A/N: will be four or five chapters, I think, unless I branch out.

NOT Canon

I don't own Harry Potter

Enjoy!

°°=Moony=°°

It was over, god damn it, finally over. Voldemort was dead and gone, the Death Eaters quickly defeated. And despite all the casualties – the dear friends, killed, and betrayed, and betrayers – Remus felt light.

Pettigrew had been caught, the filthy rat, by Arthur Weasley, who'd recently joined the Auror corps. But even the disgust that Remus felt for his one-time friend – found in the bed of a five year old, for Godric's sake - could not overcome the shivery happiness that lodged itself in Remus' bones.

Sirius - beautiful, wonderful man that he was – was innocent. Innocent and as free as bird. Remus felt as if he had never been happier, than when he watched Padfoot rolling in the frosty autumn leaves, or when Sirius – eyes seeming wiser since his stint in Azkaban – gathered Remus up in his arms and kissed him, fiercely, lovingly.

He grinned, pushed open his front door and spilled into his front yard where he flopped on the leaf-strewn ground, and breathed in the crisp fall air. The sharp scent of frost and melting water, decaying leaves and wood smoke from the neighbors' fireplace.

Then a shadow covered his face and Remus whined at the loss of the warmth of the sun. But then Sirius sat next to him and pulled Remus' head into his lap and he was filled with sudden rushing heat.