"No... Sirius... why are you doing this?"
Remus Lupin sat up hurriedly on the patched, overstuffed couch in the living room of his cramped country flat, feeling around for his clothes in a rush.
"I'm leaving...mistake". Sirius Black located a sock on the yellow-carpeted floor and pulled it on his bare left foot before continuing the fruitless search for his long-lost T-shirt.
"A mistake? Is that what you call it?" Remus was incredulous. The bastard could not have the nerve to call it a mistake, absolutely not. As he fumes, his eyes fell on an empty Firewhisky bottle, filling him with an acrid, unpleasant burning feeling the longer he stared. Sirius had been drunk...
"Yes, Remus, a bloody mistake." Sirius growled incoherently, hurrying the search for his shirt. That was exactly what it had been, a terrible mistake, and if anyone hinted otherwise, he would... well, he didn't know what he would do.
"So that's it then." Remus's voice cracked as he spoke-- he was shaking with anger. "I'm a mistake, I was a bloody mistake, like--like Lisa Johnston in sixth year."
"No, Remus, not like Lisa Johnston in sixth year, it's worse, don't you get it?" Sirius avoided his long-time best friend's gaze as he spoke. "Jesus, Remus, you're a bloody bloke!"
"Didn't bother you last night..." came the mumbled reply. Oh, gods, what had they done? The scariest part was when the truth suddenly hit him like a blow to the stomach. Sirius had indeed been drunk...but he hadn't.
Remus didn't even lift his head as he heard the front door of his flat slam shut. He merely drew a shuddering breath and made his preparations to pay a visit to Lily and James.
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"James, I need to talk to you... you can't keep Sirius as your secret-keeper..."
THE END