Title: Harlequin (3/4)

Pairing: Slytherin!Wolfstar

Author: Ella (ink teardrops)

Notes: And this is another AU, what would have happened if Remus and Sirius were sorted into Slytherin and if they were both a tad more rebellious/twisted. The prompts used were Wolfstar, forgotten and grief and as always, I hope you all enjoy!

"The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings." ― J. M. Barrie, The Little White Bird

i.

Darling, you may be a Slytherin but you'll never shine as jade as they do.

You sit there with your harlequin smile, wearing your icy mask but your eyes betray you – your eyes of raining down earth, which drums a pattern of compassion and twisted onto the ground – you're ambitious and sly, even, but you'll never be as glorious as them. If there's one word to describe you, it is forgotten – you are the boy who is grounded to the Earth: the boy who is destined to fade into history.

Sirius Black is the opposite of forgettable – Sirius Black dares to climb the sky, he is daring, Slytherin and wild and, he wants you – Sirius Black wants to feel the Earth beneath his feet again and perhaps, you are his best chance of doing so.

You finally feel like you can taste the sky.

You are sat together, on the rolling grass: a cigarette is dangling from his pale hands; a carefree grin stretches across his face.

"Want a drag, Remmie?" he smirks, his words stretching out into an endless haze of harlequin, "Or still stuck on that pathetic dying young thing?"

He blows a cloud of emerald smoke into the air and you frown.

"I thought you wanted to 'live forever'."

"Living forever doesn't mean never dying – it means your name existing eternally. Don't you want to make history books?"

For once, you have nothing to say in return, so you just lie back in the grass and long for the day that you can claim the heavens.

ii.

In life, Sirius was always blazing – he was an inferno that promised to rage on forever and ever.

When you find him, he is stone cold.

He doesn't return to your dormitory that night – the dark shadows that clutch his bed seem to grow longer by the second. By morning, worry has consumed your heart like fire and you go for a walk in the grounds.

You find him, slumped, against a tree trunk, an empty bottle of Firewhiskey and cigarette butts at his side. His skin is icy cold and white: you know, even before you feel his heartbeat that he is not with you anymore.

You are over.

You feel your heart exploding, sending burning shards of lost love around your body - Sirius stood too close to the fire and he got burnt beyond repair and, you took a risk and you stood too close to him and, now, as your blood has turned to molten pain, you know you got burnt as well.

(You'd burn a hundred times over if it would bring Sirius back.)

iii.

It's ironic that you always resented being forgettable and now all you want is to fade back into the shadows. Now, you are the Slytherin with the lost lover and the shattered eyes and whispers brush through the air, following you wherever you go.

Your place of peace is the top of the Astronomy Tower – where all you have for company is the distorted whispers of the wind and Sirius' last remaining cigarette.

You are standing on the precipice of the tower, blowing a faded cloud of jade smoke and watching it being carried away.

As the end of the cigarette glows cherry red, it almost feels like Sirius is by your side again. You imagine what you would say if he was here – you imagine lost whispers about living forever and climbing the sky; of silver eyes and green smoke; harlequin smiles and stolen kisses.

"S-S-Sirius, w-why did you leave me?"

The wind's embrace almost feels like his mouth trailing along your collarbone again and, your heart aches with emptiness – you inch even closer to the edge and you wonder if you could survive the fall.

(You hope you won't.)

You toss your still-glowing cigarette off the edge and you watch it slowly fade and float towards the ground and you pray that you will burn out that easily. You spread your wings and you hope that they'll fail you.

iv.

You awake to a cool hand on your face and a fluid voice snaking its way into your ear.

"You made it," he says and you swear that the Red Sea parts again, because suddenly, your world has split in two.

"I did," you whisper.

Silver tears seem to be slowly running down Sirius' pale cheeks.

"Remus, living forever means forever here – it's not just another empty promise so, what do you say?" he asks, and his smile stretches on in a stream of always and you swear you can't see it ending.

You hold out your hand and he takes it and he leads you away to your own little slice of eternity.

You are his, again and you will never be anything else.