Disclaimer: I do not own Sirius or Remus, or any of the rest, but I sure wish I did.

A/N: This is my first HP fic, and it's going to be Sirius/Remus slash, so if you don't like slash, GO AWAY NOW! If slash isn't your thing, that's cool with me, but don't read it and then have the gall to complain. All flames will be used to roast my Christmas turkey, but I do appreciate constructive criticism. So, without further ado, here's the story.

// and \\ = dreams/memories

Behind Closed Doors

By: Hawkeye's Seductress

Chapter One: Trapped

James Potter whispered the last spell, then tucked away his wand, bursting into a peal of raucous laughter. "That's it," he crowed, wiping tears of mirth from his hazel eyes. "They won't be able to get out if they curse the door down!"

Peter Pettigrew also chuckled, eyes shining up at his hero. "Oh, God, this is just too good," he muttered, grinning at James, who turned back to the door he had just bewitched. "What did you do to it, I couldn't keep up?" Peter asked. James grinned cockily. "Three types of locking charms, one anti – Alohomora curse, and some other assorted charms and things. They can't get out until I lift the spells…which I will do in…oh, say twenty four hours."  Clapping a hand on Peter's shoulder, he sighed blissfully. "Ah, when will they learn that I am unbeatable? The ultimate prankster." Peter clapped enthusiastically, and James bowed.

"Come," he said imperiously. "Time for the breakfast of champions." He and his co – conspirator left, still laughing.

Sirius Black opened icy, gray blue eyes, stretching like a cat. The sunlight that streamed into the room showed it was almost midmorning. Rolling out of his bed, he cast a glance at the other beds in the dormitory. James – gone. Peter – gone. Frank Longbottom – gone. Remus – wait, not gone. The lump under the blankets proved that Remus Lupin was indeed still buried in his bed. A rare occurrence, seeing as Moony was almost always up before the rest of them.

Shrugging his shoulders, Sirius headed for the door, plans for his breakfast already forming in his dark head. Plans that were squashed by the door's refusal to open.

"What the hell?" Sirius half whispered, not wanting to wake the sleeping werewolf that lay not three feet away. He tried the door again, then slammed it with his shoulder. Smothering a string of swear words, he rubbed his shoulder, then grabbed his wand.

"Alohomora," he ordered. No response. He threw a number of other spells at it, but all in vain. The door remained firmly shut. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and a piece of paper appeared on the floor at Sirius's feet. He picked it up.

Sirius and Remus,

Feeling a little *closed in*?

James 

"That great bloody wanker!" Sirius shouted, startling the sleeping figure in the bed next to his into consciousness. "What the…Sirius, what's wrong?" Remus Lupin opened his golden brown eyes, sitting up and gazing at his friend, a mix of concern, chagrin, and confusion on his pale face.

Unable to articulate words, Sirius thrust the note at Remus, who scanned the few words quickly. "Closed in?" he asked, returning his gaze to the now pacing Sirius, who pointed to the door. Fearing the worst, Remus slid from his bed, and twisted the knob. The door stayed shut. "Alohomora," he intoned, waving his wand. Nothing.

"I tried that," Sirius snapped furiously. "That, and about twenty other spells. We're locked in until that stupid git decides to let us go." He picked up the nearest object – his own Charms book – and hurled it at the offending door. It bounced off, showing the use of an Imperturbable Charm. Remus returned to his bed, raking a hand through his honey brown hair, the sunlight catching it and turning it to flaming gold.

There was another flash of light, and another note appeared. Sirius picked it up, reading aloud quickly.

Very good, boys. Payback for yesterday's amusing little joke. You're now locked in there for twenty-four hours. Good thing it's Saturday.

James

Remus raised his head from his hands, his face paling, which was remarkably difficult for someone with a pale complexion. "Tonight's full moon," he said hoarsely. Sirius looked at him, horrorstruck. "You're kidding." Remus shook his head. "Nope. He must not have remembered."

"When we get out of here, I'm going to kill him," Sirius seethed. "Kill him dead, dead, dead…" He trailed off, continuing to pace. "If I get out of here alive," he spat some time later, not really thinking about what he had said until the cruel words left his lips. He watched Remus flinch, cursing his inability to keep his temper in check.  "Merlin, I'm sorry Moony. I wasn't thinking."

Remus shook his gorgeous head of brown and silver hair. "No, never mind. It doesn't matter."

Morning slipped into afternoon, and Sirius was still pacing the room, while Remus remained on his bed, staring up at the canopy with a worried, lost look in his hazel eyes.

"I'm hungry," Sirius complained, casting the still locked door a black glance. "Stupid git, locking us in with no food." Remus raised his head slightly, picked up his wand, and muttered an incantation. A plate of sandwiches appeared next to Sirius, who attacked them with dog – like fervour. "Want one?" he asked, waving the plate in the general direction of Remus, who shook his head. "Not hungry," he replied, fixing his stare back on the canopy. Eventually, his eyes slid shut, and he slept.

Sirius finished the sandwiches, and gazed about the room, his eyes finding Remus, asleep on the bed. He grinned – he had always liked watching Remus sleep, he didn't know why, but he did. He looked so sweet and innocent when he slept – not that he didn't look that way when he was awake. But in sleep, his face lost the always-present glimmer of fear it held – fear of his secret being discovered, fear of hurting someone, fear of losing those close to him.

A random memory took over Sirius's mind…

// They were standing in the DADA classroom, just him and Remus. After the last full moon, Remus had been particularly injured, so he had missed quite a few classes. He could catch up easily in his other subjects, but Sirius was by far the best at DADA, so he asked Sirius to help him catch up.

"OK, I'm gonna let it out now, alright?" Sirius asked, one hand on the handle of the rapidly shaking cupboard. Remus nodded, and Sirius pulled the cupboard open.

A shadowy archway appeared, a tattered, shredded veil waving hypnotically over the opening. Neither boy could understand why the Boggart chose this particular form, but Remus stepped forward, and it changed with a crack into…

Remus stepped back with a gasp from the Boggart's assumed form. A large, crouched wolf, covered in coarse, honey brown fur, stood before him. He knew it instantly – it was the reflection he saw in the water of the lake every month. It was himself – his worst fear was the monster inside himself. He felt his concentration sliding as the wolf advanced, pulling back its lips to reveal sharp, bloodstained teeth, and it snapped its long, powerful jaws dangerously near his arm. He pulled away, amber eyes locked with those of the wolf – the same eyes. Just as the huge beast tensed, ready to spring, Sirius stepped between boy and Boggart. With a loud crack, it returned to the shadow-cloaked veil, signifying this was Sirius's greatest fear – though he couldn't understand why.

"Riddikulus!" His spell exploded the Boggart into a thousand wisps of smoke, which floated lazily through the air as he turned to his shaking companion. "You alright?"

His only answer was the fleeting vision of terror-widened eyes as Remus fled the room…\\

Sirius shook the memory – one he didn't even realize he had – from his mind. What had jerked him from his thoughts?

That. Remus was tossing and turning on the bed, caught in the clutches of a nightmare. Sirius stood, approaching the bed carefully. The severity of the young werewolf's nightmares before the full moon often indicated if this month's transformation would be a difficult one – and judging by the tangled bedclothes, the sweat dripping off Remus's twisted face, and the rapid breathing that echoed around the room, this was going to be a really bad night.

Sirius watched the scene unfold, ready to step in if Remus turned violent – he often scratched or bite himself during a dream. Suddenly, Remus sat bolt upright, eyes wide and burning yellow in the afternoon sun. "SIRIUS!"

The object of the cry had jerked out of the way, to avoid a crash with Remus's head, but he straightened quickly. He could see instantly that Remus wasn't yet awake, but still dreaming. He grabbed his wand, and shouted the first spell that came into his blank mind.

"Enervate!"

Slowly, painfully, the manic fire in the amber eyes died, leaving them darkened and weary. Sirius sighed in relief. Perhaps an unorthodox way of freeing Remus from the dream, but it had worked.

Gasping as though he had run a marathon, Remus blinked, shaking his sweaty hair from his eyes. He found Sirius's familiar hands on his back, stroking gently. He twisted around, meeting the gray – blue eyes of his best friend, and choked slightly. The dream had been so real, so terrifyingly real.

// He is running, over grass, rocks, hills. Chasing. His prey is running. Fast. But not fast enough. He springs, catching the still running meal by surprise. He pins his prey to the ground, baring dripping teeth, ready to sink into the soft, sweet flesh. But the eyes. Something is wrong. The eyes are wrong. They are Padfoot's. Padfoot's eyes. No. They can't be. Padfoot is not here. Padfoot is not food. This is food…\\

Turning away from those confusion filled eyes, Remus buried his face in his pillow, tears soaking the cloth. 

~TBC~

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