Notes: One of my more depressing fics, I know. I'll get back to lighter stuff in a while, I promise.
And………Ph34r my Regulus! I love playing with him because he is the most neutral character in the entire Harry Potter world, and ended up taking a life and personality completely different from some of the other ones you see. Did I mention I love neutral characters? Anyway, enough of my blabbering, and on to the story!
It was the day after the rest of Hogwarts came back from Christmas holidays that Sirius was taken out of class. Remus watched he and Dumbledore stand in the doorway. Sirius' stance was of boredom and annoyance, but as the headmaster spoke, he straightened, and his face became solemn. Sirius turned and walked away, in the direction that the dormitories were, Dumbledore heading to his own office after watching Sirius leave for a moment.
When class was done, Remus decided to skip his next class and head up toward the Gryffindor tower. When he got there, he saw Sirius shoving things into his trunk.
"Where are you going?" Remus asked, softly.
"Hm?" Sirius looked up, surprised for a moment before turning back to his things. "Oh. London."—Sirius never referred to Grimmauld Place as his home—"Turns out my father was killed in his study yesterday. Or the day before, who knows? Either way, it was found yesterday when Regulus went to go find him so they wouldn't miss the train. I can only imagine the shock of that."
"I'm sorry." Because Remus really didn't know what else to say.
"It's no big deal, really," Sirius said. "I'm more worried about legal matters than sad about his death. He wasn't exactly the nicest of people." And I don't want to go back there, Remus knew he was thinking.
Remus walked over to Sirius and the taller boy put his arms around Remus' waist, burying his face in his stomach. Remus hugged Sirius back, stroking Sirius' hair.
"Come with me?"
Remus looked down at his friend, slightly surprised.
"Your mum won't mind?" he asked. "Won't she suspect something?"
"Heh." A small sigh. Or maybe it was a laugh. "Mum will know. She's given up; as far as she's concerned it will be 'fine, sleep with whoever you want, live where you want, I don't care. Just get married and provide yourself with a son so that the wealth can stay in the family.' Please, come. For my own sanity."
Remus smiled gently, and told him, "You know I'd go to the end of the earth for you. Of course I'll come, if it won't be any trouble to anybody else. But you know I don't have anything to wear. We can't afford clothes."
"Don't worry about it," Sirius said, looking up. "I'll buy you something."
And so Remus packed his trunk.
Notes: Yes, I'm back. I figure I've written enough Weiss Kreuz for a while. Also, I'm thinking about changing my penname, so stay tuned for updates.
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