Chapter 2:
Sirius groaned as he stretch his arms above his head. He hated mornings with a passion, always waking up groggy, muscles aching, head pounding. Ever since he had been released from prison he always woke up like this. The nightmares never giving him a night of peace, causing him to curl into a ball in the night. As his feet touched the cold floor, he remembered he Draco in the room next to his and wondered how he was doing in his coma.
Wrapping a robe around his body and tying the strings, he made his way over to the other room. When he opened the door he noticed the boy hadn't moved at all in his sleep. He still laid prone on his back, head facing the top of the bed. He stopped at the edge of the bed and looked down at the boys body. So many scars for some one so young. He couldn't understand why he never went to get them healed.
The worst was seeing the jagged scars upon the mark on the boys left arm. He knew Draco must have known that wouldn't have removed the offending thing, but why would he do that to himself. He ran his fingers over the scars like he did the night before and was again amazed by the blue light that surrounded his hand.
He had no idea what it meant but he couldn't help but think that the scars looked less vivid then they did the night before. After he removed his hand he went to take a shower and get dressed. He needed to start his day and not stay cooped up in the house.
After breakfast Sirius made his way to Diagon Alley to do some shopping that he desperately needed to do. The kitchen was needing more food, after housing the whole Order for so long. No one thought of replacing anything they had eaten, leaving Sirius with responsibility to do so. Then he needed to replace everything that the teens kept on destroying, pictures, lamps among other things in his home.
He never regretted letting the Order take housing in his home until right this minute. As he walked down the streets he couldn't help but remember having been held captive in his own home, no one really believing him innocent at first until Peter was captured.
He remembered the looks he would receive from everyone, looks of suspicion, wondering when he would turn on them. Remus was the worst. It had taken them a couple of years to get back into their relationship, a couple years of Remus pulling away from him and not wanting his touch. He was ecstatic when Remus let him make love to him for the first time in many years.
He cherished it with everything that he had. He had missed his lover all those years in prison, even though he was mad at him for just leaving him there and thinking he actually betrayed his friends. When he came out he thought that he would stay mad at his lover, but the moment he saw him everything washed away and all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around the man.
Now that Remus turned on him so fast for just trying to take care of someone who was truly hurt, he couldn't help but think that the man had never really went back to trusting him. As he looked upon the past couple of years he could now see the way Remus would look at him when he thought he wasn't looking in return. Then he thought about the way that Remus would turn away from him after sex and would never be in the bed when he awoke in the morning.
Sirius couldn't help but think the other man left their bed in the middle of the night now. Did he ever stay with him for a whole night or did he just make Sirius think that he did? Did Remus really love him still or was he just trying to placate Sirius' feelings. These thought made Sirius have to sit down on a bench in the middle of one of the street.
He heard laughing coming from down the way, making his head snap up at the familiar voice ringing in his ears. He caught sight of Remus, Harry and the Weasely twins walking out of the joke shop. His heart stopped when Remus glanced over in his direction and quickly looked away, pulling the boys into the other direction.
Sirius shook this thought out of his head and proceeded to the potion's shop, he needed to grab a couple things there to restock his home. Wanting to make sure he had everything he needed for Draco when he woke up. The bell clanged over the door, making him jump in surprise.
"Be right out." A voice yelled from the back room as Sirius made his way to the counter. The man belonging to the voice came out, head down looking in a book. Sirius' mouth dropped open when he saw who it was.
"Severus?" The mans head snapped up and looked directly into Sirius eyes.
"Black. What are you doing here?" Severus placed his book down and walked in front of Sirius, looking him over.
"I came to restock my stores. I have a patient in my home that was severally abused and I want to be sure I have what he needs when he awakens."
"Ah yes I heard you had my God-Son in your home. How is he?" Sirius was shocked by the concern in the other mans voice.
"He is still asleep. Hasn't woken since he came to my door."
"I'll grab the things that I think you will need when he wakes. Please inform me so I can see him." Severus stated as he walked around the shelves, grabbing things.
"I will. As long as you give me your word that you won't inform Lucius." Severus laughed, making Sirius' mouth drop open, never having heard the man laugh before.
"I would never endanger my God-Son in that way. I suspect that more than half of his abuse was coming from that man. I couldn't do anything of course, having been a spy." Sirius heard from around the back of the store.
"Alright. The moment he awakens I will owl you. I am sure he would be happy to have someone there who cares."
"Why are you helping him." Sirius jumped at the voice coming from behind him.
"He is family." He stated as if that was the easiest thing in the world. He turned around as he said this and saw Severus tilt his head in thought.
"What if he wasn't family. Would you still help him?" There was something behind Severus eyes that made Sirius wonder what he was getting at.
"Yes I would. He is sixteen years old and came to my door looking for help."
"So you would loose all your friends, your lover again, even if he wasn't family. Interesting!" Severus exclaimed as he placed the items he was holding into a bag and handing it to Sirius. "The instruction are on each bottle. Do not give him any of those until he is awake, along with what ever the Medi-Witch gave you."
"Thanks. I'll keep you posted. Come around any time you want to check on him." Sirius nodded his head to Severus as he walked out the door, trying to replay everything back in his head.
As he turned away from the store he ran into someone coming down the street. Holding onto his bag so he didn't drop it, he looked up and met Remus eyes.
"So do you still have that Death eater in your house." Remus asked as he looked at Sirius.
"Yes. He still needs my help. He's still in a coma and I'm not sending him away." Sirius held his ground as he stared back.
"Fine. I thought you would have came to your senses over night but I guess not." Remus began to walk away but Sirius grabbed his arm.
"Where are you staying?" He asked holding onto his lover, ex-lover.
"That does not concern you. Like I said last night we are no longer together if you keep HIM in your house." Remus pulled his arm free and walked away. Sirius just stood there watching the mans back, not knowing what to say.
