That night, the fifth years had a party in the Common Room. Everyone was in need of blowing off some steam with the stress from O.W.L.s, so as well as Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs attended the party.
Sirius was still in his room, listening to the distant thud of music from downstairs, a stupid grin on his face.
Under his bed, he'd buried something that looked a lot like paper, but it was separated into tiny bits.
He'd forgotten it was even there, but remembered upon hearing a careless comment made by Remus during the day.
It was carefully wrapped in a plastic bag, and Sirius pulled it out, releasing it from the bag and ripping a tab free.
He stuck out his tongue and placed it on the tip, closing his mouth, and lay back, listening to the thuds.
Ten minutes later, he rose to his feet, heading down to the party.
It was already a rager, students packed in all places possible. Sirius managed to fight his way through, searching for a familiar face.
He soon found James, in the centre as per usual, and dragged him off to get some food.
James had just managed to ask the house elves for food when the effects of the acid kicked in.
Everything was a swirl of colours and he wasn't sure what was there anymore. James' face was swaying in and out of focus as he yelled, or laughed, because Sirius honestly couldn't tell anymore.
Which way was up?
He was on the floor, or the wall, or the ceiling, or all three, and about to fall over, or through. He lost his sense of direction as a huge haze exploded in his mind like a volcano, giggles erupting from his mouth and turning into fireworks in front of him. He was staggering, even though he was on the floor, he was going to fall, how could he if he was passed out?
And now time had thrown him on a counter, on a windowsill, on a step, and voices were swirling in and around him, yelling, whispering laughing, everything, and getting progressively louder and louder, vomiting rainbow coloured spurts all over his face.
And suddenly, he was back in the Common Room, but it was a swimming pool and it had red-velvet sharks.
He was on top of one, yelling in glee as he rode it, his wand at his throat, and managed to spit out a single coherent sentence, which boomed around the gathering and had everyone staring at him.
"Is this thing on?"
He removed his wand, and began howling with laughter, tumbling off the shark and splashing into the carpeted waters of oblivion, where he rolled in brown mud but somehow stayed clean.
"Make way for the King!"
The next thing he knew, he was staggering back through the wall, the hole, clutching six bottles he'd somehow procured, bowing to the millions of adoring dragons in front of him and slamming them down onto a rock.
A huge cheer exploded as a waterfall of paint, throwing him against a wall and pinning him there, where he laughed and laughed.
This dream was the best thing he'd ever experienced.
An owl was hooting in front of him, a five foot seven owl. With brown hair…
The feathers melted into features, but he didn't know who, and he couldn't hear anything over the pounding of his own heart.
He carelessly shoved the other person away, laughing euphorically, tripped over a boulder, and tumbled to the metal ground.
Minutes or hours later, and someone was knelt next to him, a complete, full person. Remus Lupin, in actuality, gazing down at him with concern.
And the only words he managed to mumble?
"Oh shit, it's not a dream."
Remus' breath came out in spurts of sound.
Sirius would have giggled, but Remus was shrouded in gold, glowing and shimmering before him.
He waved his hand, squinting at the light, non-sensical murmurs escaping his lips.
"I can't turn you offffffff."
And suddenly, he was leaning forward to kiss the boy before him, and suddenly, he was gone.
The room was engulfed in purple smoke, swaying to the pounding of the music. Everything was shrouded in it, and everyone was just a skull, bleeding out the smoke, coughing it and vomiting it and spraying it from their mouths, and then one skull turned to another and bit a chunk from it's head, and suddenly, the skulls were made of liquorice, with blank eye sockets and laughing mouths, mocking him, spilling out the voices although their jaws never moved.
He was collapsed in an armchair, his pupils so dilated they nearly covered his entire irises, watching the walls cough colours in explosions of magic across the room, until they turned angry and wielded weapons, stabbing each other, and the skulls punched holes into them, and suddenly, they were bleeding out of the holes, bleeding colours, dripping them where they met on the floor, swirling to form one huge yellow puddle, and the skulls were slipping in it, going flying and shattering on each other, cracking, until everything melted into one huge oblivion filled with shrieks.
His head snapped round, surveying the room, looking for something, almost like someone had called him, shouted his name, but nothing was there. Everything was shrouded with smoke and puddles.
Everything span with the masses of swirling bodies.
A hot sweaty blonde girl grinned at him, the one person who's smile didn't crack open their face and turn them into a dancing skeleton, revealing their souls. But she was being swallowed, and he was on his feet, he needed to follow her, needed to find her, before she was engulfed by the hungry mass, before she melted away…
He needed her, needed her more than anything, but she was gone, his paper was gone, everyone was gone…
Was he lucid, because this room was completely empty, and he was staggering around in a dusky place, searching, searching, for something that had never been there, and never would be.
The nothingness couldn't transport him into the mouths of dragons, snapping, lurching and vomiting him up. He couldn't swim in the T-Rex's mouth, it wasn't possible.
It had to be a dream, he had to be dreaming, sailing on his consciousness.
He needed to get away, he needed to get out, but there was no escape, he was trapped between two realms, and no one was waking him, no one was trying to help him escape, he didn't know how, he didn't know…
"I need someone to slap me in the fucking face!" he screamed desperately, in one futile hope, roaring as loud as possible, praying he could be heard over the howls of the vultures…
Someone hit him, and he went flying backwards through time, and now he was on a cloud, before the beginning of time, and Remus Lupin had somehow infiltrated his dream, his reality.
Remus was leant over him, whispering, but he couldn't hear over the voices. The voices were too loud, and Remus would leave if Sirius didn't answer. He couldn't let Remus leave, because then he'd be alone and he couldn't be alone, there was room for two on the cloud.
He couldn't turn Remus off, but he could turn Remus on.
Hungrily, he pressed their lips together, explosions ricocheting across his mind, giving into the magnetic attraction that constantly drew him to Remus, because he loved Remus, he needed him, he needed to show him.
He flipped Remus over, and he lurched on top of him, grinding their hips together desperately as he threw all of his passion into the kiss. He needed to show Remus that it didn't matter that the walls were melting, and the room was dancing, and the lights were throwing up rubies, all that mattered was him and Remus, here and now.
And now he was flying, as they flew to a better place, as he was dominated by Remus, bitten and fucked through his oblivion and back to reality.
Hours, days, minutes later, and he was downstairs again, blinking groggily through the nightmare axe-weilder cutting through every part of his skull.
James, Peter and Remus were all sat in front of him, and it was morning, sunlight filtering through sleepy curtains.
Every inch of him was shaking. All of his memories were gone, from the last night. Thinking hurt. Feeling hurt.
Living hurt.
He threw on a smile, and quietly wondered why Remus wasn't wearing a shirt, and his shoulder was sporting a tremendous bite mark. He wondered why James had bruises on his jaw and why half of his hair was scarlet.
Most of all, he wondered why the hell he was making the effort to stay awake, when weights were dragging him into the depths.
And he might look okay, but maybe he hadn't managed to shake it off completely.
He just knew that Remus caught him as soon as he fell.
A/N: I have no idea what doing acid is like. And I realise it got seriously weird at the end there. I'll do another chapter in Remus'/Peter's/James' POV next.
Hope you enjoyed.
