This fic takes place during the summer after the events of Goblet of Fire. So Sirius is still alive. Remus dreams (or maybe more...) of a different world where Sirius was really the Secret Keeper for the Potters.

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters and anything else within the Harry Potter book series are property of JK Rowling, the books' publishers, and Warner Bros. Inc. Any original characters are of my own creation.

The fic starts out with Remus and Sirius at Remus' around the beginning/mid-July. Hope you all like this! It's going to get pretty interesting in the next chapter. And for anyone who is reading Waiting, I'll be posting the next chapter very soon. Watch out for it:)

On to the fic...

Sweet Dreams

"Wake up, Moony! Rise and shine, Moony!"

"Sir…Sirius?" Remus muttered, half awake as the covers were unceremoniously taken out of his grasp.

"The one and only. Now wake up, Remus. There's a letter from Harry. Hedwig came with it earlier this morning. I took the liberty of reading it even though it was addressed to you, which was admittedly a shock since why would Harry send you a letter when I'm his godfather. But he didn't send me a thing…not for three whole weeks, and frankly I'm beginning to get a little nervous. It's his birthday, you know, coming up soon. Do you think he's avoiding me?"

"Letter…Harry…wha? Giving me a headache here." Remus placed his hand on his forehead in hopes of soothing his pounding head.

Sirius, clearly not paying any attention to what Remus had said, continued on, "I mean what reason have I given him to avoid me? Haven't I been the model godfather?"

Remus, finally catching on to Sirius's ramblings, put in "You've been in Azkaban for almost his entire life. He hasn't had a chance to uh…appreciate you yet, as you think he should have already."

Sirius was about to reply, but he stopped himself as he thought over Remus's words, and resorted to simply glaring at him.

"And what was this letter from Harry so shockingly addressed to me all about?"

Sirius produced the letter from his right cloak pocket and handed it to Remus.

"He wants a book." He informed Remus dryly.

Remus looked at the letter, and then looked up at Sirius who was still in the room, standing uneasily by Remus's bed.

Remus sighed; he was fairly exhausted after yesterday's excursions, "Is there something else, Sirius?"

Sirius spoke quietly, as if speaking louder would make it worse, "Grimmauld Place in a couple of weeks."

Remus saw a flicker of fear, regret, and something else he couldn't define in Sirius's eyes. Then it was gone.

Sirius continued, with noticeable anger in his tone, "Merlin, Remus. I hate that place."

"I know you do. But it's for the best. For Harry's sake…"

"Yes," Sirius nodded. "For Harry's sake, of course." A pause, and then... "Bloody charmed life I live," He muttered sarcastically under his breath. Before Remus could comment, Sirius was already on his way out of the room and with a, "Go back to sleep, Remus. You look tired," he was gone.

As soon as Remus fell asleep again, a dream took hold of his subconscious.

A dream, a dream…it was just a dream, then why did it feel so real?

Remus found himself in someone's rather large, yet presently unoccupied backyard. He could feel the magic coming off the place as evidence that there were anti-apparation and invisibility – most likely because of the muggles - wards surrounding the house and everything in its immediate environs. Before he could question his surroundings further, he heard feet running toward the door leading to the backyard. And voices, he heard voices…excited voices talking about a Quidditch game…

"Vera, you're with Liz, and Stephen's with me. Same as always. Hey, Stephen, want to play Chaser this time?"

Remus could see a teenage boy coming outside with a broomstick in his right hand. The boy was followed by a younger boy, and then two girls who looked a little bit older than the younger boy. Remus was amazed at how identical the two girls looked. "They just have to be twins," he mused silently. The older boy had his head turned toward, presumably, Stephen, who Remus saw vigorously shake his head no at his inquiry. After seeing Stephen's nonverbal response, the older boy continued on forward to the miniature Quidditch pitch that was a good walk away. It was quite a big backyard.

Remus tried to get a good look at the boy whose voice sounded very familiar, yet there was something very different about it. This boy definitely was the oldest in the family; he had that certain something that set the oldest apart from the younger siblings – a presence of authority and power. He was in control when the parents were not around, and he knew it. Unfortunately, the dream would not allow Remus to get a clear picture of the teenage boy. It was almost as if the dream was trying to hide some vital information from him – at least at that moment.

The two girls giggled in unison, "You're such a wimp, Stephen." One of them said.

"No, I'm NOT! Shut up, Liz!" The younger boy pushed one of the girls hard, and she fell to the ground.

"Harry! Stephen pushed me!" She whined as she got up off of the ground, wincing slightly at the pain from the fall.

"Harry? As in Harry Potter?" He thought hopefully. Now that had Remus' full attention. The dream finally allowed him to take a good look at the older boy.

And there it was. The same bright green eyes. The same messy black hair that he inherited from James. But there were also notable differences that made Remus more certain than ever that this was not the same Harry he had gotten to know two years ago. The year Sirius escaped…

Harry Potter, Remus knew now, glared at his sister. He looked annoyed, and it was clear in his tone that this wasn't the first time he had to deal with his younger sister's complaints.

"You probably were asking for it, Liz. Next time, can you please stop making trouble before we start the game?"

"But it really hurts! Honestly! Here, look!" Liz tried to get on his good side.

"You're such a sissy!" Stephen called tauntingly before Vera grabbed his hand and took him away.

Harry went over to his sister, and looked her over.

"You look fine to me,"

"Aw come on. You know I can't play very well if I'm in pain like this!"

Harry sighed, "Where does it hurt?"

Liz smiled, pleased to have won this time, "Right here. On my thigh,"

She pointed to the affected area as Stephen accused furiously from a good distance away, "She's lying!"

Harry muttered a healing spell, and, to Remus' surprise, a green flame shot out of his wand immediately after the spell had taken affect. No one except for him paid any attention to the seemingly out-of-place flame. The flame stopped flaring up abruptly as if something was holding it back. The vivid emerald green flame dispersed spectacularly and formed some words.

H. J. Potter

Approved.

Only a few seconds later, the words looked like they were being absorbed into an invisible barrier surrounding the property. Remus hadn't seen anything like this – not in his reality at least. Was the flame simply there for verification purposes? Why was he the only one who seemed to find this strange? "Maybe it's expected…" he weakly concluded.

"Wait…Harry looks about 14 here. That means he's underage, and not allowed to perform magic outside of school...but he easily performed the spell without any sort of misgiving about getting into trouble. What is going on here?" Remus contemplated, "It just doesn't make sense to have the Ministry make allowances like this…"

Before he could get a bad headache from all the questions he had yet couldn't answer, the dream reclaimed its hold of him.

He stared in horror as he saw the little boy, Stephen, fall off of his broom from a hundred feet or so from the ground.

Harry shot after him, and yelled a spell to slow his brother down – the same emerald flame appeared and formed the same words in the air.

Remus briefly saw one of the girls flying over to her twin and hitting her behind the head. He had a bad feeling that Liz, who had shown the most ill will toward her younger brother, was the one behind Stephen's fall.

"How could you! I wish you would just stop doing this!" Vera berated her sister.

Remus could feel someone shaking him, and the dream abruptly came to a stop. He idly wondered if Stephen would be alright, before he heard Sirius talking to him.

"Wake up Moony! You've been sleeping for far too long…"

"I'm up. I'm up. You can stop shaking me now." He answered, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

Sirius grinned, satisfied, "Would you mind telling me where that book is?"

Remus looked questioningly at him, "What book?"

Sirius waved his hands around, "The book Harry was asking for! Now, where is it?"

Remus told him. He sighed as Sirius left the room. Another day had begun.

TBC...I would appreciate any reviews...thanks!