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Chapter Two
Sirius didn't need to wait long with the woman in the hut for Remus's reply. It came later that night, and she untied it from the owl.
"You want this right? That Lupin-fellow replied, didn't he?" she asked him quietly.
Sirius barked in excitement, wagging his tail furiously. Remus-, he thought hungrily, and he gave another anxious yap.
"Here. I suppose you can't stay any longer, can you? I was beginning to enjoy your company. Maybe you could visit?" she added hopefully.
He licked her hand and she smiled.
"Good. My name is Andromeda, don't forget," she waved as Padfoot trotted away letter in jaw, and in shock that he'd encountered his cousin and he hadn't remembered her.
"Goodbye..."
Padfoot-
I'm so glad you're alive and well. I was afraid- well, afraid that quite a few things happened actually, but most of all afraid that you were unable to get somewhere safe. But I'm very happy things are somewhat sorted out.
As to you staying with me, I'll have quite enough free time to help you recuperate. I've resigned my post as Defense Against the Dark Arts, and it's the summer- meaning little hope for someone like me to get work. I'm glad you didn't just head off to where you remembered my last home was... you wouldn't find me there. I'm in a town some miles off from Bristol. I'm certain I'll be there to welcome you-
Here Sirius grinned. Remus's place was much closer to he than Hogwarts. Buckbeak and him had traveled quite further than Sirius expected. Remus's home was about an hour, at most, on Buckbeak, while Hogwarts was twice that.
The rest of the letter gave his address, and finished afterward. Folding the letter and shoving it into his robes (he had had to be human to open and read the letter properly), he slid neatly onto Buckbeak.
"We're off again, my friend. To Remus's!" he said with more enthusiasm than he'd thought he had.
Sirius grinned again. Things were going to be a lot better when he was with Remus again.
As Sirius had thought, it took less than an hour to arrive at Lupin's residence. Getting into his home was a bit tricky, as it was in a somewhat larger town and there were few places to hide and transform. But he was able to accomplish the feat nonetheless, even without his wand.
He couldn't remember what had happened to it. Was it confiscated? Destroyed? He shook his head, his still stringy hair swishing with the movement. It was still too early to recall little memories such as that. But the sooner he started recuperating with Remus, the quicker (he was hoping) more of his memories would return.
Stepping around the house carefully Sirius searched again for quill, ink, and parchment- or at least something to write on and something to write with. He didn't want, for some reason or another, to prowl and search through Remus's things as he had Andromeda's. So he finally settled on some extra bit of The Daily Prophet and a pen lying nearby.
Flipping through to get a clear spot to write on, he found a page-length ad with enough blank space to write on.
He wrote hurriedly, a quick note to the werewolf, telling him he would be sleeping on the couch in the living room and that he should wake him when he arrived home. He also made a little note that there was a hippogriff sleeping, as he soon would be, in his bathroom.
Sirius finished the note and placed it conspicuously near the front door. Meaning hanging on a string from the ceiling. Moony would enjoy that, he thought, feeling it reminiscent of their schoolboy days.
Thinking over and hoping he'd thought of everything, Sirius snatched a few blankets. They were a bit dusty since Remus had not been in his house for at least 9 months, but they'd settle.
Covering himself up, he felt his head hit the pillow and he was out.
It would be a good idea to tidy things up a bit before Sirius came Lupin thought as he unlocked his door with his wand, disarming the few other spells that kept the door locked.
When he stepped in, his face met with an old newspaper. As he shoved it out of his face, he noticed that some familiar writing was on it.
He read it through quickly and smiled. Walking straight to the couch, he saw the bulge of blankets that was Sirius.
Remus's smile got even wider as he stripped off the blankets. After all, he had said to wake him up. He wasn't going to deny it to him!
When the blankets and dust had settled to the floor, the ex-convict did nothing but curl up on the couch instinctively.
"Mhmm... Don't do that" he mumbled still asleep and in a dream.
"Oh Padfoot," Lupin said in a singsong voice. "Wake u-p." He started shaking Sirius's shoulders, and he awoke at once.
"N-no! I-Remus?" Sirius had been waving his hands to ward off the dream attacker and froze them. He tilted his head upward and saw the madly grinning man above him. "You're home?"
"Of course I am. But before we do anything, I'd think it best if you told me why there's a hippogriff in my bathroom."
Sirius blinked once; then his face broke into a smile and- as it had before- seemed to take years off him.
"That's Buckbeak. He helped me escape... but... I'd have thought you knew what happened after..." he trailed off, not wanting to think much of what happened the previous night.
"Not all the details, just the main gist of it." Remus brushed himself off from the dust that had settled on him. "But, you realize you still look too much like the 'wanted man' you supposedly are. I'll let you sleep some more and when you wake again we'll talk and eat. All right?"
"That would be wonderful. Just hand me back those blankets and I'll get right to it," jested Sirius. Being around Remus was making him happier and more humorous than he was thinking possible.
"I'll see you soon," Lupin remarked as his old friend settled in the sofa once more.
"Mmm hmm..." he mumbled assent, falling away again.
Remus soon found there was little food to be had in his house and decided a trip to the grocer was in store. He knew that Sirius would be asleep for a long time, maybe not waking until the next day.
He started on the familiar path into the small town and Lupin felt a sudden shiver crawl between his shoulder blades. Bristling like he would've in wolf form, he shook the feeling away. However, a niggling emotion stayed as he continued, and it wouldn't take long for him to realize what it was from.
The road was more hushed than it usually was as he entered town he noted absentmindedly, but brushed the thought aside.
A little bell jingled announcing his entrance into the grocery. He paced around, when he noticed the silence even more apparent here. Slowly raising his eyes, he tried to catch another person's eyes. When he did, he regretted it.
Fear. Danger. Fright. Disgust. His heart sank; he had forgotten... Snape had made it quite public at Hogwarts that he was a werewolf. He hadn't thought of the effects that would take in his own town. Now he wished he had.
Continuing in silence, he gathered the things Sirius and him would need, all the while rethinking his plans of the future. Not that there was much of one because of his curse. He sighed as he approached the counter and the young cashier girl flinched.
"Uh... are you ready s-sir?" she asked, failing to cover up her terror. Remus's heart sank hearing her speak.
"Yes... that's all for today."
"Good! Stay away from us, monster!" a young voice came from somewhere. Lupin barely had the heart to search for the voice, which ended up being a little boy barely five years old.
"Hush!! Don't bring attention to yourself like that... although, I do have to agree with him, you know," the mother of child said, bringing her arm protectively around the boy.
Remus still said nothing as his items were rung in and he passed money over to the cashier.
"Nothing to say for yourself, eh?" another voice, this one elderly, brought up.
He walked with his bags toward the door, but the old man blocked his way.
"Please... I need to get back home," Lupin said wearily.
"And then what? Kill off some innocents afterward? Your kind killed my wife!" The last remark rang through the building. 'Your kind... kill...'
"Ple-" Lupin was interrupted as the man, harder than he'd imagined he could, shoved him backwards with a fist into the gut. The old man spat at his feet.
"You deserved that." And he strode off.
The bags had scattered, with items falling- some still rolling away- over the floor. Remus merely gathered them back up listlessly, with his eyes cloudy and unseeing.
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Chapter Two
Sirius didn't need to wait long with the woman in the hut for Remus's reply. It came later that night, and she untied it from the owl.
"You want this right? That Lupin-fellow replied, didn't he?" she asked him quietly.
Sirius barked in excitement, wagging his tail furiously. Remus-, he thought hungrily, and he gave another anxious yap.
"Here. I suppose you can't stay any longer, can you? I was beginning to enjoy your company. Maybe you could visit?" she added hopefully.
He licked her hand and she smiled.
"Good. My name is Andromeda, don't forget," she waved as Padfoot trotted away letter in jaw, and in shock that he'd encountered his cousin and he hadn't remembered her.
"Goodbye..."
Padfoot-
I'm so glad you're alive and well. I was afraid- well, afraid that quite a few things happened actually, but most of all afraid that you were unable to get somewhere safe. But I'm very happy things are somewhat sorted out.
As to you staying with me, I'll have quite enough free time to help you recuperate. I've resigned my post as Defense Against the Dark Arts, and it's the summer- meaning little hope for someone like me to get work. I'm glad you didn't just head off to where you remembered my last home was... you wouldn't find me there. I'm in a town some miles off from Bristol. I'm certain I'll be there to welcome you-
Here Sirius grinned. Remus's place was much closer to he than Hogwarts. Buckbeak and him had traveled quite further than Sirius expected. Remus's home was about an hour, at most, on Buckbeak, while Hogwarts was twice that.
The rest of the letter gave his address, and finished afterward. Folding the letter and shoving it into his robes (he had had to be human to open and read the letter properly), he slid neatly onto Buckbeak.
"We're off again, my friend. To Remus's!" he said with more enthusiasm than he'd thought he had.
Sirius grinned again. Things were going to be a lot better when he was with Remus again.
As Sirius had thought, it took less than an hour to arrive at Lupin's residence. Getting into his home was a bit tricky, as it was in a somewhat larger town and there were few places to hide and transform. But he was able to accomplish the feat nonetheless, even without his wand.
He couldn't remember what had happened to it. Was it confiscated? Destroyed? He shook his head, his still stringy hair swishing with the movement. It was still too early to recall little memories such as that. But the sooner he started recuperating with Remus, the quicker (he was hoping) more of his memories would return.
Stepping around the house carefully Sirius searched again for quill, ink, and parchment- or at least something to write on and something to write with. He didn't want, for some reason or another, to prowl and search through Remus's things as he had Andromeda's. So he finally settled on some extra bit of The Daily Prophet and a pen lying nearby.
Flipping through to get a clear spot to write on, he found a page-length ad with enough blank space to write on.
He wrote hurriedly, a quick note to the werewolf, telling him he would be sleeping on the couch in the living room and that he should wake him when he arrived home. He also made a little note that there was a hippogriff sleeping, as he soon would be, in his bathroom.
Sirius finished the note and placed it conspicuously near the front door. Meaning hanging on a string from the ceiling. Moony would enjoy that, he thought, feeling it reminiscent of their schoolboy days.
Thinking over and hoping he'd thought of everything, Sirius snatched a few blankets. They were a bit dusty since Remus had not been in his house for at least 9 months, but they'd settle.
Covering himself up, he felt his head hit the pillow and he was out.
It would be a good idea to tidy things up a bit before Sirius came Lupin thought as he unlocked his door with his wand, disarming the few other spells that kept the door locked.
When he stepped in, his face met with an old newspaper. As he shoved it out of his face, he noticed that some familiar writing was on it.
He read it through quickly and smiled. Walking straight to the couch, he saw the bulge of blankets that was Sirius.
Remus's smile got even wider as he stripped off the blankets. After all, he had said to wake him up. He wasn't going to deny it to him!
When the blankets and dust had settled to the floor, the ex-convict did nothing but curl up on the couch instinctively.
"Mhmm... Don't do that" he mumbled still asleep and in a dream.
"Oh Padfoot," Lupin said in a singsong voice. "Wake u-p." He started shaking Sirius's shoulders, and he awoke at once.
"N-no! I-Remus?" Sirius had been waving his hands to ward off the dream attacker and froze them. He tilted his head upward and saw the madly grinning man above him. "You're home?"
"Of course I am. But before we do anything, I'd think it best if you told me why there's a hippogriff in my bathroom."
Sirius blinked once; then his face broke into a smile and- as it had before- seemed to take years off him.
"That's Buckbeak. He helped me escape... but... I'd have thought you knew what happened after..." he trailed off, not wanting to think much of what happened the previous night.
"Not all the details, just the main gist of it." Remus brushed himself off from the dust that had settled on him. "But, you realize you still look too much like the 'wanted man' you supposedly are. I'll let you sleep some more and when you wake again we'll talk and eat. All right?"
"That would be wonderful. Just hand me back those blankets and I'll get right to it," jested Sirius. Being around Remus was making him happier and more humorous than he was thinking possible.
"I'll see you soon," Lupin remarked as his old friend settled in the sofa once more.
"Mmm hmm..." he mumbled assent, falling away again.
Remus soon found there was little food to be had in his house and decided a trip to the grocer was in store. He knew that Sirius would be asleep for a long time, maybe not waking until the next day.
He started on the familiar path into the small town and Lupin felt a sudden shiver crawl between his shoulder blades. Bristling like he would've in wolf form, he shook the feeling away. However, a niggling emotion stayed as he continued, and it wouldn't take long for him to realize what it was from.
The road was more hushed than it usually was as he entered town he noted absentmindedly, but brushed the thought aside.
A little bell jingled announcing his entrance into the grocery. He paced around, when he noticed the silence even more apparent here. Slowly raising his eyes, he tried to catch another person's eyes. When he did, he regretted it.
Fear. Danger. Fright. Disgust. His heart sank; he had forgotten... Snape had made it quite public at Hogwarts that he was a werewolf. He hadn't thought of the effects that would take in his own town. Now he wished he had.
Continuing in silence, he gathered the things Sirius and him would need, all the while rethinking his plans of the future. Not that there was much of one because of his curse. He sighed as he approached the counter and the young cashier girl flinched.
"Uh... are you ready s-sir?" she asked, failing to cover up her terror. Remus's heart sank hearing her speak.
"Yes... that's all for today."
"Good! Stay away from us, monster!" a young voice came from somewhere. Lupin barely had the heart to search for the voice, which ended up being a little boy barely five years old.
"Hush!! Don't bring attention to yourself like that... although, I do have to agree with him, you know," the mother of child said, bringing her arm protectively around the boy.
Remus still said nothing as his items were rung in and he passed money over to the cashier.
"Nothing to say for yourself, eh?" another voice, this one elderly, brought up.
He walked with his bags toward the door, but the old man blocked his way.
"Please... I need to get back home," Lupin said wearily.
"And then what? Kill off some innocents afterward? Your kind killed my wife!" The last remark rang through the building. 'Your kind... kill...'
"Ple-" Lupin was interrupted as the man, harder than he'd imagined he could, shoved him backwards with a fist into the gut. The old man spat at his feet.
"You deserved that." And he strode off.
The bags had scattered, with items falling- some still rolling away- over the floor. Remus merely gathered them back up listlessly, with his eyes cloudy and unseeing.
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