Summary: Slight RLSB. Don't like it, don't read it. Post PoA; Sirius visits Remus for a night before heading south to talk things over. This is my first Harry Potter fic, be nice? The song mentioned is Follow Through by Gavin DeGraw.
Sirius' POV"Remus."
I watched his golden brown hair shift slightly as his head lifted immediately to the sound of my voice. I couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing, I tried to know what he was thinking, but Remus could hide anything from you that he didn't want you to know. After what seemed an eternity of trying to form coherent speech, words, slightly detached and a bit high-pitched (but words nonetheless), came forward from his mouth.
"Sirius, what…? How did you get in… the door…."
He looked quizzically at the door, his book now forgotten on his lap. Okay, not exactly what I expected. I had been hoping for a warm welcome, a hug, a kiss- well, perhaps a kiss was stretching it. After twelve years in Azkaban, away from my Moony, I hardly expected him to have dwelled in that past, dwelled on our relationship. Surely he had moved on. I wouldn't blame him. He spoke again, that voice I never forgot the sound of, coming from those soft lips I barely remembered.
"Sirius… why are you here?"
Remus' POVAs I sat down to read one of my favorite books that night, I certainly wasn't expecting a visitor. Not to mention someone I never thought I'd see again, even after that brief meeting at the Shrieking Shack. And here he was- the once handsome, lively, wonderful man I fell in love with, Sirius Black. Azkaban had taken away most of his appearance (not that I cared, of course), and the liveliness in those eyes I loved so much was gone. They had taken it, those horrid, hooded creatures.
"Sirius… why are you here?"
There was an awkward pause, and he shrugged, trying to laugh it off. I wondered- I hoped- he still felt the same, still carried the memories of our relationship, our love.
"Siri…?"
I watched as he flinched just slightly. Of course. He hadn't been called that in years. I looked down at my lap, almost surprised to find the book there. I stared between two lines of text, pretending to examine a particularly interesting word on the page.
"Remy."
My eyes shot up to meet his stormy grey ones, hidden underneath dirty, long raven black hair. I smiled softly, shutting the book and setting it aside.
"Siri, come sit down."
I slid over to provide some room on the threadbare couch, and he sat down next to me. Up close, he looked awful, but I still saw the beauty in his eyes, his face, his hair, his everything. My hand ran through those ebony locks, provoking small smiles from the both of us. Sirius leaned forward and his lips pressed against mine, and I gladly returned the kiss. It was soft and sweet, and it instantly warmed me up.
"God, Remy, I missed you."
"I missed you too, Siri."
He took me in his arms, and I barely noticed as the muggle radio I had purchased began to play an American song.
Oh, this is the start of something good, don't you agree?
I looked up and saw lights dancing in his eyes, lights I had until just now in this moment believed to have been taken by that awful prison.
"What?" I asked, almost cautiously.
"You hear this song, Remy?"
"What about it…?"
"Listen…."
I haven't felt like this in so many moons, you know what I mean? And we can build through this destruction, as we are standing on our feet. So, since you wanna be with me….
I didn't need to hear anymore. What the song was saying was what was in my heart, his heart…. He leaned down next to my ear.
"I haven't felt like this in so many moons, you know what I mean…?" he whispered, and I smiled.