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Time seemed to freeze. Poppy and Dumbledore stood motionless beside the rigid figure that was Sirius. Everything had gone silent. Sirius couldn't even hear the ticking of the clock or the birds singing outside. They were all drowned out by the loud endless, relentless pounding in his ears.

His stormy grey eyes were wide and disbelieving. His heart was thumping loudly in his chest.

He moved even closer to Remus, his hand outstretched.

"Rem, it's me. It's me. Sirius! You know me!" Sirius' voice was thick with desperation and more oncoming tears.

Remus looked at his hand cautiously and inched backwards, so that he was pressing into his pillows.

"I don't know you." Remus confirmed once again. His golden eyes were guarded and empty.

Sirius swallowed. "I've known you for nearly 20 years, Remus! You're my best friend! You have to remember me, you have to!"

Remus shook his head vigourously. "I'm sorry, I honestly don't know who you are!"

"Yes you do! You do, Remus, you do!" Sirius almost yelled, crystalline tears trickling down his cheeks. Remus flinched back at the tone of his voice, looking terrified.

Sirius felt a pang of guilt for yelling, especially when he saw the petrified expression on his Moony's face.

But what on earth was Remus playing at? Why couldn't he recognise him?!

He felt a hand land on his shoulder gently. Sirius turned around to see Dumbledore's sad expression.

"I'm sorry, Sirius." He whispered.

"Why? Why is he like this? Why doesn't he know me?" Sirius whispered, hanging his head dejectedly.

Poppy wiped a few stray tears away and replied, "When we found him, he was in a terrible condition. I realised right away that even if we could fix his physical wounds, we had no idea what he had suffered mentally. We had had to just wait and see what he was like when he woke up."

Sirius felt sick. What on earth had those bloody Death Eaters done to Remus? Exactly how much pain and torture had they put his Remus through? They would pay for this. They wouldn't get away with something like this.

He looked back at Remus and smiled softly when he realised he was asleep. He looked so peaceful, that it was easy for Sirius to forget the torture he had had to go through.

Sirius turned back to Dumbledore. "Will he ever get his memory back?"

Dumbledore answered this time. "We do not know yet, Sirius. We shall have to wait and see."

"Is there no cure for this?" Sirius inquired desperately, his eyes searching first Dumbledore's face and then Poppy's.

"Not that I know of. In fact, I don't think there is one." Poppy couldn't quite meet Sirius' eyes. "I'm sorry."

Sirius jumped up suddenly, fuming.

"And you aren't even going to try to find one?! Why are you all giving up?! Remus doesn't deserve this! If it was someone else in his place, he would have done everything he could!"

Sirius glared at his former headmaster, shaking angrily.

Dumbledore sighed. "We are trying, as hard as we can. Yes, Remus would have done everything he could; Remus is like that, a fighter. And I have no doubt in my mind that he will not pull through."

At the headmaster's words, the energy in Sirius seemed to drain out of his body and he sank onto the bed. He stroked Remus' hand again, staring at his sleeping figure sadly.

Everything bad seems to happen to you. You don't deserve any of it and yet, you seem to think that you do. You don't know special you are, Remus. Not just for me, but for so many other people I know. Please, come back, please.

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Remus, although he had no idea what was going on, was sent home with Sirius three weeks after that night in the hospital wing.

Sirius hadn't budged from his side throughout the entire period of time. Remus would sit in his bed silently, watching the black-haired man who seemed to know what he wanted before he even asked for it.

Remus was shocked at the amount of care and love in his eyes. How was it even possible it was all aimed at himself? Merlin, he didn't even know him. It was all quite strange. Remus didn't even understand what was wrong with him. Nobody had told him. Remus was, quite literally, clueless.

Sirius' determination also shocked him. He would sit on Remus' bed when he was supposed to be sleeping and he would talk for hours and hours, telling Remus endless stories about his past. Remus' hand would always be enclosed in his. On the first night this happened, Remus had desperately wanted to pull his hand away, the feeling of being touched making him sick. However, after a while, Remus had found Sirius' presence comforting. He also found that on the nights Sirius would sit by him and hold his hand, his nightmares would go away.

Yes, the terrible nightmares that suffocated and choked him would actually go away. It was then that he realised that strangely enough, he needed Sirius. This scared him. He had never needed anyone quite like he needed Sirius.

Sirius was the only that could touch him without Remus flinching or pulling away. Remus wondered why this was, and his only answer was that Sirius was always touching him and he had gotten used to it.

His nightmares were terrifying. Most of the time, everything was completely black. Sometimes all he would hear were screams; long, drawn out, piercing screams. And there would be bright endless flashes of green light. There would sometimes be cackling laughter and red eyes.

This was why he stayed awake so late. Yes, he liked listening to the stories Sirius told him, but hiding away from the nightmares was his main reason.

And then there were the stories themselves.

Remus would listen to them raptly and at the same time he would have to try to hold in his laughter at some of things Sirius would tell him. And Remus noticed, he nearly only ever talked about four people: a James, a Harry, a Lily and a Moony.

And after every story he heard, Remus felt like he knew these people just a tiny bit more than the last time.

Except for one person. Moony. From what Remus had heard about him from Sirius, he had gathered that he was an extremely special person in Sirius' life. Sirius' facial expressions when he talked about him were more than enough evidence. His entire face would light up and his eyes would dance. Sirius looked at least ten years younger at these times.

Remus would find himself entranced, marvelling at the affect the name, just the name, 'Moony' had on Sirius.

Remus wanted to know more about this Moony. Sirius had gone on and on about James, Lily and Harry; naming all their small quirks and habits. When he had begun to talk about Moony, however, he had gotten this small secretive on his face and simply shut up.

So Remus decided to address the matter.

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It happened on the last night they were staying in the hospital wing. Sirius was telling Remus about a time when Moony had pulled an amazing prank on the entire school without telling his friends. Remus had to fight down a grin as he listened.

When Sirius had quietened down after finishing, Remus spoke. He opened his eyes slowly, taking in the sight of Sirius simply staring at the ceiling forlornly.

Remus took a deep breath.

"Can you tell me about Moony?" he whispered.

Sirius' head whipped towards Remus so fast it clicked. He winced and tried to tug his hand out of Remus' so he could rub it. His hand wouldn't budge. Remus was holding tightly within his and when Sirius saw his expression, he stopped tugging.

Sirius realised the Remus needed the contact and allowed Remus to tighten his grip even more.

Can you tell me about Moony?

"What are you doing awake?" Sirius asked.

"I was listening to your story." Remus replied truthfully.

"Ahh..."

Can you tell me about Moony?

"You asked me a question, what was it?"

Remus pulled their clasped hands closer to him. "Can you tell me about Moony?" he asked again softly.

Sirius swallowed. "What would you like to know?"

"Does he have any quirks? What does he look like?"

Sirius smiled at Remus, his eyes glazing over.

"Whew, where should I start? Okay, hmmm.... quirks." At this point, his voice took on a distinct dreamy quality.

"He has five different smiles; one when he is being sarcastic, one when he is being polite and one for his circle of friends only. Then there are my two favourites; a cheeky grin which makes me fall in love with him over and over again and then his crooked smile which actually drives me crazy. When he is concentrating or absorbed in a book, his face takes on this adorable expression where his tongue sticks out of his mouth ever so slightly and his eyes are clear and determined. And when he laughs, its' so rare, I have each one committed to memory. It's a musical sound and I used to do everything I could to hear it."

Sirius stopped here to recollect his thoughts and then began again.

"Looks. He's tall and lean, with the softest skin I have ever touched. His hair is beautiful; soft and silky, almost straight and a good length. When we were younger, my hands would be planted in those locks almost permanently. His lips. His lips are oh-so soft and pink and... hmmm..."

Sirius grinned slightly as his eyes fixed upon the blush spreading over Remus' cheeks.

"But his eyes are my survival. One look from those eyes and I'm satisfied. One look from those eyes is all I need to get me through the day."

Sirius' own eyes bore into Remus' and he had to catch his breath.

Sirius was whispering now. "Moony's eyes are stunning. They are like liquid- fire, always blazing with intensity and emotion. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful."

"Why do you love him so much?" Remus breathed, vaguely hoping Sirius wouldn't be offended.

Sirius shrugged. "Why is the grass green? Why are the skies blue? I don't know. I just do. It's natural for me. I can't imagine a life where he isn't mine."

Remus' eyes began to droop but he asked one last question. "Where is he now?"

Remus stayed awake just long enough to hear the whispered answer.

"In my heart, Remus...In my heart..."

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And that's how Dumbledore found them the next morning; Sirius kneeling on the floor, his head leaning against the bed and Remus lying close to the edge of his bed, his head cushioned by their clasped hands.

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