Professor Dumbledore's speech was enlightening.

They were at the Great Hall. James was watching Lily as always. Even though Severus Snape was a Slytherin, he sat next to Lily Evans all first-days. James knew Lily didn't feel affectionate to the boy— no, she was just Severus' close friend, but he was jealous anyways. The girl seemed to enjoy herself talking to Snape, giggling and all, so James didn't want to bother them anymore by staring for minutes and minutes. His eyes turned to Dumbledore, who was speaking about Professor McGonagall's achievements last year.

Peter was— he was Peter, Sirius never understood what he was doing. He was a decent kid, but he had his ways. Whenever the boys had a fight, he always picked the side that was stronger— that being Sirius. Sometimes Remus, too, if Peter felt threatened by his werewolf form. Sirius just shook is head from watching Peter, so his eyes turned to see someone else.

Remus was next to him. He was reading a book. Of course his ears were fixed on Dumbledore, because let's be honest, it was Remus. And Remus was always kind and caring. He was never a useless shit.

That useless shit was Sirius.

Sirius was watching his friends. He remembered the beginning of this year and how the Marauders were so open— so kind to him. The beginning of this school year was… Terrible. The boy was kicked out of his own house— his own family, just because he was a Gryffindor and he hung out with 'mudbloods' like Remus Lupin and Lily Evans. Remus wasn't even a mudblood, he was half-blood, but— neither of them deserved to be remembered as that gross word. Sirius, like always, chose his best friends.

So that was the story. Even though his cousin Andromeda was secretly caring towards him, none of them really cared. None of them tried to keep Sirius in that house. They were bad people— supported You-Know-Who and his idea of pure-blooded wizards, who was probably just a mythic villain anyways. Sirius was actually happy that he left the house, but he was just a burden to James and his family.

"What?"

Remus was staring at him now. Sirius got lost in his thoughts but he was looking at Remus… for minutes now. He just immediately shook himself and blinked. "Nothing, mate."

Remus approved with his head and smiled. "Are you okay?"

Sirius grinned. He loved it when Remus was just so caring— so good. The Marauders were best friends, they were supposed to beat each other, mock one another… and that was what James, Sirius and Peter did, but Remus? He was the kind one. He always asked if the boys were okay and Sirius loved it. It was a good feeling to have someone who cared. "Yeah," he replied. "I was just thinking. That's all."

He expected Remus to say Okay, and turn back to his book. Instead, the boy closed his book and gave all of his attention to Sirius. "I know things are not good, but…" He tried to find an accurate word for the situation. "But you have us. You know that?"

Sirius nodded. "Of course," he said. "Of course I do."

Sirius was the best in his class. When Remus first attended Hogwarts, he didn't know anyone his first year. He was just so ashamed of being this thing— half werewolf, half human. But Sirius… Sirius was the one he met first, in the Potions Class. The kindest one to him, even though he thought he was a shitbag.

He was the best in his Potions class, always scored an Outstanding from his O. even though it wasn't necessary. Severus was good, too, so Remus always watched them compete. He liked how Sirius was ambitious— but not like Snape. Sirius' ambition was more childish, it was just for glory. He sometimes saw him smile at Remus when he scored an Outstanding in the class. Snape's ambition, however, was just because he wanted to be best in his class. He thought he was the best. Not the type Remus would hang out.

When first period of first year ended, in Christmas Break, Sirius came to Remus after a Potions class. This was the only class they had together, apart from Divination, which was a bore. "What's up, Moon Boy?"

Remus coughed from the water he was drinking. He spitted on Sirius accidentally. "S-sorry— what?"

Sirius grinned. "What's up, I said? You know, how's it going?"

Idiot, Remus thought. He doesn't know. Calm down. "Um," he replied. "Good. Why?"

"Wow," Sirius' grin could be seen from Hogsmeade now. "Not good at making friends, huh?"

Remus faked a smile. "Yeah," he shrugged. "Sorry."

"You apologise quite often," the boy said. "No need for that."

Sirius had a nice face. Remus knew, he was from the Black family. They hated muggle-borns, they even hated half-bloods and Remus himself was a half-blood, so he didn't understand why Sirius was talking to him now.

But after watching him for months, Remus knew, Sirius was different from his family. He was the first Gryffindor as a Black. Also, he didn't go to see his parents in Christmas. Just like Remus. Well, Remus didn't go— not because his parents were nightmares, but because he didn't want to be a burden to them. He had to transform every full moon and it was terrible. He didn't want to bother anyone with this. "Okay," Remus said.

"What's with the scar?"

Remus was about to leave the place, but Sirius' voice came from behind, wondering. The boy turned to face him— they were the only ones left in the class. "What scar?"

Even though he acted like a pure, stupid kid, Remus knew what Sirius was talking about. He was asking about the scar on his nose— the one he did himself on his first night of transforming. "That scar," Sirius pointed with his finger. "On your nose."

Remus giggled. "This?" he asked, pointing it out like Sirius. "N—nothing, really. I was beaten up by dogs."

Why were they still talking? Remus wanted to leave. Sirius was a smart kid and of course he didn't believe him, but Remus didn't have to explain himself. It was just— Sirius' intentions looked good. "Yeah, you expect me to believe that?" He smiled. "Whatever, Moon Boy…" he took his books and walked to the door. "See ya' around."

That was how he first met Sirius. The rich, smart, bold and elegant boy— the laughter. The Sun, more like it. The one who accepted Remus as who he was, and what he was always going to be.

It was the beginning of the fifth year now, and Remus couldn't see the light in Sirius' face. He always made Remus laugh, never mocked him even though he always mocked James and Peter. But now… he wasn't in the mood, he would say. It had been weeks since fifth year begun, and at first Remus thought it would get better. Well, it didn't.

When he didn't show up to Potions class, Remus was sick of it. He knew where he could find Sirius— it was where he went to whenever he felt bad, so Remus raised his hand. Professor Slughorn smiled to the boy. "Yes, Mr. Lupin?"

"Sir, I feel really bad. I think I got a flu," Remus said. "Can I go the my dorm?"

Professor Slughorn looked worried. He was a good man, a goofy one. "Of course, of course," he repeated. "Don't go to your dorm, see the nurse, Mr. Lupin."

Remus already made his way to the door. "Okay, Professor. Thank you!"

The Shrieking Shack was a horrible place. This was the place where Remus transformed to a werewolf. Thanks to Professor Dumbledore, it was protected with a spell and only those who knew of Remus' case could get in. One of those people was Sirius.

He entered the Shack with a terrified feeling inside. Maybe Sirius wasn't alone? Maybe he just wanted to hangout with some girls like he did from time to time. But when Remus looked inside the room where Remus transformed, he saw him. He was sitting on the chair— the only chair in the room. When he heard the door noise, he immediately took his wand out. "Who—- Oh," he relieved. "What are you doing here?"

Remus frowned. "I should ask you the same question."

"Were you following me, Remus?" Sirius was grinning now. Remus tried not to smile at that. He was angry at him, and he had to be. Sirius was not himself lately, and it effected all Marauders members. Especially Remus, for an unexplainable reason. "Of course not," he said. "And you're the one to explain things, not me, Sirius."

"Severus is right," Sirius said to himself. "We're like a married old couple."

Remus shook his head and rolled his eyes. "You're so irresponsible, you know that?" he murmured. "You missed Potions. It can effect your N.E.W.T. applications."

"I don't care."

Remus took his wand out. "You don't care?" he shouted with dignity. "You don't care, huh?" He waved his wand to him. "If you don't stand up and walk to school now, I'll make you. You know I can."

Sirius laughed. He stood up and walked to face Remus. He took his wand and looked at it. "Remus, look." His mood faded in a second. "I understand that you're like our father— but I needn't that right now. I needn't anything but loneliness."

Remus frowned again. "I'm not like your father," he spit out the words. "And I don't want you to be alone especially at a time like this. Look, Sirius. I know you're mad but let us be with you. Let me be your… friend. Okay?"

Sirius looked down at Remus' wand. He didn't looked up to face the boy. "You don't understand."

"There are a lot of things we don't understand. But we can, you know. Together."

Sirius smiled softly. "I have a reputation, you know."

Remus laughed. "So do I. The scary werewolf who eats Marauders at night and returns them back to life just to eat them again."

Sirius laughed so hard, Remus smiled, too. "You just made this up, man."

"Yeah," Remus replied. "I did. Not the point, though."

"Okay, okay," Sirius raised his hands in a way of giving up. "Agreed, okay? Together. We get through things together."

"Yeah," Remus hit Sirius slowly on the shoulder. Sirius didn't even flinch, but smiled. "Together sounds good."