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~Sirius' POV, Sunday 31st October~

          I wake up after a night of dreaming about Halloween costume balls and a laughing flame-haired boy.

I don't think I shall ever be able to sleep alone again. To sleep without the gentle, lithe form of Remus Lupin curled up in my arms with his head on my chest and his breast rising and falling as he snores softly, would be impossible. "Sleep on darling…" I whisper as I release him from my grasp. I get up and slip on yesterday's leather trousers with an old T-shirt then head downstairs for breakfast.

          There is the usual buzz of excited chatter (Remus…kissing…potions…last night…dancing together…) as I enter the Great Hall and take a seat at the Gryffindor table.

          "Morning," I say to James, Lily and Peter who are already eating. "Nice hair," I inform James, who still has bright blonde locks.

          James grins broadly at me."Good morning, Sirius. You do know what they say don't you? That blondes have more fun!" Lily giggles as this remark and gazes at James adoringly. Peter looks sullen.

          Suddenly, two warm hands cover my eyes and a voice whispers "guess who?"

          "I don't know- is it Professor Death? Or maybe it's the minister for magic? Or perhaps-"

          "Shut up, Sirius!" says Remus affectionately and kisses my hairline. "Why didn't you wake me? I hate waking up alone."

          I glance at James, Lily and Peter who are all trying to pretend that they're not listening to our conversation. "I guess you're just too cute when you sleep to be woken…" I reply eventually. Then I turn back to my breakfast and pour Remus a strong cup of tea.

          'CRASH!'

          I start and turn towards the source of the noise. The section of bench that Remus had just sat down on has broken and Remus is lying sprawled on the floor amidst several pieces of wood.

          "God, Remus! You really don't look heavy enough to make the bench collapse!" teases James as I help the unfortunate Remus off the floor.

          "Damn Snape!" curses Remus with feeling.

          "Snape did this?" James asks.

          "Yes! And he turned my charms essay pink yesterday. And the day before that he jinxed my quill so that it insulted me every time I tried to write something!"

          "We'll get revenge!" exclaims James fiercely.

          I laugh wickedly. "Well actually, gentlemen, I signed Mr. Severus Snape up with 'Wizard Alcoholics Anonymous' yesterday. Does that count as revenge?"

~Saturday, 6th November~

            Another quiet school week has passed (hell, did I just say another quiet week! We rarely ever have quiet weeks!) In fact, this last week has been so uneventful that I am now convinced Snape and his cronies are planning something dreadful for this weekend. Remus, James and Peter seem to think the same thing, as they've been exceptionally quiet over breakfast this morning- Remus has barely touched his food at all.

          I look up as the post arrives and then turn, along with James and Peter, to watch Snape.

          "Alcoholics Anonymous Membership Pack and the November edition of 'What Alcohol?' magazine! I DIDN'T ORDER THIS!! I swear I didn't-" Snape stops ranting and turns to look at the Marauders with a look of pure, sparkling malice in his dark eyes. Then he grins. Then he starts to laugh loudly. I'm seriously unnerved and turn round to gauge Remus' reaction.

In front of poor Remus sits a bright red smoking envelope.

          "Oh God," mutters Remus.

          "Shit!" I curse.

          "Run while you can," advises James who has also noticed the smoking howler.

          But it's too late to run. The whole of the Gryffindor table cringes as the howler starts screaming. "My dad…" murmurs Remus faintly.

          "NEVER IN MY LIFE HAVE I SEEN ANYTHING SO COWARDLY! NEVER BEFORE HAVE I BEEN SO ASHAMED OF MY ONLY SON AS THIS MORNING WHEN I RECEIVED THE LETTER!  YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT REMUS LUPIN! THE LETTER WHERE YOU SO CASUALLY INFORMED YOUR MOTHER AND I ABOUT YOUR TWISTED SEXUAL PREFERENCES!

          "DID WE BRING YOU UP SO BADLY? WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE A GAY SON? IT'S THAT DAMNED SIRIUS BLACK LEADING YOU ASTRAY ISN'T IT? NO DOUBT HE PERSUADED YOU TO SUBMIT TO HIS SICK, PERVERTED LITTLE MINISTRATIONS!

          "WELL, I WONT'T HAVE IT! THIS NONSENSE MUST END NOW! YOU ARE, UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES, TO CONTINUE THIS RELATIONSHIP WITH MR. BLACK! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR? THERE WILL BE NONE OF THIS HOMOSEXUAL NONSENSE AT BEAXBATONS! IT WILL END NOW!" And as quickly as it had started shouting the howler stops. The Great Hall is silent and every single eye seems to be fixed on either Remus or myself.

          "Why did you tell your parents?" I demand.

          "I didn't," replies Remus unsteadily.

          "Then who did?"

          "Severus Snape."

          Silence.

          "Bloody hell! Forget 'Alcoholics Anonymous'! I'm signing that bastard up to 'Cross-dressers Anonymous' immediately," says James trying to cheer us up. But his words are lost on Remus, who has already got up and is walking out of the Hall with his head bowed and two dozen burning into his back.

            ~Outside~

            "Remus! REMUS!" I cry as I hurtle down towards the lake. Remus doesn't stop walking. "For the love of God, Remus! Stop and listen to me!"

          Remus stops walking along the bank of the lake and turns round to face me. He waits patiently while I catch my breath after running all the way from our dormitory.

          "Are you upset?" I ask him.

          "No," answers Remus but in actual fact he looks heartbroken.

          "I'll kill Snape!"

          "And what good would that do?" demands Remus. "Gandhi said 'an eye for an eye will make the whole world blind' and he was right."

          "He has no right to treat you like this!" I argue.

          "It's not only me. My father just told the entire hall that you are perverted!"

          Remus starts walking again and I walk alongside him. He's going very fast and I can barely keep up with him. A terrible thought crosses my mind. "Remus," I say grabbing his arm to slow him down. "You're not going to listen to your dad, are you? You're not going to end our relationship?"

          Remus stops walking and gently touches his lips to mine. "Of course I'm not! My dad can go to hell, as far as I'm concerned. I've never been so happy before and he's not going to ruin that happiness. Haven't I told you I love you enough times already?"

          All my fears are put to rest. "I can always be told again," I tease.

          "In that case, I love you Sirius Black. I love you more than any parent, more than the moon and stars, more than life itself!" Remus throws himself into my arms and I hold him close to me for a few seconds. "What have you got in your robes?" he asks eventually.

          I laugh and reaching inside my cloak, pull out a bottle of wine. "Not champagne this time, I'm afraid."

          "Is it French?" asks Remus, examining the bottle.

          "Austrian," I answer.

          Remus grins. "I'll drink to that!" He taps the bottle with his wand so the cork flies out of the neck and then takes a long swig straight from the bottle. He hands it to me and we start to walk as we drink.

          "We could always sign Snape up to a dating agency," I suggest eventually.

          "A gay dating agency," furthers Remus.

          "Not that anyone would pick him as a date!" I take a long drink of wine out of the bottle and the two of us walk on in easy silence. It's a cold, crisp day and the lake is perfectly flat, with not a single disturbing ripple.

          "You know, Sirius, I think I like those leather trousers even more in the daylight!"

          "Really?"

          "Yes," says Remus and then hesitates.

          "What is it?" I prompt.

          "I'd like you better out of those trousers," he says quietly.

          "Soon, darling. Soon."

          ~An Entry to Sirius Black's Journal, Wednesday, November 10th ~

            'Why don't you start a journal? I don't know where I'd be without mine,' said Remus to me. So I've started a journal. This is it.

What on earth am I supposed to write? Should I introduce myself? I'm Sirius Black, very nearly seventeen years of age, five feet and ten inches tall, slender and rather good-looking even if I say so myself. I like glam rock and quidditch (but only in moderation). I have a very sexy boyfriend called Remus Lupin. I also have three potions essays to write for Friday.

Now should I say what has happened recently? Severus Snape (evil Slytherin bastard) has received fourteen introductory letters form various societies in the past week. He has also found his cauldron turned into a frog, all his robes dyed pink and his pen charmed so that every time he writes his name it immediately changes to 'Greasy Git'. And yesterday James ambushed him, took him into a broom cupboard and hung him upside down until he agreed to do nothing else to harm my relationship with Remus. I would have done it myself but Remus keeps lecturing me on 'turning the other cheek' and 'two wrongs don't make a right'. 

It's the full moon tomorrow. It'll be the first time this year that Padfoot has been free to run with Moony.

~Thursday, November 11th~

"Hurry up, Sirius! He'll have transformed before we even leave the castle at this rate," says James from under the invisibility cloak.

"Okay, I'm coming," I reply, ducking under the cloak to join him and Peter. There doesn't seem to be enough room. "Peter, you'll have to transform into a rat," I suggest.

Peter transforms and I carry him. Now that the cloak covers all three of us, we walk out of the dormitory, through the common room, along three corridors, down two flights of stairs and out of the entrance hall. Now we move into the pitch darkness outside and discard the cloak. The moon has not yet risen.

"Shit! I've forgotten my wand. I'll have to run back for it," I cry and grabbing the invisibility cloak off James, I run back towards the castle. It is essential that all three of us have our wands in case we separate during the night.

I reach our dormitory in one long sprint and spot my wand lying on my bed. "Such an idiot…" I mutter to myself, then checking the invisibility cloak is covering me, I run back through the common room. I'm starting to panic as I can see moonlight filtering through the windows I pass and I don't want to keep James and Peter waiting. They need both of the larger animals to control Moony.

I dash through the entrance hall and open the huge oak doors just wide enough for me to slip through. Then I start running again and get three paces before I trip over somebody crouched on the ground. "I don't know where you're going, Mr. Black," says Snape.

I curse fluently and realise that the invisibility cloak has partly slipped off. "What the hell are you doing, crouching in doorways so people trip over you?"

I can see Snape laughing, as the moonlight shines across his face. I can also hear a wolf howling. "I have to go now, Snivellus. Find someone else to annoy!" I try to get up but Snape grabs my arm.

"I want to know where you, James and Pumpkin-Peter go every full moon. I've noticed Lupin is always off the day after and-"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I say angrily.

"Lupin's a werewolf," says Snape coldly.

"Don't be stupid!"

"He is. Do you remember when we tackled boggarts in third year and his boggart turned into a full moon?"

"Maybe he's scared of full moons because he's scared of meeting werewolves," I say and try vainly to escape from Snape's grip.

"He's a werewolf," Snape says again.

"You shouldn't go round accusing people of stuff like that," I say and freeing myself from Snape's grip I get to my feet.

Snape looks desperate. "Is it hard to accept that your pretty little boyfriend's actually a man-eating beast?!" he cries.

"HE ISN'T A MAN-EATING BEAST! He's strong and brave and beautiful. You've never seen a werewolf, have you? They're covered in silver-gold fur and have huge amber eyes and-" What the hell am I doing? I practically just admitted that Remus is a werewolf.

"HE'S A FILTHY BEAST!" shouts Snape.

"OH GOD! DO WHAT YOU WANT! GO TO THE WHOMPING WILLOW AND PRESS THE KNOT! THEN GO DOWN THE TUNNEL! YOU CAN SEE HIM IF YOU WANT! HE'S PERFECTLY SAFE!"

Snape looks searchingly at me, then runs off towards the whomping willow. Damn him! I know he won't do what I've said- will he? No, he's too much of a coward. I sink down to the ground. What have I done to Remus?

I've betrayed Remus.

James appears behind me. "Where have you been? What are you doing on the floor? You took so long that I left Peter and came to look for you, and-" James sees the look of horror plastered across my face. "What's up?" he asks.

"Betrayal," I murmur. "I betrayed him."

"What have you done?" questions James. He sounds worried.

I have been so stupid. "Snape started questioning me and-"

"YOU TOLD HIM REMUS' SECRET, DIDN'T YOU?"

I nod helplessly.

"Where's Snape now?"

"I sent him to the willow," I whisper. I realise this is no longer a prank- I've sent Snape to his death. If Snape does what I told him to, then he'll come to the end of a tunnel and meet a fully-grown werewolf. How could I be so stupid? How could I do this to Remus? To Snape?

"YOU SENT SNAPE TO MOONY?!"

I nod. James stares at me for one moment, in the same way that a loyal disciple might have looked at Judas, and then transforms into a stag and gallops to the willow at full speed.

I am Judas Iscariot. I've betrayed the only person I've ever loved.

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