A/N; yes, it has taken me a while. I'm sorry. Forgive me?
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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Sirius flicked another card onto the pile and waited for James to play his own. The game was starting to get boring for him. There were only so many times that you could let cards blow up in your best friends face without wanting to let him escape the embarrassment.
"Right," said Sirius, standing up as the game ended for the millionth time that night and he was left once more victorious and James was left eyebrow-less "I'm gonna steal Moony away from his book and we're gonna go-" he trailed off as he saw Remus' empty chair and his book discarded on the floor "where is he?"
"I don't know," James lied.
He knew exactly where Remus was. He had seen Lilly drag him off.
"Gods, James!" Sirius said, over reacting slightly as he was apt to do in any circumstances involving Remus "he left his book on the floor! Something must be wrong. Something's taken Moony. And we didn't even notice. We are such bad friends!"
"Calm down. He's probably fine. I'll get the map and we'll go find him. Just wait here."
He dashed off to get the map leaving a frantic Sirius hovering next to the portrait hole, waiting for his return. James arrives back a minute later, not at all out of breath, for which Sirius condemns him. Does he not care enough about Moony to run?
Snatching the map from James' hand he scans it, searching for the dot that marks Moony. As soon as he finds it, he is out of the portrait hole and half way along the corridor.
"Hey! Sirius! Wait for me!" James' voice called from behind him.
"No!" Sirius yelled back over his shoulder "you run too slow. Remmy might be in trouble."
James gives a small sigh of exasperation and follows Sirius at a steadier pace, knowing where he is going and knowing that Lilly will be able to deal with him on her own.
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Sirius ran as fast as he could towards Remus, his heart pounding in his chest and his mind flooded with worry about what could be happening to his werewolf. The corridor where Remus's dot was appeared empty all apart from Remus.
The thing that worried Sirius was that a big streak of dust on the floor had been rubbed away as though someone had been dragged across it. Panicking mildly (he was after all a black, they didn't panic too easily) he followed the trail to a supply closet and tried to pull open the door.
It was locked. After a few futile tugs, Sirius gave up and checked the map. He was right. Remus was inside. Sirius gave a growl of frustration and whipped out his wand.
"Alohamora."
Nothing. He tried again. Still nothing.
"Remus!"
No reply came.
"Black? What are you doing?"
"Evans! Help me with this door. Remus is inside and it won't open and he's not answering."
Lilly leapt forward and tried a spell but the door didn't budge.
"Right, Black. Give me your wand. It'll be stronger with two wands."
Without questioning her he handed over his wand and she cast again, face screwed up in concentration. The lock sprang open. Instantly Sirius leapt forward and into the cupboard. Remus was slumped against a wall, a small amount of dried blood on his forehead.
Sirius crouched down at his side, checking that he was breathing.
"Remus? Remus wake-"
Sirius's words were cut off as the cupboard door slammed shut, plunging them into near complete darkness.
"Evans! What the hell is going on?"
"Sorry mate," came the unmistakeable voice of James Potter "it's for your own good, you know."
"What are you talking about? What have you done to Remus?"
"Don't worry," Lilly said gently "he's only been stunned. He'll wake up soon. We'll let you out as soon as you tell him."
"Tell him what?"
"You know what mate. We'll be back later to check on you."
"No! Come back. James! Evans! Merlin help me, when I get out of this cupboard you guys are dead!"
There was no reply, only the distant echo of footsteps. Feeling suddenly inspired, Sirius delved in his pocket, searching for his wand before remembering that Lilly had it. He cursed colourfully before flopping down on the floor next to Remus. That girl belonged in Slytherin, she did.
Knowing that there was nothing to do but wait for Remus to wake up, he began doodling patterns on the floor, his only light the flickering torchlight that leaked under the door.
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A/N: Not a lot I know but I have major coursework responsibilities. I shouldn't have even written this. Naughty me. Review?
