope you enjoy! :Returns to typing assignments: