I started writing this today in maths, as I loathe and despise that subject so very very much, and well.I wasn't going to do my simultaneous equations now was I?

Thanks to my friend who OK'd the start ^_^

I think this'll be R but on the NC-17ish side of R, but then I can't be sure just now. Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, and maybe later on it might also be Harry/someone (if anyone would like to give me a hint as to who that someone could be, you're very welcome to do so). Oh, and this is totally independent of the movies, as much as they make me laugh, they're just not 'it'.

I haven't read the books since the start of the year I don't think, so some of the details might be a bit (or a lot, depending on how late at night it was when I read that part off the book) off. Just bear with me k?

Disclaimer: I sound my barbaric disclaimer from the rooftops of the world. No I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter, I wish I did, but then they wouldn't be fit for children now would they. No, unfortunately, or fortunately, it all belongs to the lovely fantastic brilliant J.K Rowling, for whom I have complete and utter adoration and respect, but whom I will always hate for what she did to Sirius. Oh well, writers must do what writers must do, I suppose.

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His hands hit the ground and he saw Cedric lying bleeding and mangled on the grass, he crawled over to him, not believing his eyes. "Cedric?" No response. "Cedric, Cedric wake up, move Cedric, move please move, wake up come on come ON CEDRIC!" He was babbling, sobbing in disbelief, this wasn't supposed to happen; he was supposed to be in a maze, Cedric was supposed to be competing against him for the Tri-wizard cup. Cedric wasn't supposed to be...dead.

Harry pushed at his shoulder, rolling him onto his back; his face was pale and cold as steel. He bought his hand up to Cedric's face, his fingertips playing along his cheek, as they did plain, soulless white eyes snapped open, staring vacantly yet accusingly up at Harry's face. Screaming in shock and fear Harry fell back, the sound of Cedric's strained voice; groaning in pain, audible over the pounding blood in his ears.

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Harry sat bolt upright, the sheets; drenched in sweat, falling to the floor. He shook violently and clumsily wiped away the tears streaming down his face; all the while staring, terrified, straight ahead. A slight noise, like the crunching of leaves, made him snap his head sideways and he stared intently out the window for a moment before a loud bark emanated from somewhere under the window. Harry's heart leapt.

Another bark and a canine whimper later, Harry was at the window. After stopping first to listen for signs of life in the house, of which there were none, he threw the window open. "Snuffles, is that you?" A quiet but playful yelp some and panting. "What are you doing here?" A growl. "Ok you can't say from down there, I get it. Do you think you can climb the tree under the window without anyone seeing you?"

There were some quiet padding noises and the shadow of a dog came to sit under the tree. It was not the shadow of a dog for long however, as soon there was the shadow of a man, huddled into the darkness in its place. It took but seconds for that shadow to climb the tree and face Harry, grinning in the form of Sirius Black.

Harry helped pull his godfather in the window, and his feet had hardly touched the ground before Harry was hugging him, vice-like around the waist. Sirius placed comforting arms around his godson and whispered in a tired but happy voice "Hiya Harry."

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Oh for Christs Sake! The bloody italics aren't working and the dots are going funny, bloody computer piece of s*** computer!