Author's note: This is where more slash is introduced. And Sirius gets
clean! WOO! I love that little doggy!
Disclaimer:I own none of these characters. They belong to J.K.Rowling. Sirius, alas is not mine. Remus, sadly is not either....But if they were mine, ooo what fun I'd have with them!!
I looked down at the chipped blue teacup Moony was offering me and smiled, grabbing it and adding some sugar.
"So..I think I have most of Harry's story down, as honestly as Ms.Skeeter would tell it, at least." Remus held up copies of the Daily Prophet and looked over them, finally settling them beside his chair and looking back at me. "But what happened with you, Sirius? And the end of the Tournament? Dumbledore told me close to nothing about it, only hinted that something was wrong."
I began to tell him all about it, the things he knew and didn't know. He only gave small murmurs of understanding and swift nods, otherwise he was completely dissolved in the story I told, gazing into the fire with a sort of glazed look. He always did this when he thought heavily upon a subject. It made me smile at the end of my story how he suddenly perked up at the silence.
"And that's it."
He stood up and put away the empty teapot and cups, stopping suddenly as he was about to place the last cup on the shelf.
"So what do you suppose--"
"Voldemort? I don't know...He's up to something, I know that. He really always is, but I think his power is closer to being full once more...Then again, Dumbledore and I both know he is somewhat human now. We may have a chance..." I stood up now and he nodded. He turned around, put the cup away, and turned back to me. He looked at my clothes, tattered, dirty, simply disgusting.
"Er--Sirius, I know you will hate me for this--"
"If I must, Moony. Give me anything you've got, just make sure it's not too beaten up."
He smiled and walked to his room, opened the closet and came back with a blue shirt and very old baggy pants. I grimaced and he forced them into my hands. "Come on, they're not that bad."
"Egh..." I lifted up the shirt, and looked at it. "Don't you have anything better--"
"Well, would you rather wear that filthy thing you are wearing now, my clothes, or nothing?" he asked, smirking softly.
"Nothing would be--"
"Sirius!"
"Fine, Remus...anti-nudist." I walked out of the living room and changed into the dilapidated clothes he gave me. I turned to the mirror and looked at myself...I looked alright. A nice homey sort of look, really. I walked out of the bathroom and shrugged at him.
"..You need to wash your hair..." he said, looking at the contrast between his neat shirt and my messy black hair that fell in clumps over my shoulders.
"Remus--"
"The shower's over there--"
"Wanna come with me?"
He looked at me as I just stood there, grinning stupidly. Remus shook his head and pushed me back towards the bathroom and shut the door. I suppose he doesn't like me that much anymore? Not like he used to, at least. Damn that asshole Severus. He dared take my Moony!!!
Well, anyway, I stepped into the shower and and turned the water on, looking around at the little knick-nacks he held in his bathroom. Lavender shampoo with cammomile conditioner...strawberry bodywash (Why did I KNOW he'd have this...!) ...and a hippo sponge. How interesting he is sometimes. I showered, washed my hair, and wrapped myself in his bathrobe. I came out and he held a brush. I frowned.
"It'll help dry your hair, Padfoot."
He sat me by the fire and took the old fur-brush to my head. Why had he kept this thing after 14 years?...I love this guy.
When he had finished I sat still. I could feel his eyes on my back until he walked over and sat in front of me, smiling with that same smile he always had. One of those soft, reassuring smiles that show no teeth but just give you that look of "The world still sucks, life is hell, but I will always be there for you." One of those smiles that make you just want to hug him, one of those smiles that just...make you love him even more...and make you feel loved back. I felt inclined to smile back, mine actually not being my usual smile. I usually had more of a grin than a beautiful smile like his. One of those with teeth and a sort of--canine! Yeah! It IS dog-like, I think! How ironic!
"Has it been hard, Siri?"
He called me Siri again. Oh gods--I loved it when he did that.
"...It's been...well, let me put it this way. Physically it was no real big thing. I could become Padfoot easily, I could hide and everything--the only part that got to me was the emotion, Remus... The thought that I'd never get to be even with that---creature. The thought that I had been the one to doom Lily and James...that it was my fault in the end--"
"Sirius..."
"It was, Moony! And...then there was the thought that...I'd never see you again. That you'd hate me. That I wouldn't be able to tell you the truth and see you again, smiling like you do, frowning so softly, your face marking every sub-emotion you have so delicately...I wanted that back. I wanted everything back..."
"Sirius... It's okay. You didn't kill Lily and James. It wasn't your fault, okay?" He started to get closer and look at me with a very serious look, trying to tell me everything was alright in the world. He put his hand in mine on my lap and continued to look me in the eyes. "Peter...Peter will get everything back to him someday, even if it is not at your hands. I don't want you to be a murderer...And Sirius? I don't hate you. I never will. But will you stop trying to be so damn poetic?"
I laughed. Yes, I always tried to be witty around him. Try to match his brain and quick, heart melting words, never quite worked. Ah well, at least I could still hear him...
"Remus...you know...I still--" I was interrupted by a loud hoot from the door and a pecking noise. Remus stood up and walked to the door.
"Hold that thought." He opened the wooden door and looked down to see a small white barn-owl. The owl jumped up and flitted through the door, sitting on the armchair and dropping the letter, then scurrying over to the fire to wam itself. Remus walked back to the chair and started to read the letter. "Oh...It's Harry!" he exclaimed jubilantly, passing it to me.
The letter went something like this.
"Dear Professor Lupin, (and Sirius, I think?)
I hope I am not imposing upon you guys or anything, but I sorta need a place to stay. My aunt and uncle are going to Ireland for a month, and Ron will be in America visiting a relative, and Hermione shall be in Egypt (she really wanted to go there after Ron's summary of it, and managed some money to go.) So...would it be alright for me to stay with you? I've got the address and I am sure I can use the Floo Powder (sadly enough) to get there. I'm really sorry to ask this so suddenly, but it's either your place or--Mrs.Figg's. Please?
Harry"
Remus smiled and started to write the letter back to him. That went something like this--
"Dear Harry,
You are perfectly welcome to stay with us! Yes, Sirius is here. Please, come as soon as you'd like! (I know Petunia and Vernon aren't quite- -er--lenient, but they have given you permission, correct? Always remember to ask them before asking us, because you are always welcome in our home) So--It's July 1st today, and I should imagine you'll get this within two days so--(Sirius says hi)-- when are they going? Aw, no matter, just drop by--(Sirius wants to know how you are doing, and says it Petunia and Vernon are mean to you, he'll beat them up....yeah)-- anytime you'd like. I suppose we'll be seeing you soon!!! Bye bye!
Remus and Sirius
P.S. No need to call me Professor Lupin, Harry! I'm no longer your teacher so--(Sirius wants to ask you if you still have the invisibilty cloak)-- you're free to call me Remus. By the way--(Sirius is asking---You know what? I think Padfoot should shut up now.)--you can bring all your magic supplies with you. We'll have a little fun..."
Remus got up from the desk and looked at me with my grin on once again. He shook his head and sealed the envelope, gave it to the owl, gave him some food, and sent the owl on his way.
Disclaimer:I own none of these characters. They belong to J.K.Rowling. Sirius, alas is not mine. Remus, sadly is not either....But if they were mine, ooo what fun I'd have with them!!
I looked down at the chipped blue teacup Moony was offering me and smiled, grabbing it and adding some sugar.
"So..I think I have most of Harry's story down, as honestly as Ms.Skeeter would tell it, at least." Remus held up copies of the Daily Prophet and looked over them, finally settling them beside his chair and looking back at me. "But what happened with you, Sirius? And the end of the Tournament? Dumbledore told me close to nothing about it, only hinted that something was wrong."
I began to tell him all about it, the things he knew and didn't know. He only gave small murmurs of understanding and swift nods, otherwise he was completely dissolved in the story I told, gazing into the fire with a sort of glazed look. He always did this when he thought heavily upon a subject. It made me smile at the end of my story how he suddenly perked up at the silence.
"And that's it."
He stood up and put away the empty teapot and cups, stopping suddenly as he was about to place the last cup on the shelf.
"So what do you suppose--"
"Voldemort? I don't know...He's up to something, I know that. He really always is, but I think his power is closer to being full once more...Then again, Dumbledore and I both know he is somewhat human now. We may have a chance..." I stood up now and he nodded. He turned around, put the cup away, and turned back to me. He looked at my clothes, tattered, dirty, simply disgusting.
"Er--Sirius, I know you will hate me for this--"
"If I must, Moony. Give me anything you've got, just make sure it's not too beaten up."
He smiled and walked to his room, opened the closet and came back with a blue shirt and very old baggy pants. I grimaced and he forced them into my hands. "Come on, they're not that bad."
"Egh..." I lifted up the shirt, and looked at it. "Don't you have anything better--"
"Well, would you rather wear that filthy thing you are wearing now, my clothes, or nothing?" he asked, smirking softly.
"Nothing would be--"
"Sirius!"
"Fine, Remus...anti-nudist." I walked out of the living room and changed into the dilapidated clothes he gave me. I turned to the mirror and looked at myself...I looked alright. A nice homey sort of look, really. I walked out of the bathroom and shrugged at him.
"..You need to wash your hair..." he said, looking at the contrast between his neat shirt and my messy black hair that fell in clumps over my shoulders.
"Remus--"
"The shower's over there--"
"Wanna come with me?"
He looked at me as I just stood there, grinning stupidly. Remus shook his head and pushed me back towards the bathroom and shut the door. I suppose he doesn't like me that much anymore? Not like he used to, at least. Damn that asshole Severus. He dared take my Moony!!!
Well, anyway, I stepped into the shower and and turned the water on, looking around at the little knick-nacks he held in his bathroom. Lavender shampoo with cammomile conditioner...strawberry bodywash (Why did I KNOW he'd have this...!) ...and a hippo sponge. How interesting he is sometimes. I showered, washed my hair, and wrapped myself in his bathrobe. I came out and he held a brush. I frowned.
"It'll help dry your hair, Padfoot."
He sat me by the fire and took the old fur-brush to my head. Why had he kept this thing after 14 years?...I love this guy.
When he had finished I sat still. I could feel his eyes on my back until he walked over and sat in front of me, smiling with that same smile he always had. One of those soft, reassuring smiles that show no teeth but just give you that look of "The world still sucks, life is hell, but I will always be there for you." One of those smiles that make you just want to hug him, one of those smiles that just...make you love him even more...and make you feel loved back. I felt inclined to smile back, mine actually not being my usual smile. I usually had more of a grin than a beautiful smile like his. One of those with teeth and a sort of--canine! Yeah! It IS dog-like, I think! How ironic!
"Has it been hard, Siri?"
He called me Siri again. Oh gods--I loved it when he did that.
"...It's been...well, let me put it this way. Physically it was no real big thing. I could become Padfoot easily, I could hide and everything--the only part that got to me was the emotion, Remus... The thought that I'd never get to be even with that---creature. The thought that I had been the one to doom Lily and James...that it was my fault in the end--"
"Sirius..."
"It was, Moony! And...then there was the thought that...I'd never see you again. That you'd hate me. That I wouldn't be able to tell you the truth and see you again, smiling like you do, frowning so softly, your face marking every sub-emotion you have so delicately...I wanted that back. I wanted everything back..."
"Sirius... It's okay. You didn't kill Lily and James. It wasn't your fault, okay?" He started to get closer and look at me with a very serious look, trying to tell me everything was alright in the world. He put his hand in mine on my lap and continued to look me in the eyes. "Peter...Peter will get everything back to him someday, even if it is not at your hands. I don't want you to be a murderer...And Sirius? I don't hate you. I never will. But will you stop trying to be so damn poetic?"
I laughed. Yes, I always tried to be witty around him. Try to match his brain and quick, heart melting words, never quite worked. Ah well, at least I could still hear him...
"Remus...you know...I still--" I was interrupted by a loud hoot from the door and a pecking noise. Remus stood up and walked to the door.
"Hold that thought." He opened the wooden door and looked down to see a small white barn-owl. The owl jumped up and flitted through the door, sitting on the armchair and dropping the letter, then scurrying over to the fire to wam itself. Remus walked back to the chair and started to read the letter. "Oh...It's Harry!" he exclaimed jubilantly, passing it to me.
The letter went something like this.
"Dear Professor Lupin, (and Sirius, I think?)
I hope I am not imposing upon you guys or anything, but I sorta need a place to stay. My aunt and uncle are going to Ireland for a month, and Ron will be in America visiting a relative, and Hermione shall be in Egypt (she really wanted to go there after Ron's summary of it, and managed some money to go.) So...would it be alright for me to stay with you? I've got the address and I am sure I can use the Floo Powder (sadly enough) to get there. I'm really sorry to ask this so suddenly, but it's either your place or--Mrs.Figg's. Please?
Harry"
Remus smiled and started to write the letter back to him. That went something like this--
"Dear Harry,
You are perfectly welcome to stay with us! Yes, Sirius is here. Please, come as soon as you'd like! (I know Petunia and Vernon aren't quite- -er--lenient, but they have given you permission, correct? Always remember to ask them before asking us, because you are always welcome in our home) So--It's July 1st today, and I should imagine you'll get this within two days so--(Sirius says hi)-- when are they going? Aw, no matter, just drop by--(Sirius wants to know how you are doing, and says it Petunia and Vernon are mean to you, he'll beat them up....yeah)-- anytime you'd like. I suppose we'll be seeing you soon!!! Bye bye!
Remus and Sirius
P.S. No need to call me Professor Lupin, Harry! I'm no longer your teacher so--(Sirius wants to ask you if you still have the invisibilty cloak)-- you're free to call me Remus. By the way--(Sirius is asking---You know what? I think Padfoot should shut up now.)--you can bring all your magic supplies with you. We'll have a little fun..."
Remus got up from the desk and looked at me with my grin on once again. He shook his head and sealed the envelope, gave it to the owl, gave him some food, and sent the owl on his way.