Oh, I am so tired of writing this series! I think I'll just hurry up and get it over with.^_^; I'm working on an original I like so much more.Refer to dedications in other stories for this chapter, I don't feel like writing them. I now officially own the character of Oliver Wood because he is hot! I'm working on Remus.

*cough* I wish.

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I woke up a bit too early the next morning. The sun was just beginning to rise, and those annoying little birds were chirping nonstop. I was starving, so I tossed the sheets to the side and headed towards the kitchen. I was feeling much better now, and I guessed I was almost fully recovered. I sleepily put some bread in the toaster and waited for it to brown. I leaned against the counter, and the toast popped up, giving me a rude awakening. Yawning, I munched on the toast and sat at the small table. Those birds were getting really annoying now, so I got up and slammed the window shut. That was better. Sirius wakes up and yawns loudly. I can hear him looking for me, and I cough loudly to let him know I'm in here. He turns, looks into the kitchen, and shuffles in to tell me, "Good Morning." We're both seriously not morning people. He makes coffee for himself. I don't really care for it, too strong. We eat in silence, but, being Sirius, he breaks it. "Feeling better, then?" He asks, grinning. I nod slowly. "That's great. Should I go in to town today?" He asks. My eyes widen, and I shake my head. There is no way I'm letting him get caught. I don't want to be left alone again. I might do the wrong thing, like before. "James.you miss him, don't you, Sirius?" I ask, taking another bite of my toast. Sirius sets down his mug, and stares into space for a bit. He looks me in the eye. "Bloody hell, yeah I miss him. I would do anything to bring him back, and-" "What if I told you we could bring him back?" I ask, setting my toast down and looking back at him. "No, Remus, we can't, okay? We can't." He's getting angry with me now. This is obviously a very sensitive subject to him, and I really don't blame him. I would be like this is my best friend died also. Well, I am sad, but James wasn't my best friend. As much as I hate to say it, I think I was closer to Peter than anyone else. I could relate to him- we were both weak, and I liked helping him with his homework, anyways. Sirius gets up from the table, drains his mug, and starts to head out the kitchen door. I grab the sleeve of his robes. "Sirius, we can find ways you never even imagined of. I want James and Lily back as much as you do. It could take a while, but I'm sure, us, we could do it." I try to look really innocent, so maybe he would believe me. Wrong. Werewolves are bad at that. He yanks his sleeve away and glares. "Shut up. Be happy I'm even letting you stay here. After all the times you were nice to that- rat- I shouldn't even be talking to you." He turns and goes outside, slamming the door behind him. "Sirius.." I mutter, sighing and putting my hand down.



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Ah.angst. Well, I'll have them be friends again and live happily ever after ion the last chapter. Just like everything is supposed to turn out. *rolls eyes* Read my other stories, have a happy pineapple, and I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor..

Long stories. Peace!