Second Reality | Chapter 2
A Harry Potter Fanfiction By Majokai Yukiko
Pairing: Remus + Sirius
Warning: Slash. Slight Spoilers to Order of the Phoenix and the Prisoner of Azkaban
This is an amateur effort and does not intend to infringe on the rights of J K Rowling, Scholastic Books and their associates.
Yukirei: Sorry about that. I wanted it to be the prologue at first, but later decided against it. Sighz…guess I wasn't paying attention. Okay, got it corrected anyway.
Qtsweet2003: Well, I don't read stories that placed too much attention on original characters. As much as possible, I don't even have original characters in my stories. If I really need to have them, I kill them off in two chapters' time. Just feel that their existence kind of defeats the purpose of writing Fanfiction. I'll leave them for my original stories. Thanks for the offer anyway.
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2 Days After Sirius' DischargeRemus wrapped his arms around Sirius' neck and pressed his body against his. Amber eyes fluttered close and Remus leaned down for a kiss, only stopping when he realized how tense Sirius had become.
He let his arms drop back to his sides and stared hard into his lover's dark sapphire eyes, pain and hurt radiating off his lithe frame. Without saying a word, Remus walked out of the living room and into another, slamming the door shut.
Sirius pulled out a chair and slumped heavily on it. He had messed up big time now, had he not? In his dream, which was so vivid that it was disconcerting, he had not been friends with Remus for twelve years. Even while he was hiding at Remus', keeping out of the way of the dementors, they had kept their distance. Sirius sighed and rested his forehead against he cool glass surface of the table. He had let a stupid dream ruined his love life.
The man snapped upright when he heard the door click open. Remus jingled the keys in one hand and came out dressed in a simple suit with his briefcase in the other hand. His eyes were rimmed red, as if he had been trying hard not to cry.
"We need to talk, Remus," Sirius croaked, trying to let in as much sincerity into his voice as possible. Remus lowered his head, covering his face with his long fringe and nodded.
"I need to go to the doctor, Sirius. We'll talk when I'm back."
"I'll go pick you up?'"
"I have classes to teach after that, Padfoot." Remus was looking at Sirius with a strange look in his eyes, as if not believing that his lover could have forgotten that after so many years of them living together. Sirius swallowed.
"I mean, I'll pick you up at school?"
Remus fixed his lover with another look before leaving. Sirius heaved a sigh of relief. There was something seriously wrong with him. (No pun intended.) He seemed to be suffering from amnesia. For example, he could find his way around his apartment without any problems if he did not think about it. Once he stopped to check on what he was doing, he was lost.
Sirius shook his head and walked into his bedroom. He wondered why Remus needed to go to the doctor's for. But it would not be wise to ask.
He opened a desk in his drawer and took out his journal. How could he explain to Remus that he could hardly remember anything about their life together? The journal would have to do.
So far, in the past two days when Remus was not at home, Sirius had spent his time reading his own diary, hoping that the little leather bound book could tell him more about his life than his memories could.
He had found out many interesting things. For one, he was Sirius Black, the rising star in the entertainment industry. He started out as a model a few years ago and was currently working on his debut album as a rock star. The posters of him decorating his living room walls had said as much.
He met Remus in boarding school when they were kids, fell in love and later lived together after graduation. They were lovers ever since. Remus Lupin returned to teach at the school, but was not willing to live in the dormitories like the rest of the staff because of Sirius.
Sirius smiled. It seemed that their relationship was still going strong even after so long. That stupid thing he did just now when Remus kissed him was really, really stupid.
He flipped to the last entry he read and flopped down on the bed. There was still time until school ends. Before that, he would read, and maybe doll himself up a little before bringing Remus out for a romantic dinner. A little make up sex would not hurt either.
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Sirius tied his flurry bathrobe around himself and walked out of the shower. He loved his showers. They were probably the best thing mankind had ever invented. He toweled his long black hair dry with a smile on his face and turned to walk out of the bathroom.
He stopped in shock in front of the mirror. In place of his reflection was a large black dog.
"Padfoot…"
Sirius rubbed his eyes. This was impossible. He told himself. I must be dreaming. He opened his eyes again.
To his horror, instead of the Grim, he saw a dark figure approaching him from behind. A cold bony hand placed itself on his shoulder when the cloaked figure got close enough. He turned around and saw the dementor lowering his hood to kiss him.
The Dementor's Kiss…
He screamed.
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Sirius threw the person off him. It took him a moment or two to realize that he was on his bed, seemingly just woken up from a dream. But that kiss…it felt too real.
He quickly bolted up to check who he had just thrown off his bed onto the floor. He sincerely hoped it was not Remus. Sirius glanced at the person on his floor, his breath hitched a little in surprise.
"Bellatrix? What the hell are you doing here? How the hell did you get into my house?"
His cousin picked herself off the carpet and brushed the lint off her expensive clothes. She looked so different. Sirius had indeed forgotten a lot of things. For one, he felt as if he was seeing his cousin in something else other than those shapeless cloaks he saw in his dream. He had not seen his cousin dressed only in a pair of black pantyhose and on the floor of his bedroom. Period.
Bellatrix examined her panty hose to make sure they had not tore when she was tossed off. After being absolutely sure, she smiled seductively at Sirius and crawled onto the bed, looking exactly like a big cat on the prowl.
"Why, Sirius…you gave me a key, remember? Boy, that accident must have unhinged you more than I thought." Long manicured fingers traveled up Sirius' thigh, stopping at his crotch to stroke his clothed member lightly. Sirius jerked away.
"No, I don't remember. And I think you should leave, Bellatrix."
The dark haired woman stared hard at the man, looking positively taken aback by the obviously unexpected reaction.
"I don't think so, Sirius Black. Just a week ago you were pounding me into the mattress on this bed!"
A dull thud from the door made both of them to look up. Remus stood there, one hand on the doorknob and his briefcase on the floor. He was hurting.
The brunette forced a smile at the two on his bed, trying hard to control the impulse of not dashing forward, pull Bellatrix off his lover and later tossed the adulterous pair out of the window.
"Hi, Remus," Bellatrix leaned forward and pressed her well-endowed breasts against the still stunned Sirius. "Nice to see you. Was just paying my lover a visit."
The smile disappeared from Remus' face.
"What a surprise," he said with mock courtesy. "So am I." He picked up his briefcase and marched out of the room, not even bothering to close the door behind him.
Sirius pushed the scantily clad woman off him and ran out after Remus. The front door was open. Without thinking, Sirius rushed out of it. He finally caught up with his lover at the lift lobby, about to walk into the lift.
Sirius slammed his hand against the metal door and held it there before it closed.
"Remus, listen to me. It's not what it seems."
"I've heard enough, Sirius. I was waiting for you at the school gates, expecting you to appear with Shadow or whatever car that caught your fancy today. You weren't there because you were at home riding something else, or rather, someone else on our bed! That's more than enough, Sirius. I don't care who you fuck in the studio, may it be the make up artist, your hairdresser or hell, even the coffee boy. But at least let me pretend I don't know about them, alright?"
"Sirius?" Bellatrix stood at the end of the corridor, smiling coyly at the two men, dressed still in her panty hose and a shirt Sirius recognized as his own.
The tears Remus was trying so hard to hold back spilled at last. He pushed Sirius away from the door and jabbed hard on the 'door close' button.
"Good bye, lover." He whispered.
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End of Chapter 2
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