You'll notice that the dream sequence is repeated several times throughout the story and each time is a bit longer than the others. Please review! :)

Chapter 12- Hexing Solves Nothing

I was standing near the Forbidden Forest looking in broad daylight, staring at the arching 10 foot tall dark looking trees. I felt a hand clasp on my shoulder; I flinched from the sudden touch and realized it was Remus. He had short dirty blond hair and innocent gray eyes. He was wearing his normal class clothes: a black blazer, white button down shirt with Gryffindor labeled red tie and black slacks. He was grinning unusually. All too familiar of course, due to this dream experience the previous nights.

"Good morning Padfoot." He said, looking into the Forbidden Forest as well. His features were memorable and recognizable.

"Good morning Moony." I replied with a grin, not knowing what to expect from this dream this time.

"Wonderful weather, huh?" He chirped in a singing in his song worthy tone. Blimey.

"Did someone slip some fire whiskey into your pumpkin juice this morning?" I asked sarcastically, Moony chuckled as well.

"No just today just feels like it's going to be a great day." He said with full confidence as he took a breath of air and looked satisfied.

"You think so?" I asked and he nodded gently. Bloody hell, it was as if this dream wanted me to figure something out

"Pads? I have a question." Moony said in all seriousness, I did not shudder at the sudden shift in the atmosphere considering I already had expected it

"What is it, Moony?" I replied, glancing at the werewolf. He placed his fingers on his face and rubbed his cheeks, I knew that meant he was trying to find the words to describe his question.

"Do... Do you believe someone can be purely evil?" He finally asked, looking at me as I tried to find a good response.

"No I don't, I mean sure my family is a bunch of prats and mental cases but even they have some remorse concealed deep down in that black hole of theirs." I said with honesty, Moony knew I would never show any sort of kindness or admiration to most of my family except for my cousin Nymphadora or my distant cousin Arthur Weasley but other than that I hated them with every fiber of my being.

"Wow, did you just defend your family? What happened to Sirius Black, the guy who never wanted to be associated with the Black family?" Sarcasm filled Moony's voice that he couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"Yes, yes I did, now why do you want know if someone can be purely evil?" I asked in curiosity, Moony let out a long deep sigh.

"I just want to know because I feel like I'm pure evil when I'm in my werewolf stage considering I almost maul you and James whenever the full moon comes into view." Moony's emotional range was usual the size of a tea cozy but today had been an exception; I turned to him and realized he was crying.

"You guys deserve a friend who does not behave like a ravenous bloody monster." His eyes moistened up my sleeve.

"Moon, you don't feel like that do you?" My voice cracked as I tried my best to reassure him that he was the nicest and most mature person I have ever known. He had his doubts my assurance nor did he have faith in my completely honest words.

"Pads, I'm sorry but I feel like I'm being ungrateful, and too selfish. I never tell you how I feel because I'm afraid of the ridicule and embarrassment that you guys will give me." Moony looked depressed with ever-lasting sadness, he has his pessimistic views of course. Didn't we all?

"Moony, how are you feeling?" I asked in a simple manner, knowing he would both break down and tell me everything he was hiding or shrug me off saying nothing and disappear. I had a feeling it would be the second choice.

"You wouldn't believe this, but I like blokes." Moony kept his head down, wriggling his fingers in a nervous manner.

"So?" Things weren't connecting; he needed to explain himself more.

"I have a crush…on a bloke." Moony repeated with agony, he was from a strict pureblood family who wanted an abundant amount of purebloods, so being gay wasn't an option. I could sort of feel his pain, my family was very traditional and didn't believe in homosexuality regardless of how much they supported the Dark Lord.

"Moony, is that the only thing you're afraid of?" I asked, in a considerate tone.

"Yes, because I have a crush on…" Before he could continue, he vanished or maybe disapparated, but that was completely impossible since Dumbledore put a hex on the school grounds that won't allow you to disapparate to or from Hogwarts. Suddenly, I could feel something shaking me, like an unknown/ invisible force.

"Wake up Sirius!" James had yelled at the top of his cracking voice, he was standing at the side of the bed. I hit him in the face, with my hand.

"Bloody freaking hell mate, what was that for?" James yelped in cheek stinging pain.

"James, shut it for a second will you?" I bellowed, he was a bit taken aback.

"Moony is gay." I whispered in his ear, his eyes widened.

"Really?" He asked with shock, I nodded in distraught and suddenly I felt untrustworthy but someone needed to know, and I couldn't confront Remus about this and I definitely couldn't trust Peter, he was like gossip central.