Not mine… Nor has it ever been… Well, Liam's mine. Cute isn't he?

Remus was fuming. How dare Liam even touch Sirius? Hadn't he gotten it through his thick head that Sirius was not interested? Hadn't Remus and James told him enough times to leave him alone? He drug fingers through his honey colored hair.

'I'm so frustrated! I don't want Liam to be near Sirius, but I don't want to forgive him just yet. Maybe I'm being selfish but I do not think that he's really suffered enough. I miss him though. I need the light that he brings. I love James and Peter but its not the same.'

From across the room, James called softly, "Remus, are you ok?"

"No", Remus. "He… he was touching Sirius. I'm so mad at him… both of them, Liam for touching Sirius and Sirius for allowing it. I'm not ever mad about… what happened anymore. But he's acting like we are not worth waiting for us to get over our anger. Our justified anger."

James walked over to Remus' bed and sat down. " I know how you feel. I've known Sirius for a long time. He has been a big part of my life. I keep forgiving him. I don't want to forgive him though. I see him and he looks so lost but then I remember what could have happened. I don't see myself forgiving him for a long time."

Sirius was in a half daze and woke up only to hear James' last sentence. 'They aren't going to forgive me. I've tried to make it up to them in the only ways that I know how. I've given up things cut my hair… I don't know what else to do. Maybe I should just give up and leave. There isn't anything keeping me here anymore. Mum wanted me to go to that Irish Wizarding School but I insisted on going here. Maybe it was a mistake.'



Sirius woke early the next morning. He wanted to let his mum know that he decided what he wanted to do the next year. He would attend her private Irish school, even thought it meant living his final year at home.

After he had sent the owl off, he returned to his room sure that his year mates were no longer there. It was then that he saw the note from Liam.

'I really misjudged him. He really is a nice guy; I shouldn't have grouped him in a category with all those others. Yet another crime to add to my list.' He grabbed his books and went on to the common room.

Sirius was sitting in front of the fireplace when Liam and some of the other Gryffindor seventh years came down. He urged the younger boy to come to breakfast then did not let up until he gave in.

As the weeks progressed, the tension between Remus and Sirius grew until Sirius spent two out of four nights sleeping on the seventh year's floor. James and Peter knew that their werewolf friend was almost at his breaking point but neither knew how to approach him.

A few days after a particularly nasty full moon, Remus and Sirius were paired together in Potions class. Remus was angrier than was the new norm for several reasons. The fact that the change was one of the worst yet because the wolf kept looking for Padfoot and he had found Liam playing with Sirius' slowly growing locks before Potions class were the main two reasons that he was so very angry.

Sirius looked at his partner and sighed. "Remus, I know that you don't want me as your partner and I don't blame you. But you also want a good grade.

Remus ignored the other boy's words and began assembling the ingredients for the potion. The two worked in silence. After adding each component, they shifted its container to one side. Sirius noticed that one item hadn't been shifted, and he hadn't added it.

"Remus? Did you add this already?" He asked holding up the bottle. Remus rolled his eyes and took some of the containers back to the holding area.

"Guess that's a no." Sirius carefully measured out the correct amount and leaned over the cauldron. He slowly poured the liquid in, watching it bubble. "This is not good…"

All of a sudden the potion exploded, splashing in Sirius' eyes, nose and mouth. "Ow, that burns."

The potions master walked over to where the two had been working. "You will feel drowsy but you will be fine. The soft tissues of the mouth absorb it. That is how the potion works. I'll give you a pass back to the dorm. You won't be able to stay awake in your classes."

Sirius nodded slowly. He did not feel good at all. He was woozy and somewhat disoriented. He left the class and headed back toward the tower. As he climbed the stairs, the paintings on the walls seemed to shift around. Finally, he was back in his room; he quickly stashed his books and robe under the bed. He lay down on the bed and for a moment the world seemed to right itself. Pulling the curtains closed, he sighed. Consciousness then fled his body.



The next morning, Liam was worried. Sirius was supposed to meet him on the Quidditch pitch but had not shown up. Then he wasn't at dinner, in the common room or the library. When he had not been at breakfast, Liam almost lost it. He no longer thought of Sirius as an object of lust or attraction, but as a younger brother. Like any typical older brother, when Sirius was missing he was out of his mind with worry. He had tried to leave the sixth years alone but this was time from drastic measures.

He pounded on the door to the sixth-year's dormitory room. Peter answered the door. The pudgy boy let him in.

Liam glared at the room in general. "Where is he? Have you seen him?"

"Him?" asked Remus, being obtuse on purpose. "Oh, Sirius. No, we figured that he was with you."

Liam tried not to growl. "When was the last time you saw him? I haven't seen him since yesterday morning."

"I haven't seen him since Potions, before lunch yesterday. He skipped all our other classes," replied James.

Remus shrugged, trying not to convey his own worry, "Check his bed if you like."

"I will." Liam threw back the curtains. Lying on the bed was an obviously unconscious, yellow tinged Sirius Black.


Am I evil? It's not really a cliffhanger… Is it? I've always wanted to do one. ^_^ There will be more out soon. What's wrong with Siri?