Dear readers, a little background on this story…It was not intended to be serious (Sirius). Two of my friends who are avid Remus/Sirius fans decided to name their cell phones after the pair…and one of the phones, the one named Sirius, broke one day. Hence this story was born.
Once upon a time, in a far off magical kingdom called "Hogwarts", there lived a young werewolf.
Now, this werewolf was not a happy werewolf, because…
Sirius had died.
He stared at the empty plastic case that was resting on the pillow next to him with dismay.
"How could you?" he croaked. "I thought you loved me, Siri-pup. I thought you would never leave me." Tears rolled down his cheeks.
At that moment, the dorm's door swung open, and there stood the one and only Sirius Black, in his full glory. (Meaning, he had just come from the showers.)
"Remmy baby, what's the matter?"
Remmy didn't look up. And didn't respond. In any way, shape or form.
::innuendo::
"Siri-pup died," sobbed Remus.
Sirius came over and sat on the edge of his bed. "I'm sorry," he said seriously (I mean, siriusly.)
"He was so useful. And discreet. And loyal," continued Remus.
Sirius reached under his own pillow. "Remus is here to mourn."
The two of them lay there in bed together and mourned the death of Siri-pup.
Until James walked in.
"Honestly, you two are being bloody stupid." He picked up Siri-pup.
"No-" started Remus, but James had whipped out his (magic) wand.
"Repairo."
Siri-pup lit up (no, not like that.)
"All fixed. Dimwits. You can go back to your sexy text messages. By the way, how DID you enchant those cell phones to work here?"
Sirius and Remus didn't hear. They tucked the two phones in Sirius' bed.
"They need some recovery time," said Sirius siriusly.
"And so do we," said Remus. "Sirius...are you still not wearing pants?"
James left the two of them to go at it like rabbits.
THE END.