Acts of Sirius
Memo: I wrote this yesterday for my writing class, and it was just so freaking adorable I had to share it with the rest of the world. This is the first ever time I've tried writing a Harry Potter fanfiction, and the first ever time I've successfully pulled off yaoi. I luffles it so much, and I'm pretty sure I kept Remus in character the entire time. There will definitely be a companion piece to this for Remus from Sirius's POV. So, until then... enjoy!
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, so I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, Remus and Sirius would've been openly gay for each other, and Cedric wouldn't have died.
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Remus John Lupin liked many things about his best friend, and avid protector, Sirius Orion Black. He liked many many things.
Remus liked the way Sirius looked when he get up in the morning. The boys hair always looked like a verifiable war zone, as if he and static electricity had duked it out during the night. Sirius hated it, of course, and spent his morning molding into a delectable, perfectly constructed mess that made him look permanently windswept. In Remus' opinion, the war zone look was cuter, but he'd never tell Sirius that.
Remus liked Sirius' eyes, too. They were stormy grey, and always seemed to take the werewolf by surprise. Just like Padfoot did. James had caught him staring at Padfoot's eyes once, while said boy was busy daydreaming. Remus had looked away quickly, not wanting to seem like a poof, but the damage was done. Sirius' eyes always seemed to be getting him into trouble.
Remus liked the way Sirius dominated a conversation. That way, Remus had an excuse to look at him. And look Remus did. By now, the slightest of the Marauders had his best friend's mannerisms memorized. For example, Sirius talked with his hands when he was angry, and always talked too loudly to everyone. At least, to everyone but Moony. Oh yes, Remus loved the way Sirius dominated a conversation.
Remus liked the way Sirius moved. The boy always seemed to be so... collected, in his movements. Even when he was furious, Sirius moved like liquid. Since he knew Padfoot never would, Remus made a point every night to mentally thank the Black family for teaching their son to move like he did. For when Sirius moved, it was easy to confuse him with a god. Remus had always needed a god.
Remus liked the way Sirius laughed. It always seemed to come out in a surprised sort of bark, like he hadn't seen it coming, and made Remus smile. Whenever Sirius laughed, he would throw his head back and guffaw. To Remus, it had always seemed like his friend thought he might never laugh again, and so he threw all of his energy into it now, just in case. Not even the full moon could stop Sirius' laughter.
Remus even liked the way Sirius hugged. The eldest Black child believed in bear hugs (or a Remus liked to call them: You Will Never Walk Again hugs). When Sirius hugged you, he'd practically lift you off the ground and squeeze all the air out of you. You could just be walking down the hallway or through the common room, happily minding your own business and suddenly Sirius would be upon you. He would be shouting your name, and then your feet couldn't find the ground and your face was up close and personal with Sirius' chest.
Remus liked the way Sirius cared. He cared for everyone (except for Slytherins and his family, of course) and everything. But mostly, Sirius cared for the Marauders. When Peter got stuck in the portrait hole again, when Lily's latest rebuff left James more than a little bit off, Sirius was there. He would push and prod and abuse, and suddenly things were better. When Remus had a particularly nasty full moon and his scars hurt worse than ever, Sirius was there. He would wrap himself around Moony's beaten body and, forgetting all his own rules on the nature of hugging, would hold Moony gently and tell him everything would be alright. The others always told Remus he was the one who cared too much, but Remus knew better. He had seen Sirius caring.
But most of all, Remus John Lupin liked Sirius Orion Black. He liked all the small things that Sirius did. Sirius might claim that everything he did was just to piss off his family, but Remus knew better. They weren't acts of rebellion, not any more at least. They were Acts of Sirius, and they saved Remus every day. Saved him from bored, saved him from homework, saved him from loneliness. Remus could never pull off being lonely when Sirius around.
Remus might like an awful lot of things about Sirius, but he liked the way he loved him best of all.
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