Hi! This might be a little confusion for those who started reading this story earlier so yes.. I started over. It was supposed just a simple and cute short story but after three chapters I realised I made a mistake and then it started growing and well.. Now it's something completely different all together. Stay with me!

Oh yeah. Sirius and Remus were the same age in the first story. What was I thinking. Older Remus ftw.

Summary:

Sirius, the son of a very wealthy and religious family is to be married in one week. His mother has send him to confess in church every day for the entire week to make sure her abomination of an heir will be freed of all his sins before getting wed. Then something happens that turns his entire world upside down. There's a new voice behind those bars.
A voice with his own life. And his own problems..

Warnings:

I own nothing. Does not contain magic and will eventually turn graphic.

It was a day like.. Well. Like any other practically. You could call the Ancient and Noble House of Black a lot of things but unpredictable? No.

'Go on. You'll be late for church.'
'Mom. This is utterly ridiculous.'
'How dare you call our faith ridiculous!'
'I'm not! I'm just saying this is. It's hypocrisy at its finest.'
'How is this hypocrisy?'
'I don't mean a thing I say! It's utter bullshit!'
The dark-haired boy sighed as his stormy grey eyes stared angrily at an equally stormy and angry pair.
'I don't care how you feel about this. You'll get married in a week and we need to rid you of all your sins if we want God to bless this marriage.'

Sirius had his mind full of telling his mother what she could do with her precious blessings and where to stick it but he knew it was no use. They had had this conversation every Saturday for as long as he could remember. Though the bullshit part was a quite recent one. He was really fed up with it.
But this was his mother and she wanted him to atone. To confess all wrong he had done, was still doing and would probably do in the nearby future. Especially with his marriage on hand. And that made that she now wanted him to atone every day for the next seven days. If that wasn't complete and utter bullshit, than he had no idea what was.

Sirius was quite sure that if there even was a God, he'd see right through his lies. That he wasn't sorry and he would definitely do it again. Surely someone as big and important as God would see right through it because every time again, every Saturday he would be in that chair again, confession to the same silly sins and mistakes. And if that wasn't enough, churches were cold this time of year.

But, his mother was his mother and it was okay to quarrel with her for a while. Eventually she would always win though. As she would now.
'You'll go right now or I'm calling your father.'
And that would every time again be the part of it. Because where his mother had the screeching voice, his father had the belt. And the Noble and Ancient House of Black had no problems tanning the backside of their sons, not even their heirs and not even if they were 18 years old. He subconsciously clenched. Sirius loved being obstinate, truly. But not enough to be the one suffering from it. And so, mocking as if he was 8 instead of 18, he put on his coat and scarf and stepped out in the freshly fallen snow. Another thing to hate confession this time of year. If you thought walking outside was cold.. Well. Then you had clearly never been to church in winter before.

.o.o.o.o.o.

Cursing was safest outside, where no one could hear him or threaten with his father. Only the little white clouds betrayed he was talking as he mumbled the most creative and colourful curses he could find under his breath. Ironic to do such a things on his way to church but hey, he could just confess and things would be alright.
'Utter bullshit.'
He suspected that his best confessions were made during this stroll, not in that stuffy little box in church. It was this route where he so often wished he had the guts to run away. He really wanted to. Fact was just he didn't know how to. He went to a very prestigious school. He learned how to read, write, speak French and even play the piano as the best of them. Perhaps a vague amount of bookkeeping and economics but nothing more. He was an heir of a wealthy and prestigious family, after all. He'd inherit the estate. Why should he learn a trade. So practically, if he'd run away he'd have to problems. He wouldn't know what to do for a living, nor would he have any money. His parents were rich. Until they died, he'd have none. There was one favourite uncle that once vaguely hinted Sirius was in his testament too but he never took that too serious an option. Perhaps he should just become a pastor too. People probably told you the best stuff in confession. He didn't because he trusted Pastor Carrow as far as he could throw him. But, you know. Anything was probably better than what he was about to do.

Marriage. It frightened the shit out of him in several ways, to be honest. He was to marry his own cousin. Somehow that was allowed though he wasn't sure the bible agreed. Apart from that, his cousin was his least favourite family member he ever met. She had a shrill, childish voice and heavy eyes that maniacally stared straight through your soul. She wasn't ugly but she was.. you know. A woman, to start with. And Sirius was pretty sure he was gay. Not that he told his mother that. Or anyone, really. He'd find himself in church, confessing 24/7 if they find out. And yet he was to get married. His parents had given him a choice. Be a proper heir and get married and have lots of babies or become a pastor or priest or anything similar himself. Well. At least he could drink away the torment of a bad marriage. That wasn't allowed in church. And he was pretty sure they'd notice if he'd chuck down the whole glass with every mass. So marriage it was.

.o.o.o.

When he finally reached church, he was sure at least three of his toes were beyond saving. The dusty cubicle was still taken when he arrived so he had no other choice but to add a frozen butt to his toes.

It took quite a while and he enjoyed himself with a series of white clouds in several sizes, ending with spelling his full name in morsecode.
At long last the curtain opened and Frank Longbottom came strolling out, casual with his hands in his pockets and he shot Sirius a winning smile. Something that struck him as weird. Not that Frank smiled at him, they got along just fine. No one, however, laughed after confession with pastor Carrow. It was something you wanted to get over and done with before the cranky bastard got a chance to make you feeltoo bad about the tiniest thing like enjoying chocolate on a Sunday. For a moment he wondered whether pastor Carrow had died in his cubicle and no one was listening. To his disappointment he saw his feet shuffle from underneath the thick velvet curtain so that wasn't it.

He shuffled over to the box and closed the curtain. It was still a bit warm from Frank's backside and even though that doesn't sound pleasant, right now it kinda was. Sirius took a deep sigh and decided to get this over with as quick as possible. There was tea and a furnace to home. And so he rattled.

'Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been one day since my last confession. I've had chocolate on Sunday. I listened to loud music while my mother told me not to, twice. I took a glass of whisky from my father's cabinet without asking. And I put pink hairdye in the shampoo bottle and now my brother's skin is all pink and my mother is worried his skintone won't return normal in time for my wedding next week.'

That was all he could think of what had happened since yesterday. He boringly fumbled with his fingers and the pockets of his coat, waiting for the verdict. He, however, heard something he hadn't expected in a million year. There was no stern voice from pastor Carrow. No.

Someone snorted.