Ok so...this is my first time writing fanfiction and posting it anywhere. So it probably isn't fantastic. I'm hoping this will get better as I go. But one never knows. So be gentle with critisim. But enjoy :D
The walls were flashing by, all a blur. If Remus hadn't been in this school for over six years of his life, he might not know where he was. But he knew after taking a left and down another corridor he had already ran past his hiding spot. Why was it always he who got the shit end of the stick?
He could hear them now the now ruined plan, running through his head.
They were in their dorm room, map spread out on Sirius' bed. All four of them surrounding it, running back over the game plan.
"Ok now Peter, we need you to be here" James had chuckled looking at the fourth marauder, who was eyeing the map with a questioning glance.
"And you need me there why" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Because we need you to distract the prefects that will be walking this part of the castle"
"Can't we just wait till morning?"
Sirius sighed and rubbed his temple "No, we have to get to the dungeons to have this ready for the Slytherins in the morning" Sirius looked up at Remus. Smiling at the third marauder whose golden colored eyes flicked an amused look at Peter, he hated nights when they went out after curfew. "And Moony" Sirius started ignoring Peter's mumblings of being caught. "You'll be on the second floor; Flitch always patrols there, since we always seem to pop up there. We want you to hide in the old Charms room on that floor"
"You mean the one you and James destroyed third year"
"The very one" Sirius beamed with pride. "He wouldn't dare go in there looking for you, afraid that a boggart might get him" he chuckled.
"Another one of your tricks" Remus asked, eyebrow rose. It was hard being the well-behaved marauder, because part of him wanted to chuckle at the memory of the pranks but if he let the marauders in on his silent enjoyment, he might end up in more detentions than he already did.
"Of course it was, it made that room safe for us to hide in"
"We always need rooms like that" James chuckled. "And don't come out till we come find you" James sighed "And we won't have the map so please for the love of Merlin hide in THAT room" he eyed Remus. "Because if not, well it'll take much longer to find you."
Why had James said anything? Remus ducked inside an unknown room and waited until he heard Flitch scamper past; of course, Mrs. Norris was a ways behind him. As she had done since second year when Flitch had learned how easy it was to slip past him. Now Remus had to wait there, until either Mrs. Norris passed him and he could get in the right room, or until the Marauders made their way back to the dorm and checked out the map.
When he turned around his mouth fell open a little. The room was completely empty except over in the far left corner was a tarp; it was draped over something at least eight feet tall. Now normally Remus would never walk up to something covered up. Because in Hogwarts one only knew what was hidden and for what reasons. However, for some reason tonight he felt a little brave, maybe even a little stupid. He took ten strides it was all it took with his long legs to reach the dusty red tarp. He took the material that now he knew was silk and with a quick tug, he pulled it off.
He stood back and blinked a few times before he walked back towards the mirror.
The frame looked golden, he had never seen a mirror like this before, the glass was somewhat hazed over. Probably from age, he figured. He let his fingers slide over the glass and shivered over its cold feeling. He reached back to grab the silk cover to recover it, losing his nerve having it exposed before he froze in mid reach.
The sliver eyes starring back at him made his heart lurch. His hands trembled knotted in the red silk. There stood Sirius, smiling back at him. His heart raced, as he turned his head expecting to see him standing there, but to his surprise he wasn't. Then he looked back, and saw himself reflected back in the mirror. Except mirror him had his arms wrapped around Sirius' middle and head on his shoulder. Mirror Sirius whispered something; his mouth moved forming the words 'Olive Oil'. Remus raised his eyebrow as his reflection whispered it back, the reflections wearing the same grin.
The silk slid from his fingers as he watched the reflections kiss one another. Remus felt he stumble backwards tripping himself with his feet and landed on his backside as he starred up at the mirror. Shaking head to toe. He shook his head to clear the image from his mind. Why had watching the reflections kiss make his heart race. Or make him yearn for that feeling.
Sirius was his best mate; there was no way he'd kiss him like that. Remus wanted to turn and run, get away from the cursed mirror. However, something inside him begged to watch just a little longer. The silk lay forgotten beside him as he looked back up at the mirror.
The image had changed to his own bed back in the dorm. Sirius laid on it shirtless, or at least that was all he could tell since the covers were tucked around him. He dared to think if Sirius was only shirtless or naked. The thought made a shiver run up his spine. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, also shirtless. Or Merlin he hoped at least. He could tell by the way the covers laid that they lay intertwined underneath the covers. They were holding hands and his head was on Sirius' shoulder. Sirius was talking to him as he ran his fingers through his sandy hair. Remus reached out, unaware of the action until his fingers touched the icy surface. His skin burned underneath his clothes.
He wasn't sure how long he sat there starring at the mirror, lost in the flicker of reflections and all the dirty secrets they relived to him. The inner workings of his mind, those hidden thoughts he thought only when he was long alone.
Remus felt himself press himself against the mirror, and touch the glass, always keeping a part of him against the glass.
"Sirius" he finally whispered softly, as his eyes started to close. He looked up one last time, and smiled as he saw Sirius' reflection kneel down inside the mirror and reach his own hand against the glass, and watched him mouth his own name. He fell sound asleep hand still on the glass smile all over his face.