Things change. Remus starts getting suspicious.
Wolfstar angst under the cut.
One.
Sirius Black comes home and throws his now blood-stained leather jacket on the coat hanger. He doesn't say a word.
I, as usual, am sitting in the corner armchair, reading a book I don't remember guetting. And I, of course, look up when Sirius Black crosses my path.
He doesn't look back.
Two.
Sirius always complains about dinner, even when we buy it out. It's always either too cooked or not cooked enough. But not this time.
He sits across me at the table, silent as the dead. But even the dead can be louder in this world. I watch him closely: a bruise in his forehead, the dark circles under his eyes, his cut bottom lip…
And then I ask, "Is everything alright?".
Sirius just nods.
Three.
Third Order meeting this week. I'm sitting near the right end of the table, staring at my hands, tracing a scar with one of my fingers.
He sits beside me but he's not there. If he were, he would hold my hand under the table, occasionally squeezing it. But not today.
Someone's talking and someone's crying. But I don't listen, I'm too busy with my on thoughts. Revising every word I've said these last couple of days. Wondering what did I do wrong and why don't I recognize the man beside me.
I reach for his hand and he flinches a few inches away from me.
Four.
I'm losing faith. At least, I'm losing the last few bits that remained in me. How can a person make you question your entire existence?
It's past two in the morning and I still can't sleep. I'm lying in bed, eyes shut but wide awake. I wonder if this is the night I'll get an owl telling me that he is dead.
It's not. I hear the front door closing and steps I've known since I was eleven years old. I keep my eyes shut. My ears tell me that he stopped at the bedroom door.
My whole body aches, craving for him to sit beside me and say something, even though he probably thinks I'm asleep. This does not happen.
He leaves and I hear another door shutting, most likely the bathroom's.
Five.
I'm standing in front of the sofa. In front of Sirius Black, who seems to sleep profoundly. I shake his shoulder lightly and his eyes open, blinking as they adjust to the light.
"We need to talk", I demand.
"I'm tired, Remus", he turned around, head against the pillow. I can't remember the last time he had call me by my own name.
At this point, I don't question anymore. I turn around and leave, wiping a weak tear from my cheek.
I'm living with a traitor.
Six.
It's that time of the month again. And this time it was worse. Order missions take over everyone's free time these days and so last night I was alone.
I didn't mind it much. At least, I think I don't. But when I woke up this morning there lousy cuts on my legs.
I come home limping. Blood stains here and there.
He's standing in the kitchen, taking a smoke. And I know he sees me crossing the hall.
I rush to bathroom, wanting to avoid unfortunate remarks.
He's standing across the door, but he doesn't come in.
"M- There's bandages under the sink"
This time, I'm the one who doesn't reply.
After a moment, I hear him walk away.
Seven.
Sirius Black doesn't come home.