Almost every other student had already gotten off the train. But Sirius and Remus weren't ready to just yet. The pair were intertwined and were quite desperately clutching one another. "Hey Remus?"
"Yeah, Sirius?" The pureblood didn't respond right away—he wanted to extend this goodbye as much as possible.
"I love you." Sirius breathed in Remus's scent—this whole dog animagus thing was really working out to his advantage—and sighed contently.
"I love you, too." The werewolf pressed their foreheads together; he wanted another look at those brilliant, silver eyes.
"Come on, fairy. It's time to go." Regulus sneered at the scene. Sirius sighed and gave Remus one last kiss. The pair of Blacks found Kreacher and quickly left. Remus remained on the train just a bit longer before searching for the Lupins. They also left quickly. Summer had officially started and the lovers were anything but excited.

Severus and Lily (the other 'it' couple of the moment) were different. They had been lucky enough to have been neighbors since birth. This was the only time they had without the rest of the school; this was the only time they had without the Gryffindor and Slytherin hostilities. Severus smiled as the red-head squeezed his hand. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Orion smirked a bit at his son's getup. The wizard remembered dressing up like a muggle himself at that age—of course he would never tell Walburga this. Him and his friends thought it was pretty good kicks. So, the head of the noble and ancient House of Black thought his wife was overreacting a bit; she had threatened to transfigure all of Sirius's clothes into frogs. But Sirius didn't seem as worried as his father. The boy just rolled his eyes and climbed the stairs.
Orion looked up at the retreating figure and frowned in thought. This couldn't be the same, terrified boy of last summer. But the boy's regal looks—somehow exaggerated by the chaotic-looking muggle attire—proved him to be the same Sirius. Walburga shrieked up at the boy; Orion wondered where they went wrong.
Sirius's indifferent look morphed into a smile when his door swung shut. He knew something his family didn't—he could do something his family couldn't. The boy's body changed into one of a massive, black dog. Sirius wanted to bark and frolic, but his still-human mind told him that'd be a bad idea. So, he settled for wagging his tail. This summer wouldn't be as bad as last year's; he'd make sure of it.

For having such high expectations of summer, Severus was quickly let down. His usual Slytherin gang appeared in Spinner's End and pretty much ruined the summer. Avery, Mulciber, Rosier, and Wilkes smirked as Severus's face fell upon opening the door (he had been hoping for Lily). "Why so down, Snape? Expecting someone else?" Severus scowled but slid out of the house to join them.
"Aha. There's not anyone he could be expecting. The only other student here is that pretty, little mudblood." Severus clenched his fists. "Though, maybe we can pay her a visit. Have a bit of fun, yeah?"
"Leave her alone," Severus growled. The Slytherins looked at him in shock. But then a small leer appeared on Rosier's face.
"Sounds like Snape has a little crush. And, looks-wise, I don't blame you." The boy winked. "But she's Potter's girl, ain't she? Not worth the time." Severus, Lily's real boyfriend,growled again.
"Maybe in his dreams." The Slytherins chuckled darkly; Rosier threw an arm around Severus's shoulder.
"That's the spirit. Now come on Snape, let's all have a bit of fun." And so all the Slytherins proceeded to have a bit of fun; they all proceeded to mayhem.
As soon as his 'friends' left, Severus ran the entire way to Lily's house. Even though he was with them throughout the day, he had a fear they did something to her. In short, he was afraid. So, when Lily opened her front door, she found an out-of-breath and nearly –crying Severus. "Sev?" The boy engulfed her in a hug.
"Hey Lily." He knew his luck would be up soon; Severus just wanted to enjoy it for as long as he could. "Would you like to take a walk?" Lily nodded and gave her boyfriend a kiss.
"Are feeling alright, Sev?" He smiled a little.
"Yeah. I just missed you."

Remus John Lupin secretly hated his father. You could never tell if you watched the pair though. Looking at the boy, you saw a loyal son; no one ever noticed the blame and fury underneath the cool exterior. Remus blamed his father for just about everything. His robes were shabby because his father was constantly out of work; his was shy because his father constantly called him a monster; he was a werewolf because of his father. (Well Remus had no real reason to blame the last part on his father. But his mother always did, so he did too.) As the amber-eyed boy prepared his cage for the next full moon he brooded. His parents had brought up their disapproval of Sirius again, and they had called him a monster.
In short, Remus was upset and angry. In short, he was easily impressionable. The shadowy figure waiting in the wings saw his chance. His grizzled, gray hair was matted with something that looked suspiciously like blood; his eyes were red; his grin was predatory. "Hello Remus Lupin." Remus jumped in surprise.
"H-he-hello?" The stranger smirked. "Do I, uh, kn-know you?" He nodded his head with a smile.
"Oh we're old friends, Remus. Don't you remember?" The stranger moved closer; Remus could smell his rank breath. "I'm practically a father to you." Remus shook off the hand the stranger placed on his shoulder.
"Who are you exactly?"
"Why Fenrir Greyback—king of the werewolves." Remus's blood froze. He subconsciously moved his hand to the scar that ran down his face. "I like to keep tabs on my investments." Greyback placed his hand back on Remus's shoulder and moved his lips to the boy's ear. "And what a pretty little investment you're turning out to be." Remus shuddered as his brain whirled. He had always pictured a scared, confused werewolf stumbling upon him by accident. But here was this primal-looking werewolf calling him an investment.
"Excuse me?" Remus tried to shove him away. Greyback just laughed, left go of Remus's shoulder, and grabbed both of the boy's wrists.
"Which part would you like me to repeat, Remus?" The boy shuddered again, but remained silent. "I hope you're enjoying my gift." Remus's eyes narrowed—this man couldn't be serious.
"Gift? I'm a monster." Greyback dug his claw-like nails into Remus's wrists and chuckled darkly.
"You'll see someday kid. You'll call it a gift when you realize the power you have." That rank breath invaded Remus's mouth. "Mmm, has anyone told you how delicious you smell?" Greyback's lips moved towards Remus's neck. "I could eat you right up." The grizzled man bit down—Remus screamd. (For Merlin's sake, he wasn't even in wolf form.) Remus's cry caught his father's attention; John Lupin stumbled upon the werewolves. He paled when he recognized Greyback. The primal man released his 'fangs' from Remus, but still held his wrists. "Well if it isn't John. Long time no see, old fellow."
"Put him down!" Greyback laughed; who was he to listen to some wizard. "I swear if you said anything to him, I'll kill you!" The werewolf smirked.
"Said what to him, John?" John paled even further. "Something like 'this is all your father's fault'? Something like 'he could have saved you'? Something like that John?" Remus was speechless. Greyback, seeing that he mucked things up enough for today, let go of Remus. "I'll be seeing you again soon enough, my pretty little monster." And then it was just the father-son pair.
"Was he telling the truth, dad?" John couldn't bring himself to look at his son. "Dad?"
"It's a war, Remus. You have to understand, everybody had to make sacrifices." Remus stood on shaky legs.
"Sacrifices? You heard him, I'm a monster." Remus left his father; he didn't want to hear anymore. Tears prickled at those amber eyes. The only thing the werewolf wanted at the moment was a hug from a certain punk.