A/N: I am most definitely making a short ficlet of this Remus/Sirius story.
I think five chapters will be my limit for this story, though. Read, enjoy,
and please review! Criticism is most welcome, as long as it is
constructive!
With This Kiss
Chapter 2: The God Whom I Loved
Remus felt someone yanking his foot and pushing down on the bed roughly, trying to rouse him. That's not possible, I'm sitting at the desk, thinking about Sirius, Remus thought doggedly. "Go 'way," he muttered roughly. "Can't you see I want to die?"
"C'mon, Moony, you silly sod, get your arse out of bed right now!"
Remus's eyes shot open. That voice. He knew that voice, heard that voice every moment in his head, even in his dreams. His heart skipped a beat. It wasn't possible! Was it? Remus's body catapulted up, swiping sheets aside, searching around for the body of the voice, for Sirius.
The first thing he noticed was that he was most definitely NOT at Grimauld Place. He was in the sixth year Gryffindor boys' dormitory. Remus blinked rapidly and looked down at himself, blushing at the unintentional bareness. Remus heard a laugh and covered himself up quickly. He turned. And saw-
Him. "Oh god," Remus whispered. He hadn't imagined it. Here was Sirius, alive.
"Um, nope, I'm Sirius," the beautiful blue-eyed lad sang, eyes shining brightly with some well-kept secret. "But close guess."
Remus stuttered, "Uh, Sirius? Is it really you?"
The gleam fell. "Of course. Why wouldn't it be? Hey, why weren't you at breakfast?"
Remus looked at Sirius again. He looked not a day over sixteen. Remus felt a wave of panic wash over him. What had happened? He jumped from the bed and ran to the mirror hanging on the wall. He looked at his own youthful face, far much younger than he should have been. He gasped and whipped around to face the god, his one love, Sirius. "What-what-what happened? Why are we here?"
Sirius frowned. "Remus, we have class in twenty minutes. You know. Transfiguration, taught to us by Professor McGonagall, old bint who loves to dish out detentions to us? Moony, you all right? The bludger didn't knock you that hard, did it? Listen, if you die, can I have your Charms essay? Flitwick told me if I don't pass his final exam this year he's going to hex me. And I don't doubt him."
"Huh?" Remus frowned. "Uh, yeah, sure." Was he dying? What was happening? Had he taken a knock to the head yesterday?
"Oy, listen, Remus. You are alright, aren't you?" Sirius inquired as he promptly shoved a whole chocolate frog into his mouth. "Madam Lousier said you'd be fine, but you're acting a bit strange."
"Wait, what happened-" Remus began to speak, as two familiar figures came plodding into the dormitory. Remus heard a boisterous shout.
"Oy, Moony!"
Remus gasped and turned. It couldn't be! "J-James?" Remus croaked.
A/N: Chapter Three I have yet to finish. I figured I'd give this out as an early treat!
With This Kiss
Chapter 2: The God Whom I Loved
Remus felt someone yanking his foot and pushing down on the bed roughly, trying to rouse him. That's not possible, I'm sitting at the desk, thinking about Sirius, Remus thought doggedly. "Go 'way," he muttered roughly. "Can't you see I want to die?"
"C'mon, Moony, you silly sod, get your arse out of bed right now!"
Remus's eyes shot open. That voice. He knew that voice, heard that voice every moment in his head, even in his dreams. His heart skipped a beat. It wasn't possible! Was it? Remus's body catapulted up, swiping sheets aside, searching around for the body of the voice, for Sirius.
The first thing he noticed was that he was most definitely NOT at Grimauld Place. He was in the sixth year Gryffindor boys' dormitory. Remus blinked rapidly and looked down at himself, blushing at the unintentional bareness. Remus heard a laugh and covered himself up quickly. He turned. And saw-
Him. "Oh god," Remus whispered. He hadn't imagined it. Here was Sirius, alive.
"Um, nope, I'm Sirius," the beautiful blue-eyed lad sang, eyes shining brightly with some well-kept secret. "But close guess."
Remus stuttered, "Uh, Sirius? Is it really you?"
The gleam fell. "Of course. Why wouldn't it be? Hey, why weren't you at breakfast?"
Remus looked at Sirius again. He looked not a day over sixteen. Remus felt a wave of panic wash over him. What had happened? He jumped from the bed and ran to the mirror hanging on the wall. He looked at his own youthful face, far much younger than he should have been. He gasped and whipped around to face the god, his one love, Sirius. "What-what-what happened? Why are we here?"
Sirius frowned. "Remus, we have class in twenty minutes. You know. Transfiguration, taught to us by Professor McGonagall, old bint who loves to dish out detentions to us? Moony, you all right? The bludger didn't knock you that hard, did it? Listen, if you die, can I have your Charms essay? Flitwick told me if I don't pass his final exam this year he's going to hex me. And I don't doubt him."
"Huh?" Remus frowned. "Uh, yeah, sure." Was he dying? What was happening? Had he taken a knock to the head yesterday?
"Oy, listen, Remus. You are alright, aren't you?" Sirius inquired as he promptly shoved a whole chocolate frog into his mouth. "Madam Lousier said you'd be fine, but you're acting a bit strange."
"Wait, what happened-" Remus began to speak, as two familiar figures came plodding into the dormitory. Remus heard a boisterous shout.
"Oy, Moony!"
Remus gasped and turned. It couldn't be! "J-James?" Remus croaked.
A/N: Chapter Three I have yet to finish. I figured I'd give this out as an early treat!