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Sirius squirmed frantically in his sleep and Snape sighed. He looked at the scared figure, struggling around the sheets. He walked over to the bed and kneeled by it. Remus was gone getting books and robes and other things to occupy Sirius, and he had left Snape in charge. Remus would be gone for another hour and Snape knew the tossing and turning and banging of the heads into the head board was not good for Sirius's health. 'Black.' Snape said, nervously. He was scared Sirius would make a witty comeback in his sleep but he didn't. 'Stop turning, Black. You're not in Azkaban. You're not in Godric's Hollow. You're in the Leaky Cauldron, and you're having a nightmare. Now relax.' Sirius was whimpering slightly. He accidentally slammed his head against the wooden headboard again. Snape gently clutched him by the hair. 'You're going to get me in trouble, Black.' He said. 'Remus will be worried. You don't want to worry Remus, do you?' Snape asked. 'Of course you don't. And neither do I. Now stop whimpering as well.' 'James.' Sirius said, gasping for air. He squirmed frantically, as if remembering some torture put on him years ago. 'Have to get to James, let me go Malfoy you big oversized elf!.No I won't show you where the Potters are.no, no I won't work with Voldemort. I don't care I love Lily and James AHHHHHHH!' Sirius screamed. 'SIRIUS!' Snape shouted. Sirius continued to struggle. Snape sighed and brought his flat palm against Sirius's cheek harshly. Sirius snapped awake. He punched blindly into the air. Snape grabbed both his arms and pinned him. 'Stop moving! You're going to kill yourself!' 'AH! WHY ARE YOU HERE!?' Sirius demanded. Fear shone in his eyes and he struggled to move, but Snape held his forearms firmly. 'I'm helping Remus, idiot.' Snape sneered. Sirius sunk into the bed, his eyes going downcast. He had expected to hear a witty comeback but all he got but submission. Snape stood up. 'You were having a nightmare.' He informed Sirius. 'I knew that.' Sirius said. 'Shut up, Black.' Snape snapped. Sirius didn't say 'make me' or anything, just nodded slowly and curled up in the blankets. He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to think of something happy. 'Black.' Snape ventured. 'In your nightmare, you said something about a Malfoy.' 'Yes.' Sirius said slowly, unaware of what Snape wanted. He thought of Harry playing Quidditch, and a faint smile came over his lips. 'What was that all about?' The smile was gone. 'I'd rather not.' Sirius began. He was terrified by the dreams, and he didn't think Snape would care about them. He snuggled into the warm quilt, which was placed there just for him, he knew. Sirius had loved the quilt when he was younger, and now Tom had let him snuggle it the whole time. It was covered with cats and dogs, and the fabric was the softest. 'He'd rather not what?' Remus asked from the doorway. He was clutching his wand, as if ready to kill Snape at any given moment should he make any move to hurt the trembling figure wrapped in the cat and dog quilt. 'Tell me about his nightmare. He said something about Malfoy, and I asked. He say he'd rather not and then you came in, ready to kill if any one harmed your child.' Snape said dryly. Remus gave him a dirty look then walked over to Sirius. 'Hey, I got you some new books. And the Marvin The Mad Muggle comics you like so much. I even went to muggle London to get you Garfield, the one I showed you. And some robes you'll be drowning in, but I want them so I can see you, or rather I can see the robes.' 'Whose the father, Lupin?' Snape snapped. 'You.' Sirius said cheerfully, obviously happy to be near Remus. While Snape pondered that Remus commanded Sirius to change into new robes because his others were dirty. Five minutes later Snape came to a conclusion. 'You called me gay.' 'Indeed I did.' 'I hate you, Black.' 'Why, thank you.' END NOTES: That's just like you, too, Padfoot. I can imagine some nasty person like oh say Prongs saying that and you responding just like that. Well, review, doves. And THANK YOU to everyone who has reviewed my other stories, it's nice to hear such intelligent people conversing. Rhiana PS I was just kidding,, Prongsie. I love you. *Padfoot runs away screaming* Err, Prongs? : Don't ask, Lily. Just don't ask. : Wasn't planning on it. *Squeal Bounce Squeal*
Sirius squirmed frantically in his sleep and Snape sighed. He looked at the scared figure, struggling around the sheets. He walked over to the bed and kneeled by it. Remus was gone getting books and robes and other things to occupy Sirius, and he had left Snape in charge. Remus would be gone for another hour and Snape knew the tossing and turning and banging of the heads into the head board was not good for Sirius's health. 'Black.' Snape said, nervously. He was scared Sirius would make a witty comeback in his sleep but he didn't. 'Stop turning, Black. You're not in Azkaban. You're not in Godric's Hollow. You're in the Leaky Cauldron, and you're having a nightmare. Now relax.' Sirius was whimpering slightly. He accidentally slammed his head against the wooden headboard again. Snape gently clutched him by the hair. 'You're going to get me in trouble, Black.' He said. 'Remus will be worried. You don't want to worry Remus, do you?' Snape asked. 'Of course you don't. And neither do I. Now stop whimpering as well.' 'James.' Sirius said, gasping for air. He squirmed frantically, as if remembering some torture put on him years ago. 'Have to get to James, let me go Malfoy you big oversized elf!.No I won't show you where the Potters are.no, no I won't work with Voldemort. I don't care I love Lily and James AHHHHHHH!' Sirius screamed. 'SIRIUS!' Snape shouted. Sirius continued to struggle. Snape sighed and brought his flat palm against Sirius's cheek harshly. Sirius snapped awake. He punched blindly into the air. Snape grabbed both his arms and pinned him. 'Stop moving! You're going to kill yourself!' 'AH! WHY ARE YOU HERE!?' Sirius demanded. Fear shone in his eyes and he struggled to move, but Snape held his forearms firmly. 'I'm helping Remus, idiot.' Snape sneered. Sirius sunk into the bed, his eyes going downcast. He had expected to hear a witty comeback but all he got but submission. Snape stood up. 'You were having a nightmare.' He informed Sirius. 'I knew that.' Sirius said. 'Shut up, Black.' Snape snapped. Sirius didn't say 'make me' or anything, just nodded slowly and curled up in the blankets. He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to think of something happy. 'Black.' Snape ventured. 'In your nightmare, you said something about a Malfoy.' 'Yes.' Sirius said slowly, unaware of what Snape wanted. He thought of Harry playing Quidditch, and a faint smile came over his lips. 'What was that all about?' The smile was gone. 'I'd rather not.' Sirius began. He was terrified by the dreams, and he didn't think Snape would care about them. He snuggled into the warm quilt, which was placed there just for him, he knew. Sirius had loved the quilt when he was younger, and now Tom had let him snuggle it the whole time. It was covered with cats and dogs, and the fabric was the softest. 'He'd rather not what?' Remus asked from the doorway. He was clutching his wand, as if ready to kill Snape at any given moment should he make any move to hurt the trembling figure wrapped in the cat and dog quilt. 'Tell me about his nightmare. He said something about Malfoy, and I asked. He say he'd rather not and then you came in, ready to kill if any one harmed your child.' Snape said dryly. Remus gave him a dirty look then walked over to Sirius. 'Hey, I got you some new books. And the Marvin The Mad Muggle comics you like so much. I even went to muggle London to get you Garfield, the one I showed you. And some robes you'll be drowning in, but I want them so I can see you, or rather I can see the robes.' 'Whose the father, Lupin?' Snape snapped. 'You.' Sirius said cheerfully, obviously happy to be near Remus. While Snape pondered that Remus commanded Sirius to change into new robes because his others were dirty. Five minutes later Snape came to a conclusion. 'You called me gay.' 'Indeed I did.' 'I hate you, Black.' 'Why, thank you.' END NOTES: That's just like you, too, Padfoot. I can imagine some nasty person like oh say Prongs saying that and you responding just like that. Well, review, doves. And THANK YOU to everyone who has reviewed my other stories, it's nice to hear such intelligent people conversing. Rhiana PS I was just kidding,, Prongsie. I love you. *Padfoot runs away screaming* Err, Prongs? : Don't ask, Lily. Just don't ask. : Wasn't planning on it. *Squeal Bounce Squeal*
