Disclaimer: The song "Us" belongs (I think…) to Celine Dion or whoever owns it. The characters and the Universe this Songfic takes place belongs to J. K. Rowling, the wonderful lady who wrote "Prisoner of Azkaban" and the other 4 HP books. I don't own anything except the plot and no money making is intended. I do it just to entertain my readers.

Warning: That story's about slash, asusual for everything I write is slash. Don't like, don't read.

Rating: PG, because it's about a slashy relationship.

A/N: Takes place after POA.

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US

It's been two months now since I saw Sirius the first time after 12 years, down in the Shrieking Shack. He was so thin, pale, and dirty, like a tramping mutt. (And how fitting that mental image is…) His eyes were dark and distant in his pale, sunken face… And hope seemed to have vanished when Harry sat there on top of him, pointing his wand directly at him, anger written in his face, ready to kill.

Now of course, everything has changed. I asked Dumbledore to join you on your run, and both of you agreed, so here I am, by your side. Where I should have been from the beginning.

Though we are on speaking terms again, I know that you are reluctant to go further than being my friend… And I can't blame you. I doubted you for 12 years, that's not something that you are likely to forget within a few days. But still….

Time and time again I tried to talk to you, get the subject of betrayal, MY betrayal to our love, out of our heads, but you blocked me every time. We have changed, very much so, and I almost don't recognise us anymore. Sirius and Remus, once members of the greatest pranksters Hogwarts has ever seen, now all solemn and reasonable. Such irony.

Now that I have you around me again, my inner self (I think that the werewolf played a big part in it) screams for your touches and your love. But you won't give it to me, and I'm not sure if I could handle it yet. Though we are physically near, we are miles apart. Not only you were locked away for 12 years. I was locked inside myself, a mourning Werewolf. Mourning for his lost pack and his lost mate who, like I thought then, had betrayed us all.

Slowly, as time passes by, we are getting closer and some of our old habits and rituals around each others are there again, and they still work for us. Like when you have nightmares, as you always used to have with that awful family around you, I hold you close and hum a soft tune to sooth you, or when I am sulking over something you tickle me and I am happy again. It's not what it used to be back in our youth, but we are getting somewhere.

But as long as I know that you are there, and as long as I can hope that we will get together someday, there's a reason for living. I'm living to love you, and I only have to wait until you see that.