Set on the night that Sirius Black enters the castle and almost stabs Ron.
May Moony and Padfoot rest in peace.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hogwarts was silent as the grave, as silent as six feet of earth muffling every sleeping murmur. Sirius Black crept along, keeping as far from the portraits and their occupants as he could. Purpose blazed again inside of him. The world was asleep at his feet and tonight he could start to again make everything right. He was running as quietly as possible towards the Gryfinndor dormitories when he stumbled to an ungainly halt before a nondescript door. On a shinny plague set slightly below eye level read the words:
PROFESSOR REMUS J. LUPIN
DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS
Remus. Perhaps he had not just been fool enough to speak out loud but his next action showed in full force his certainly incredible foolishness. He placed a scarred hand on the handle of the door and when it did not turn he whispered "Moony". The door opened inward and he slipped inside.
The office was neat. The inhabitants of several tanks burbled to themselves along the farthest wall. The desk was obscenely tidy, the papers stacked carefully. At any other time the man would have delighted in creating disorder in his old friend's room but this was only a brief side track from his goal.
He tried the next door and it too demanded a password. Moony failed but then he bent close, a hopeful smile creasing his face. "Padfoot." The door gave way and he stepped into the bedroom of Remus Lupin.
Unlike the office, the room was strewn with the robes that the man he had worn that day, books and old photos. The man himself lay in his bed, breathing softly. Sirius bent over him, gently brushing stray bits of hair off his forehead. Remus stirred and as his was still between wakefulness and sleep; Sirius slapped a hand over his mouth. Remus' eyes shot open, contorted with fear, and something in Sirius shifted.
"Don't call out. It's me" He pulled his hand away.
"I know who it is. God damn."
"I need to go, I'm sorry."
"God damn you."
Thousands of arguments grew up in Sirius' throat but he had to move on. With a crazy yearning, Sirius swooped down, meeting Remus' mouth in a fevered kiss that burned more than it sated his tempestuous heart. The werewolf beneath him was kissing him in return, hands clasped around his neck.
"I have to go." Remus just stared at him, catching his breath. As Sirius disappeared, he raised a hand to his lips that were involuntarily curving into a smile.
"Damn."