Written for The Sacred Stones Competition - Prompt: Silver

I'm Not Going To Touch Your Fork, Sirius

(Raybe is the Title Master)

Sirius stood in Diagon Alley with his friends. His parents had disappeared... well, he had given them the slip so he could meet up with James, Remus and Peter.

He watched his friend carefully. It had been a few days since the full moon, but Remus showed no signs of being affected, but Sirius knew better.

He was convinced his friend was a Werewolf. He had done all the things he could think of to work it out, but Remus was a sneaky bugger and wouldn't admit it. Sirius hadn't even been able to make him growl.

But everyone knew that Werewolves hated silver. It burnt them or something and Sirius came prepared.

"So, where is everyone going?" Sirius asked.

"Honeydukes," Remus replied and Peter nodded in agreement. Sirius had expected this answer.

"Cool, we're going to look at brooms," Sirius told them. "Remus, can you get me one of those back-to-school boxes?"

Remus nodded his head and Sirius pulled out his money pouch.

"That should cover it," he said, pulling out a stack of sickles. He put them into Remus' hand and his gaze darted upwards, looking for a reaction or a flicker of pain. Anything to show that Remus didn't like silver.

"Er, are you going to hold my hand all day?" Remus asked after a minute, and Sirius looked down, his gaze shooting to where he was holding the coins against Remus' hand. He quickly let go.

"Sorry," he said, feeling stupid. He should be more careful. He only wanted a reaction, if that had hurt his friend it could have burnt Remus and Sirius had been pressing them into his hand.

He didn't want to hurt Remus, he only wanted the truth.

...oOo...

"I'm not going to touch your fork, Sirius," Remus sighed. "It's the same as the one I touched earlier."

Sirius threw the fork down onto the bed and sulked.

"Why doesn't silver bother you?" he complained. He didn't understand it; he had forced Remus to touch everything silver that he could get his hands on. "Silver hurts all Werewolves, why won't it hurt you?"

Hurt flashed in Remus' eyes and he stepped away from Sirius.

"Wait. Are you purposely trying to hurt Remus?" James shouted, advancing towards them.

"No, I just want proof that he's a Werewolf. He won't tell us the truth and that's really unfair. We're his best friends no matter what and he has no right to keeping secrets," Sirius replied, sulkily.

"And you don't have secrets?" James asked. He felt a headache coming on. They had discussed this in length - if Remus was a Werewolf they would allow him to come and talk to them about it, not force it out of him.

"Well, Remus disappears a lot," Sirius said. "If he's a Werewolf that means he's in the hospital wing and we can go and visit him."

"So you're trying to poison me with silver because... what? You care?" Remus asked.

"That's right," Sirius replied, relieved that Remus understood what was going on, because James clearly didn't.

"And what makes you think that silver hurts Werewolves?" Peter asked, nervously looking between his friends.

"That Lockhart prick was talking about it. He's a Ravenclaw and they know everything," Sirius replied. He turned back to Remus.

"So, when you transform next, we'll come to the hospital wing afterwards and bring you chocolate to make you better."

"Chocolate?" Remus said, his eyes widening. Maybe there was something to this Werewolf business after all!

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