A/N This is my attempt at an after-war fic. I know it's short and lacks important details, but please just glory in the romance of it all. I'm dedicating this one to Sirius, who really would have no idea what to do in this situation. Italics are thoughts. Enjoy.
Warning: If you haven't figured out that this is a slash story yet, I doubt you ever will.
Disclaimer: sigh, not yet my pretties.
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Remus Lupin was in shock. He was clutching the doorway for support. This couldn't be happening, it just wasn't possible. He was… for lack of better word… dead. No dead man would ever walk again, that was Merlin's law. There was no way it could even happen in his wildest dreams. Remus stared wide-eyed at the figure on the porch, and fainted on the spot.
Sirius Black caught him and carried him into the house, laying him on the couch with his feet propped up and loosening his collar. "So much for a warm welcome" he thought grimly. The werewolf on the couch was pale and slim, as if he'd worried too much in the last years and had never bothered to eat a square meal. Sirius pushed the golden-blonde and silver hair away from the pale forehead and kissed it softly.
The younger, and much smaller, man stirred slightly, blinking several times to clear his head before sitting up and starring at the tan figure before him as if looking at a very bizarre painting. Sirius looked as good as he had at Hogwarts; his long hair pulled back in a pony-tail and the nape of his neck and his ocean blue eyes twinkling madly. His muscled frame looked like he'd been playing quidditch constantly since his Hogwarts days, rather than spending years in jail and dying.
"How…why…What are you…" Remus stuttered before throwing his arms around the taller man's neck and hugging him close. For a moment, he was transported back to their schooldays. Snogging in the abandoned hallways, going on dates in Hogsmeade, and holding each other like this late into the night. "I'm so glad you're back Siri" he whispered.
