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A/N: OMG! I am shocked with the amount of hits this tory is getting! It went from 326 hits on chapter two, to 675 hits on chapter three! I cried when I read some of the reviews and saw that I was listed in a C2 already! I'm really touched that some of you said you had cried or teared up during the flashback. That is one of the biggest honors of an author, evoking emotions in the readers. Thank you guys so much! A huge thanks to my beta's Wuff and Pickles and Twigs once more. Here's chapter four, enjoy!

WARNING: There is none! This chapter is on the mild side, so no need to fear!

Ch 4.
Amor Vos Frater

Knock knock knock.

Remus looked up at the front door as the gentle knocking continued. Who on earth would be knocking on his door this late at night? It was nearly midnight. "Sirius, maybe you should transform, just in case," Remus said, feeling a bit nervous. He knew it was probably only an Order member, but he was still scared about Sirius being discovered. It was the night after the full moon and he wasn't feeling as horrible as he normally did. Having Sirius there with him when he transformed calmed the wolf a great deal.

Sirius frowned. He knew he had to keep himself hidden, but Remus was just outright paranoid. "Fine, I'll go in the back then." Sirius sighed as he made his way to the back bedroom, where he formed into the great black dog.

Remus stood from the sofa he had recently been curled up with Sirius on, and went to the door. "Oh, Professor Dumbledore. What brings you here so late?" Remus said as he allowed the old man entry. He was relieved to see his old Headmaster. Sirius didn't have to hide with Dumbledore here.

Albus Dumbledore smiled warmly at the werewolf as he entered the small flat. He looked around quickly, his eyes taking in the shabbiness of his surroundings. "Remus, my friend. I have a proposition for our mutual escaped prisoner," Dumbledore said with a soft chuckle and a twinkle in his eye. He flashed a knowing smile; it had finally come time to tell Sirius.

Remus laughed and nodded. "I'll go get him, sir." Remus walked to the back bedroom. He saw Padfoot lying on his bed, looking up and wagging his tail as Remus entered. "Come on, Padfoot, it's only Professor Dumbledore. He wants to speak with you. My bed better not smell like dog tonight," he teased with a smirk. He knew why Dumbledore had come, and was starting to feel a bit anxious about the whole plan.

Padfoot leapt off the bed and padded his way into the living room. He galloped up to Dumbledore and licked his hand affectionately before stepping back and turning back into his human form. "Hello, Albus, old man! Remus said you wanted to speak with me?" Sirius said as he smiled at the old wizard. He sat down on the sofa and motioned for Dumbledore to take the armchair across from him.

Dumbledore obligingly sat down and gratefully took the cup of tea being offered to him by Remus. He waited for Remus to sit down beside Sirius on the sofa before embarking on his proposition. "Well, as you both well know, the Order of The Phoenix has been reinstated and is in active duty once more." He waited for their nods of confirmation. "Now, things are starting to get a bit difficult. We have not been able to have a proper meeting since that fateful night nearly a month ago. I've been searching for a place to be deemed the Headquarters for the Order, but it has been extremely difficult," Dumbledore explained. He took a sip of his tea, waiting for some reaction from the two men.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, frowning in concentration. "I'm not sure I understand what this has to do with me, sir. I obviously have nothing to offer you, especially some sort of Headquarters," Sirius said, a little more bitterly then he had planned on.

Dumbledore smiled and chuckled lightly. "Oh but you do, Sirius. It has come to my attention that since the death of your late mother, Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place has been transferred to your estate. Your parents did not deem anyone as the beneficiary of the house in their will, therefore it goes to the oldest living Black family member. The house is yours, Sirius," Dumbledore said softly, leaning forward slightly.

Sirius' jaw dropped as he stared at the old man. The house he had grown up in, up until he was sixteen, the house his parents were so hell-bent on never giving to Sirius, was his? Well, he didn't want it. He couldn't stand the place and he had vowed to never step foot in that wretched house ever again. "You can have it, do whatever you want with it. I have no use for it," Sirius said quickly, looking away from Dumbledore. He caught Remus' eye and saw that he looked slightly worried. Had Remus known this all along?

Dumbledore nodded slowly, absently twisting the bottom of his beard between his fingers. "This is where the difficult part ensues. I know that you have made yourself quite comfortable here with Remus, Sirius, but the fact remains that you are not safe from being found. It is putting Remus at risk of investigation by the Ministry, as they know you two were quite close before you were imprisoned. I do not wish for Remus to have to go through any trouble. The House of Black has every concealment protection known to wizarding kind placed upon it. I believe it would be a much better idea for all parties involved if you were to move into Headquarters, Sirius." Dumbledore was waiting for the explosion, but he would have none of it.

Sirius stood up quickly, his breathing quickening. "I will not live in that house again, Albus! I can't stand that place!" He looked over at Remus, who was purposefully not looking at him. "You knew this the whole time, didn't you?" Sirius asked of Remus.

Remus sighed and looked up at Sirius. He had known this was going to happen. "Sirius, please. Albus is right, you're not safe here. I don't want you to be thrown back in Azkaban because I couldn't protect you," Remus said softly, feeling incredibly guilty for keeping this from Sirius.

Sirius snorted and shook his head. "So this is your way of kicking me out, eh? Sending me to live in that horrible place I had to call home, while you stay here and 'protect' me?" Sirius couldn't believe Remus had planned this. Was this what Dumbledore had him doing on those missions? He felt betrayed and hurt that Remus hadn't warned him.

"Sirius, Remus will be moving into the house along with you. Due to certain circumstances, this flat and those around it are going to be destroyed within the next week." Dumbledore said, standing up himself. "I will make this quite clear, Sirius; this is not a request. You will move into the house, now that I have your permission to make it into the Headquarters for the Order." Dumbledore had not been unkind, but his words had an obvious air of finality to them. "I must head off now, I'm afraid. There is much work to do. I expect you to have everything you need packed and ready to be moved within the next two weeks. Goodnight." With that, Dumbledore left the flat.

Remus stood up and moved closer to Sirius, who had turned his back on him and was glaring at the wall. "Sirius... I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Professor Dumbledore made me swear not to tell because he knew you would react this way," Remus said quietly as he put a hand gently on Sirius' shoulder.

Sirius shrugged Remus' hand off and moved away from him. He turned to look at Remus, pure misery etched onto his face. "I've simply traded one prison for another, Remus," he whispered before walking into the bedroom and slamming the door behind him. To hell with it being Remus' flat. Remus could sleep on the sofa tonight for all Sirius cared.

RSRSRSRSRS

Remus awoke as the early morning sun peaked through the thin curtains of the living room window. He stood up slowly from the sofa, which had been his bed that night. Remus had not even attempted to enter his room after Sirius had slammed the door on him. He knew all he needed was a bit of time to cool off. He felt horrible for not telling Sirius about the plan, but he had sworn to Dumbledore that he wouldn't speak a word of it to Sirius.

Remus shuffled tiredly over to his bedroom door and knocked gently. "Sirius, can I please come in? You know the only bathroom is in there, right?" Remus said, trying to lighten up the mood a bit. He wasn't even sure if Sirius was awake or not.

With a soft click, the door opened slowly, Sirius holding it open for Remus. Sirius didn't say a word as he looked at the sleepy-looking werewolf. He felt bad for kicking Remus out of his own room. It wasn't his fault, this was all Dumbledore's work.

Remus walked in and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at Sirius with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Padfoot... I really am," he said with a small frown.

Sirius sighed and plopped down onto the bed beside Remus. He leaned his head to rest on Remus' shoulder, pouting slightly. "It's ok, Moony. It's not your fault. I'm sorry for snapping at you," Sirius whispered, reaching for his lover's hand and entwining their fingers together.

Remus smiled as Sirius took his hand. He leaned down and placed a quick kiss on Sirius' cheek. "It's alright. I would be mad, too, if I were you. But, it won't be all bad. At least I get to move in with you," Remus said as he brushed a piece of onyx hair away from Sirius' eyes.

Sirius nodded and smiled. That was the only aspect of the whole plan that appealed to him; having Remus there living with him. "Why is the flat being destroyed, Remus? Merlin, you've lived here for a long time," Sirius said, snuggling a bit closer to Remus.

Remus nodded and sighed. He would actually miss his dingy little flat. There were so many memories here, though most of them weren't very happy ones, he realized. "They've been threatening to close down these flats because they aren't structurally safe anymore. They finally got the go-ahead from the owners of the land to take them down, and gave everyone a month to leave. Good thing Dumbledore found out you own The Black House, or we'd both be homeless." Remus sighed. He wouldn't have had enough gold to rent another flat, even if he had wanted to.

Sirius sat up and looked into Remus' eyes, which looked slightly pained. He had not even thought of the fact that Remus would have no other place to go. He resolved to get over his discomfort of having to go back to his old home. As long as Remus was there with him, everything would be ok. "Let's get packing then," he said with a smile.

Remus sighed in relief and let out an amused snort. He leaned forward and kissed Sirius. "I love you, you git," Remus teased, smiling against Sirius' lips.

Sirius laughed and pulled Remus into another kiss. "I love you too, prat," Sirius teased back wrapping his arms lightly around the werewolf. "I missed you last night," he whispered into Remus' ear.

Remus shivered at the feeling of Sirius' hot breath against his ear. He smiled as he let his hand snake up the back of Sirius' shirt. "Mmm, I missed you too," he muttered, placing a kiss on the warm flesh of Sirius' neck. He had indeed missed the warm presence of Sirius sleeping beside him that night.

Sirius let out a content sigh as he let Remus kiss and nibble his neck. He loved the feeling of those lips on his skin, leaving a burning trail of desire on his skin. He gently pushed Remus down onto the bed, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips. He leaned down and caught Remus' lips in a passionate kiss, rolling his hips in a teasing fashion.

Remus let out a low moan as Sirius rolled his hips against him. His hand found its way into Sirius' silky black locks as he kissed his lover back, feeling that familiar tingle sweeping throughout his entire body. "We need to pack, Padfoot," he muttered against Sirius' lips.

Sirius moved down to kiss and suck on the sensitive areas of Remus' neck, running a hand up the front of his shirt to tease the many scars across his chest. He smirked devilishly as he looked back up at Remus. "Oh, I intend to," Sirius said huskily before returning his attention back onto Remus' neck.

Remus chuckled as he savored the feeling of Sirius' weight on top of him. He pulled Sirius' head up gently. "That's not the kind of 'packing' I was referring to, my love," Remus said, the intimate moment obviously over.

Sirius sighed and frowned as he rolled off of Remus and onto his side, facing the werewolf. "Oh, fine then. You're no fun, Moony," Sirius teased, snaking his hand back up the front of Remus' shirt. He loved teasing the sensitive flesh of Remus' scars.

Remus smirked before closing the distance between them and kissing Sirius deeply on the lips. "We can have fun later after we move. I promise," Remus whispered. This was a significant promise, considering they had still not gone as far as having sex since Sirius had come to stay with him. Touching, kissing, and a little bit of fondling, but no sex.

Sirius' eyes grew wide, as did his smile. He bit his lip as he lightly played with Remus' golden brown hair. "Really? You mean that?" Sirius asked, not daring to believe it. He had wanted to be with Remus so bad, but had not pushed the matter very far. He knew Remus would let him know when he was ready to take it back up to the next step.

Remus smiled and kissed Sirius quickly before standing up and holding out a hand to help Sirius up off the bed. "Of course I mean it, Padfoot. Now come on, we've got some packing to do." Remus smiled.

Sirius took his hand and allowed Remus to help him up. He pulled Remus against him, however, and met his lips once more. "You are one big tease, you know that?" Sirius said with a smirk. He was only kidding, but Remus was indeed a huge tease.

Remus laughed and kissed Sirius back. He snaked his hand around and tightly squeezed Sirius ass before pulling away and conjuring a pile of boxes for them to fill. "I know I am," Remus teased with a smirk.

RSRSRSRS

"Are you sure you don't want to take the sofa, Moony? I know how much you like it, it was your mum's," Sirius said as he taped close the final box of dishes and sat it down gently beside all of the other boxes lining the living room walls. It was weird seeing the flat so bare and unhomely.

Remus shook his head, tapping his wand on a box of books and watching as tape wrapped itself tightly around the flaps of the box. "We won't need it, Sirius. Your house is still fully furnished. Besides, where would we put it? It's not that important," Remus reassured Sirius with a warm smile. He did indeed have a fondness for the crimson sofa which his mother had given him, but he was right, they didn't need it.

Sirius sighed as he walked over and wrapped his arms around Remus' waist lovingly. "Ok, only if you're sure," Sirius said with a smile before kissing the werewolf gently on the lips.

Remus smiled as he kissed Sirius back, wrapping his arms around Sirius' neck and pulling him closer. He was just about to sit down and pull Sirius down onto the sofa with him when the door of the flat opened and in walked the silver haired Dumbledore.

Sirius quickly jumped back from Remus, flushing bright red as he coughed and pretended to busy himself with a box that was already properly packed. He was not sure if Dumbledore was aware of their relationship or not, but he certainly would be now.

Dumbledore chuckled as he closed the door behind him and strolled into the living room. "Excuse me, I should have knocked. How rude of me," he said with an amused grin. He looked to Remus, who was smirking shyly and blushing as he moved a box off of the kitchen counter. "Oh really, you two. You act as if I'm daft simply because I'm old. You need not pretend like you're not madly in love with each other in my presence," Dumbledore said with an exasperated sigh.

There was a crash of breaking glass as Sirius dropped a mug he had been about to pack. "Shit, sorry. Er...I don't have a wand to mend it," Sirius said, blushing even more crimson, if possible. Well, it was easier this way. Remus and Sirius would not have to explain themselves to Dumbledore at least.

Remus laughed as he walked over and repaired the mug with a flick of his wand. He bent down and picked it up, handing it back to Sirius. He turned back to Dumbledore, still smiling. "Thanks, Professor," was all he offered. "We really do need to find you a wand, Sirius. You truly do suck at packing without one," Remus teased.

Dumbledore chuckled as he reached into the pocket of his robes and drew out a formidable-looking wand. It was ten and a quarter inches and made out of black rose wood, with a thestral hair core. "I found this at Headquarters, Sirius. If my memory serves me right, it belonged to your brother, Regulus," Dumbledore said as he held out the wand to Sirius.

Sirius walked forward slowly and took the wand from Dumbledore. He had recognized it immediately as his little brother's wand. It had been a very long time since he had seen it. He examined it closely in his hands, running his fingers along it and relishing how it fit perfectly in his grip. It was almost identical to his own wand, the only difference being the length. It was evidence of how very much alike he and Regulus had been. He gulped and looked up at Dumbledore, smiling lightly. "Thank you. I had no idea he had left it. Where did you find it in the house?" Sirius asked curiously. The circumstances of Regulus' death were still a mystery, as was the location of his brother's body. However, he had been sure wherever Regulus had gone, that his wand had gone with him.

Dumbledore sat down on the armchair and shook back the sleeves of his elaborately purple robes. He smiled as he looked up at Sirius. "Actually, it's really quite interesting. I was sure that Regulus' wand had been lost with him. However, on inspection of the house, I found this wand lying on your bed in your old room, Sirius," Dumbledore explained, quite intrigued by the wand's appearance.

Sirius' jaw dropped. His brother's wand had been found on his bed? He gulped down the knot in his throat and quickly looked down, blinking back the tears that began to surface. "I have no idea how it could have gotten there. Regulus was sure to have had it with him when he...disappeared," Sirius said in shaky voice, not looking up at the old wizard or at Remus.

Dumbledore nodded his head softly as he studied Sirius' emotional reaction to the news. "I have a theory about that. I believe that Regulus may have known his end was coming soon. He knew you would probably not go back to that house for a very long time, if ever, so he left his wand on your bed. It took me nearly two hours to figure out the password to your room. Do you remember what it was?" Dumbledore asked with a curious look.

Sirius nodded and wiped away the stray tears. He let out a shaky laugh as he recalled the password. "'Slytherin sucks'," he said with an amused grin. "It took you two hours to figure that out, sir?" he asked Dumbledore with a chuckle.

Dumbledore chuckled himself. "Actually that was the very first thing I tried. The password had been changed, it appears. This is why I came up with my theory about Regulus," Dumbledore said, a more serious look crossing his features.

Sirius raised an eyebrow at this. Had Regulus really changed his password? "What was the password then, sir?" Sirius asked curiously.

Dumbledore smiled lightly, a twinkle in his amazingly blue eyes. "Amor Vos Frater," he said, pausing to see if Sirius knew what it meant. He continued as Sirius looked confused, though Remus had a look of comprehension on his face. "It means 'Love You Brother' in Latin," he said simply, smiling warmly.

Sirius gasped and tried to hide his choked sob as he covered his mouth with his hand. He and Regulus had not been on very good terms in the last years of Regulus' life. Sirius was under the impression that his brother had hated him thoroughly, though he did not hate Regulus at all. He let himself be pulled into a hug by Remus as tears began to flow down his cheeks.

The three men stayed in silence for a while as Sirius continued to cry on Remus' shoulder, still clutching his brother's wand in his hand. After a few calming breaths, Sirius pulled away from Remus and wiped the tears from his eyes. He sniffled and sighed. "Thank you, Albus," he said quietly with a smile. He was grateful for not only having his brother's wand, but knowing the truth about how his brother had really felt.

Dumbledore stood up and nodded lightly, smiling at Sirius. "It is perfectly clear that Regulus wanted you to have his wand. I'm just happy to oblige in that manner. Now, is everything ready to go here?" he said, looking from Sirius to Remus.

Remus nodded and took a look around the flat. "Yes, everything is packed and ready. I'm assuming we're leaving tonight? The flat is due to be taken down tomorrow," Remus said, lightly rubbing Sirius' back in a comforting gesture.

Dumbledore nodded and pulled out a curious-looking pocket watch. He examined the time and put it away again. "Yes, tonight would be an ideal time to move. Your belongings will all be placed in the drawing room across from Sirius' bedroom on the second floor of the house. I did not set up a room for you, however, seeing as how I thought you'd simply share Sirius' room," Dumbledore said with a knowing smile.

Remus blushed lightly but smiled back at his old Headmaster. "Thank you. But, er... How is all my stuff getting there?" Remus asked, curious as to how they were supposed to move the many boxes to the heart of London in the middle of the day.

Dumbledore chuckled lightly as he pulled out a slip of parchment and an old tattered book. "I will see to all of your belongings. I know a few tricks to make it go much faster. However, you and Sirius will be taking a portkey to the square outside of Headquarters. You will need to read this slip of parchment when you get there in order to see the house, as it's under the Fidelius Charm," Dumbledore said as he handed over the book and the parchment.

Remus took the old book and parchment from the older wizard. "When is the portkey leaving, sir?" he asked as he slipped the parchment into his pocket. He looked down at the cover of the old book and smiled. 'Guide To Household Cleaning Charms'. "We'll definitely be needing this," he said softly.

Dumbledore chuckled at Remus' comment. "The portkey is leaving at two thirty-five. So, in about two minutes. I have some other business to attend to after moving all of your boxes, however. There will be an Order meeting at seven o'clock down in the basement kitchen. I hope you don't mind, but there are a few guests who will be sharing Headquarters as living space for a little while. Let Molly know about the meeting, please, Remus. I will see you both at seven." Dumbledore smiled as the old book began to glow blue in Remus' hand.

Sirius quickly reached out a hand to touch the old book and within a few seconds, the feeling of being swept away overtook both Remus and Sirius as they were pulled away to the square outside of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.

A/N: Thanks so much again to all of you have read and reviewed! Please stick with me, there's plenty more to come! I actually would like my reader's opinions on something. Should I write up until Sirius' death, or keep going on until Remus' death? It's a big project to take on if I write up to Remus' death, but I'm thinking about it. What do you all think? It will mke the story a LOT longer. Review and let me know where I should write up to! Keep the love flowing! Love y'all lots!