Everything was so dark, dreary, and dreadful. Even in the middle of the day, in the middle of July. It's not hot, maybe little muggy, the fog thick and rain pouring rather than snow. It was always rainy in London, but this was different. The sky was green and grey, the rain felt like ice, the fog was thick down to the streets. People were hopeless, dementors were thriving.

Nights were pitch black, the fog dimming down the street lights. A silvery shining dog paced the floor, back and forth, lighting the room and keeping the dementors away from the house. Half empty tea cups sat on the bedside table, clothes were strewn across the floor. Blankets were tucked around two resting bodies, thriving off of each other. Quiet whispers filled the room, even though they were alone. They didn't care to share their small bit of happiness, even with the empty house.

Sirius nuzzled his cheek into Remus's neck. Their arms were tangled around each other, just clinging, their legs similarly tangled.

Remus let his eyes fall closed, feeling safe and secure. His hand was resting at Sirius's neck. He gently threaded his fingers through the hair that lay there, rubbing at the nape of his neck.

Sirius smiled wide, "I love when you do that." He breathed.

Both of them were unaware of the brighter pulses that emitted from the marching dog.

"I know." Remus whispered, gently continuing the motion. He wouldn't go to sleep until Sirius did. He'd stroke that little place on his neck until he drifted off. He'd know that he did because his Patronus would go out. And it was steadily fading.


Once again, things were dreary, dark, but not quite as dreadful. They would be dreadful soon enough and that was the attitude in the air. There were no dementors around, so it was a hot and steamy outside. Not that you could see the sunlight in the dark, dreary rooms of Grimmauld Place. Dust coated the light fixtures, the window panes.

Nights somehow seemed to be even darker still. A candle was sitting on the side table, illuminating a small part of the room, the bed and the muggle posters of scantily clad girls and motorbikes. A half-empty teacup sat there as well. Clothes were strewn across the room. The blankets were tucked around two resting bodies, once again, thriving off of each other. Quiet whispers filled the room, because they weren't alone in the house. The house was still and dead silent at night, and they didn't care to share each other with anyone else right now.

Sirius and Remus lay facing each other, their noses touching where they lay so closely tangled. Arms and legs so twined together that they seemed to be one.

Remus refused to stop looking at Sirius. He'd lost him once. He wasn't wasting any of the time he had with him now. He threaded his fingers through the long, matted hair around Sirius's nape, rubbing that place that Sirius was so fond of.

Sirius smiled, sighing out quietly, "I love it when you do that."

"I know." Remus whispered back, closing the space between them to gently place a kiss on Sirius's lips. He kept stroking that spot, knowing it would easily put Sirius to sleep.