Happy New Year all you lovely people!

I've basically figured out where I want this story to go, and it's going to be split into two parts. This is part one, which is what happens between when Regulus saves Sirius until September first when Caelum starts Hogwarts.

If there is anything in particular you wish to see, then I'm open to suggestions. How Regulus survived will happen somewhere in part one, so look forward to those bits. I got the idea for the tapestry from Shayalonnie. Seriously, check out her stories, they are amazing.

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Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and only the story line and any OC's belong to me.

Thursday, 17th February, 1981

"The tapestry, Reggie," Emmeline frowned, sitting on the floor; her head thrown back to look at the ceiling.

"I charmed it before we got married Emmie, remember?" Regulus responded, bending down to kiss her forehead.

"I was just wondering if it'll work when Caelum is born," Emmeline pursed her lips in thought, hand automatically moving to rub her swollen stomach.

"Don't worry, love. It'll work," Regulus assured her.

"I think we should charm the ceilings to show the stars and sky like in the Great Hall," she scrunched up her nose, pushing her lilac hair out of her eyes. It had grown a great deal since the first day he met her. Back then it had been a couple inches below her ears, now it came down to the small of her back. A lot does happen in five years, the two of them were living proof of that.

...

Dead end after Dead end. Nothing he tried seemed to work. Everything he did was an exercise in futility. There was no legal action he could take to get Harry back from the Dursleys. Petunia was officially listed as Lily's next of kin. If Sirius was here, and not wanted for mass murder and suspected of being a Death Eater; then things would be different. Most people didn't even know where Harry was, just all that Dumbledore had said, "Harry Potter is safe and sound."

One afternoon Remus stroked his chin thoughtfully and seriously considered going to Privet Drive and demanding that Petunia hand Harry over. It was beyond mental. Crazy. Exactly what Sirius would have done. That same afternoon, he found himself diving into his Father's liquour cabinet, withdrawing several bottles of Firewhisky. Drowning his sorrows.

I can't go to Privet Drive. Dumbledore would find me and take Harry in no time. I could leave England, but that may provide too difficult, seeing as I don't have enough money or any connections to help smuggle me out of the country. Getting an international portkey set up when you've just stolen away the 'Boy Who Lived' would not be easy. Prongs would have loved that. 'Boy Who Lived'.

Remus stared at the bottle, touching his lips to the spout, tossing some of the burning liquid back. He knew he shouldn't drink. He always felt like absolute rubbish afterwards, he wasn't sure if it was because he was a Werewolf, or because he couldn't hold his liquor. Either way he knew it was a horrid idea, a terrible idea, and he was most certainly going to regret it in the morning. Lily would have hated what they are calling Harry. James would have hated what they're saying about Sirius. Can't imagine they'd be terribly pleased that Dumbledore sent their son off to live with Petunia either. Remus didn't even notice he was crying until a teardrop fell onto his hand. All of the emotions that he'd been keeping bottled up, gushed out all at once. His Mother dying before the War ended, Lyall dying last month, James and Lily. Sirius. Peter. All of it. Before he knew it, he was openly sobbing, his cries rebounding through the empty house.

Somehow he managed to put the bottle on the small table beside him. His hands moving to clutch at his hair, then rubbing violently up and down his face. He was experiencing an overload of emotions, and his body didn't quite know how to deal with it, how to let it out.

Everyone was gone. Everyone. He was all alone. It had never occurred to him that this could happen, that he would outlast the majority of his friends. Being a Werewolf, he was the one that had a shortened life span, he was the one who had been sent to spy amongst the Werewolf packs; not entirely expecting to make it out of there alive. It was all a nightmare, one that didn't go away when he woke up. It was always there, crushing down on him, swallowing him whole, making it hard to breathe. At some point, he passed out from the emotional exertion and turmoil he was going through, holding his face in his hands as he curled up in his armchair.

The morning after his migraine was practically unbearable, his vision was a bit distorted and blurry, and he felt how he did the morning after the Full Moon, but tenfold.

It didn't help in the slightest that there was this light knocking on the door. What? Who could that possibly be. Everything was spinning when he managed to stand up, shakily making his way to his left, when he finally reached the wall, he sagged in relief against it. Slowly walking to the door, each step was torture, and his brain felt like it had been pasteurised.

When he finally reached the front door, he opened it with some effort, leaning now against the doorframe. Wincing and rubbing his eyes with how bright the sun was.

"Good morning, Remus," Pandora Lovegood stood there happily, a small bundle in her arms. A baby girl, whose silvery blue eyes were watching him curiously; Remus' eyes widened when he saw her cock her head to the side and smile. Shaking his head and deciding that there was no way that the little girl understood what was going on, chalking it up to him being hungover.

"Pandora?"

"I just popped in to see how you're doing. I don't have many friends anymore, and I sense that one of the few that remained needed some help." Pandora said airily, "may I come in, please?"

"Yea, course. It's a bit dinghy, but-"

"It's quite lovely in its' own way. It's sad because of the things that happened here, the house feels your pain, Remus." Pandora said a bit sombrely as she entered the house.

"You said help a friend? Were you referring to me?" Remus frowned, slowly piecing together things, his migraine hindering most linear trails of thought.

"Here, drink this," Pandora's free hand dove into her pocket and she held up a small round bottle up, filled with translucent, lavender liquid, "it'll help. Trust me."

Remus looked at the bottle dubiously, but he complied nonetheless, nodding gratefully as he gently took the bottle from the Witch. Taking a deep breath before removing the stopper, bracing himself to be hit with a pungent odour of some sort like most medicine he's ever had to take had. However it smelled soft, delicate, and he felt the fog in his mind start to disperse. Still a bit cautious, he took a tentative sip, the light liquid sliding smoothly down his throat, it felt like silk caressing his insides.

"What is that?" Remus asked after a few more sips, feeling exponentially better instantly.

"Just something I whipped up, I'm glad it helped," Pandora smiled, strolling across the room and gently placing her daughter in the armchair that Remus had previously occupied.

"What's her name?"

"Luna," Pandora smiled proudly. "Unfortunately she most likely will not have any siblings." Remus balked at her statement for a moment, unsure exactly how to interpret it.

"I do hope you will take care of her in her second year, Remus," Pandora commented lightly, having made her way back over to him.

"Her second year?" Remus asked a bit perplexed.

"Oh, how silly of me. At Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts..." Remus whispered the word reverently, "what do you mean, Pandora?"

"Oh, that would spoil all of the fun. Do take care of yourself, Remus. I expect you should see him soon, that should help ease the pain of not being able to get Harry from those Muggles." Pandora smiled gently.

"Would you like some tea?" It was the first thing that came to mind, and even though he wanted to ask who she was referring to, he knew the chances of getting a straight answer was highly improbable.

"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose, Remus," Pandora shook her head, reaching out to grasp his shoulder. "It has been quite lovely to see you, I think it may be best if I go now. It is soon time for Luna's nap." Pandora glided over to her daughter, there was always something ethereal about the woman, her feet never seemed to touch the ground.

Remus followed her as she head towards the door, opening it for her, and she nodded gratefully at him. "I do hope to see you soon, Remus," Pandora added before she began to walk away.

"Get home safely!" Remus called after her, just as she disapparated away. Part of him was curious as to the effects on an infant that would be caused by apparation, but the rest of him was utterly exhausted. It had been a pleasant, albeit a tad odd visit.

That night Remus slept a bit easier, Some of the things that Pandora said, whilst terribly perplexing were also comforting in their own way. He was hopeful and determined to either find Sirius or gain custody of Harry. Tomorrow was a new day, and for the first time in months, things didn't seem so grim.

...

Wednesday, January 6th, 1982

Regulus Black's Cottage

"No."

"I just want to contact Moony," Sirius said for the umpteenth time.

"I'm telling you it's a terrible idea. Dumbledore probably has him wrapped around his little finger." Regulus rolled his eyes, watching Caelum roll around in his crib, waving around his rattle; it had been his Mother's and even though it was over twenty years old, it was still its' original deep blue colour.

"We don't know that," Sirius argued, taking a long drag from his coffee cup.

"It's too risky either way, the same way we can't use barge into those Muggles home and steal back the 'Boy Who Lived'. We'll have the entire Wizarding World looking for us with a fervour unrivalled by anything else," Regulus reminded his brother for the millionth time. Sirius had not shut up about taking Harry back from his Muggle relatives since he had learned of his whereabouts. Regulus still had his ways of retrieving information, so whilst it was slower than he would have liked, this way they knew some of what was going on in the Wizarding World.

"How did you even find out that's where he is?" Sirius had asked suspiciously months ago.

"I have my connections, big brother," Regulus has responded vaguely.

"Fine, if we can't go rescue Harry from those rotten Muggles, then at least let me talk to Remus."

Regulus looked up from his son and met his brother's pleading eyes, in a cold tone he replied, "if you must, but if you get caught I'm not going to be able to save you this time."

...

That was how Sirius Black found himself sitting in front of Lupin Den in his animagus form, tongue sticking out of his mouth. For the most part it looked deserted, but Sirius could smell him, Remus, Moony. Regulus had given him a bit of polyjuice potion just in case, but Sirius had opted not to use it.

His ears perked up when he heard shuffling, and the smell got stronger. Remus smelled like parchment and grass after it had just rained.

Sirius was suddenly hit with how bad an idea this was if Regulus was right. If Moony did believe what the Prophet-what everyone said about him. How he betrayed Prongs and Lily, and killed Peter and twelve Muggles all in the same night. Shaking his head, he decided he needed to get out of here. Everyone else's hatred he could handle, Moony's? It would be unbearable. He couldn't lose him too.

Sirius stood up on all fours, his tail swishing behind him as he got up and began to trot away.

"Sirius?" His voice was so broken and small, Sirius froze in his tracks, twisting his head back to look at the only one of his best mates that he had left.

"Sirius, you're...here," Remus had tears streaming down his face, hand clutching at the front of his holey jumper, the other thrust into his hair, knuckles white.

Sirius shifted, taking a hesitant step towards his best friend. "Moony, you're looking as dashing as ever," he said with a shaky smile.

Before Sirius could say anything else, Remus closed the space between them and hugged him tightly. Sirius could feel his body wracking with broken sobs, and after a few minutes his hands moved to encircle his friend.

"I didn't do it Remus, Peter was the secret keeper, he betrayed Prongs and Li-" Sirius started before Remus' lips crashed over his. A bit taken aback, Sirius stood frozen. Remus pulled back quickly, cheeks red, eyes a bit puffy, looking utterly horrified.

"I-I-I didn't mean to-"

Sirius didn't let him get another word in, before he grasped Remus' cheeks gently. Softly, voice barely above a whisper he murmured, "Moony." Sirius pressed his forehead against Remus' closing his eyes tightly. He had missed his best friend, the person who was always there for him, who had forgiven him for what he did in Sixth year. The stupid, stupid, stupid thing. The boy he had a crush on for years, who had flourished into a man. Now the two of them were so broken, their naivety crushed and they were still in their early twenties. Eyes that used to be filled with such hope, were haunted by things they had seen. "I love you, you idiot."

Sirius didn't see Remus' reaction as much as hear it. The Werewolf's heart rate quickened and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"I love you too, Pads."

Two things. Yes this is a Wolfstar, and if that makes you unhappy or uncomfortable. Sorry, I am. That is how it's going to be however. If you don't ship them, that's fine, but I really wanted to have one of my stories involving those two lovable idiots together.

Second, I'm really torn between them stealing away Harry and raising him with Caelum and leaving him with the Dursleys (trust me, that idea hurts my heart), but I have this distinct feeling that then I'll have to deal with Dumbledore. I can't see him letting go of Harry that easily, especially without a fight. Colubrina's 'Like Brothers' is beautiful in that way, Harry is raised with love, with Sirius, Narcissa, Lucius and Draco and ugh all the feelings. So I'm really thinking about stealing him away, but I have an entire plot written out where until his first year his life with the Dursleys is the same and unchanged (mainly).

Please review and let me know what you think! :)

Love you,

Indieblue xxx