[Hi, my name is Katie. I don't own Harry Potter. Obviously. This is NOT a SiriusxRemus fic.]
Chapter One
The morning of October seventeeth dawned rainy, windy, freezing, and so very wrong that Sirius Black sat up suddenly in his bed, gasping for oxygen. It took him a moment to realize that he had been spending the night with Remus, and he was in Remus' beige-painted room insead of his own emerald hued one. He glanced around to see that Remus wasn't in his bed, that the crimson sheets spilled to the floor like blood. This image did nothing to quell his rising panic. Remus was always the one to wake him up. He rose from bed and checked the attached bathroom. No. 'The kitchen, surely' he thought. No werewolf in sight. He sighed and climbed he staircase. He woud ask Remus' parents where he had gone to. Sirius knocked, but no one answered.
"John? Audrey?" Sirius called, "I'm opening the door." The sight was enough to send him to his knees. There was blood, so much blood. He gagged and scrambled backwards. Their bodies were strewn across the bed like they had been thrown. There was no way they had survived with so much blood everywhere. 'Remus is still missing,' he told himself, all other thoughts disjointed. He crawled to the stairs and used the railing to pull himself upright. He nearly fell nearly a dozen times, but his will to find Remus was stronger than his sudden weakness. He stumbed onto the front porch and stopped.
There were blast marks on the wood, on the soft ground surrounding the porch. He tentatively follwed the trail. Remus had put up a good fight, it seemed. But Sirius' whole body had begun to shake at the sight of blood. 'Please, no more. Please, let me find him. Let him be alive.' he begged silently. Sirius didn't believe in God, but if Remus was alive, he'd start believing. The rain had begun to pour down in sheets. He looked down and noticed a stream of blood mixing with the rain. The trail led under a low-hanging tree. His body had begun to shake almost uncontrollably, now, and he hated to look, but his traitorous feet carried him forward.
The sight nearly made him gag again. Remus' nightshirt was tron open, and carved on his chest were the words that it pained Sirius to read: Werewolf shit. He hurried forward, blinded by rain and tears. "Remus, wake up. No, Remus, please." He glanced around. "HELP! PLEASE, HELP ME!" He reached for the prone boy's wrist. A slight pulse beat feebly against this fingers. He was still alive.
[If anyone actually reads it and likes what I've written [even if it's just one person], I'll update.
This is my first fanfiction, by the way. You can critique, give advice, whatever, but I just ask you be respectful.]