A/N: Hello world! I wrote this months ago and only just got around to typing it up. Extreme boredom can be a motivating force, it seems. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Marauders. I just make them do horrible things while laughing manically...

He Loved the Moon

Before Sirius met Remus, he had loved the moon. He would stare out his bedroom window in Grimmauld Place at it; to Sirius it had symbolized the one beautiful thing in the darkness his family embraced, and he often dreamed of hopping on a broom and flying to the one place he knew his family couldn't reach him.

Even after his foolish childhood dreams had faded, Sirius still retained his love of the moon. And then he met Remus.

Sirius had immediately noticed the small, quiet kid everyone else seemed to overlook, and had gone out of his way to befriend him. It was hard to explain to James - and even harder to explain to himself - why he'd done it, but Sirius felt a sort of kinship with the boy. Remus seemed estranged from most people, an oddity, just as Sirius was within his own family.

So he'd taken Remus in, building him up and watching with the pride of a parent as he took his figurative "first steps" socially. Still Sirius worried about him, especially Remus' poor health, but Remus always assured him that he was fine and Sirius believed.

And then The Night came. The night that Sirius and the rest of the Marauders found out why Remus' health was so poor, and why he was always gone. The night Sirius began to hate the moon.

How could anyone or anything do something so cruel to someone as good and beautiful as Remus? he wondered, and his hatred and anger grew even stronger when his long-repressed feelings for the werewolf surfaced as he faced the truth he'd been denying for years: he was in love with Remus Lupin.

Sirius managed to keep his feelings hidden for years as he and the other Marauders worked feverishly to become Animagi and ease Remus' pain. In their sixth year at Hogwarts, though, his heart would remain silent no more. He poured out his feelings to the very surprised werewolf and waited for rejection. To his great surprise and delight, however, Remus returned his feelings and they kissed - beneath the beautiful, cruel moon.

And as Sirius lay here tonight, Remus' warm body twined around his, he looked out the window at the moon. He would probably never completely make his peace with it, but laying here and seeing Remus bathed in moonlight, he began to slowly love the moon again.