A.N: Well, here is the second chapter. I didn't intend to make this a
chapetered fic a first, but I like where this story is going. Well,
anyways, on with the fic.
Chapter 2
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Remus didn't hear the creak of his office door opening from downstairs. Nor did he hear the soft tapping of the set of paws which were making their way up the stairs leading to his bed room. He was also oblivious to the slow groan as his chamber door was nuzzled open by a large, shaggy black dog. He had finally succumbed to a restless slumber after much mental turning, and was now sleeping uneasily in a fit of nightmares.
Suddenly, a tall, emaciated man with gangly black hair and deep pitted eyes materialized from where the dog had just been. Sirius.
Sirius walked noiselessly over to Remus' bedside, and sat his tierd body on the floor in front of his sleeping friend. As he sat, he studied Remus' face, as he had done so many nights before. For a while now since his escape, he had been entering Remus' bedroom in the dead of night to watch him sleep. Remus' doors were never locked. This puzzled Sirius. Why would someone who knew that an apparent psycho mass murderer was on the loose leave their door open? Well, maybe Remus wanted to be found by the psycho mass murderer. This didn't seem like too much of a stretch to Sirius, and asides, he tried to keep his deep internal ponderings to a minimum lately. The most dominant thoughts in his head since his escape had been "kill peter kill peter save Harry, see Remus tell Remus see Remus." But, as he looked upon Remus' prematurely lined face, he was hit with a clarity that only the sight of his love could hold over him. Every night he had come to watch Remus sleep he was facing a huge risk of being caught, and every night he visited Remus he would argue with himself whether or not he should wake him up and tell him everything.
So far he had been unable to summon up the courage to do so. Sirius issued an incredibly low, and hardly audible chuckle. Wasn't it funny? He had braved Azkaban for thirteen years, escaped with his body more or less in tact, fought his way across impossible obstacles all the way to Hogwarts, and now, he found it impossible to simply wake his sleeping ex boyfriend and tell him his story. Oh, but how he longed to tell him. He had wanted to for so long. And now, when he was given the perfect opportunity, he wasted it. *Had* wasted it over and over again.
"Sirius."
Sirius jumped slightly on his seat on the floor. Remus was moaning in his sleep. He was moaning *his* name. Was that a good thing? Sirius moved in closer to better see Remus' expression. Was it a happy expression? No. Sirius almost sobbed aloud. Remus' face was set in a perfect mask of pain and confusion.
"Sirius, I love you."
Sirius' heart nearly fluttered. He was certainly hit with the ghost of a feeling he hadn't experienced for ages, far too long ago. He was severely tempted to stroke Remus' face until he awoke, and proclaim that his love for his werewolf hadn't waned one bit, but then:
"Sirius I hate you."
His words were slow, thick with sleep, but they couldn't have been any sharper to Sirius' remainder of heart. He coiled away from the sleeping form of his Remus. No longer his. He steadied himself onto his feet as he was hit with a sudden vertigo. He clutched at the windowsill, moonlight spilling through a small gap in the curtain, softly high lighting Remus' beautiful face.
"Sirius, why?"
Once more, Remus slurred out Sirius' name, turning over onto his side, blocking his face from the sliver of moonlight. O how Sirius whished he could answer Remus' question. Wished he could gain the courage to face the one person he had ever truly loved. The only person who had ever truly loved him back. And now, the person hated him. Well, that was only natural wasn't it? He did supposedly murder their best friends. How could he expect anything less then hate from Remus? But, Remus also said that he loved him. Sirius' vertigo passed, and was replaced with more confusion and thick dismay. Remus loved him, but hated him. After all this time, he still loved him. After all he had allegedly done, he still loved him. But, which emotion was strongest? If Sirius woke Remus, would he open his arms lovingly and invite him to divulge his part of the story? Or would he hex him into oblivion before he said two words? He wasn't ready to take that chance, but he would be soon. He wasn't going to let his soul be carted away before he finished at least one of the two tasks he had come to perform.
But, for now, Sirius disappeared, to be replaced by the shaggy dog. The dog cocked its head thoughtfully at the quilted lump which was Remus, then squeezed it's lanky frame through the ajar door, padded back down the stairs, and through the front office door. The dog was careful to nuzzle the office door closed. That may cause more suspicion then necessary on Remus' part. The dog trotted easily through the vast castle, it's presence unnoticed, even when it passed the Dementors at the front of the castle they sensed no more then an irritating clout of coldness. As the dog made it's way back towards it's temporary home- the Shrieking Shack- it uttered a small, strangled whimper that was carried away by the stiff, early October wind. Anyone who may have heard this little cry would have sworn that the dog was in pain. And they would not be wrong in the least.
Ok, well, there's the second chapter. I know it's short, but I'm hoping that the next will be a bit longer. Please review. I'd love to hear your input.
Chapter 2
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Remus didn't hear the creak of his office door opening from downstairs. Nor did he hear the soft tapping of the set of paws which were making their way up the stairs leading to his bed room. He was also oblivious to the slow groan as his chamber door was nuzzled open by a large, shaggy black dog. He had finally succumbed to a restless slumber after much mental turning, and was now sleeping uneasily in a fit of nightmares.
Suddenly, a tall, emaciated man with gangly black hair and deep pitted eyes materialized from where the dog had just been. Sirius.
Sirius walked noiselessly over to Remus' bedside, and sat his tierd body on the floor in front of his sleeping friend. As he sat, he studied Remus' face, as he had done so many nights before. For a while now since his escape, he had been entering Remus' bedroom in the dead of night to watch him sleep. Remus' doors were never locked. This puzzled Sirius. Why would someone who knew that an apparent psycho mass murderer was on the loose leave their door open? Well, maybe Remus wanted to be found by the psycho mass murderer. This didn't seem like too much of a stretch to Sirius, and asides, he tried to keep his deep internal ponderings to a minimum lately. The most dominant thoughts in his head since his escape had been "kill peter kill peter save Harry, see Remus tell Remus see Remus." But, as he looked upon Remus' prematurely lined face, he was hit with a clarity that only the sight of his love could hold over him. Every night he had come to watch Remus sleep he was facing a huge risk of being caught, and every night he visited Remus he would argue with himself whether or not he should wake him up and tell him everything.
So far he had been unable to summon up the courage to do so. Sirius issued an incredibly low, and hardly audible chuckle. Wasn't it funny? He had braved Azkaban for thirteen years, escaped with his body more or less in tact, fought his way across impossible obstacles all the way to Hogwarts, and now, he found it impossible to simply wake his sleeping ex boyfriend and tell him his story. Oh, but how he longed to tell him. He had wanted to for so long. And now, when he was given the perfect opportunity, he wasted it. *Had* wasted it over and over again.
"Sirius."
Sirius jumped slightly on his seat on the floor. Remus was moaning in his sleep. He was moaning *his* name. Was that a good thing? Sirius moved in closer to better see Remus' expression. Was it a happy expression? No. Sirius almost sobbed aloud. Remus' face was set in a perfect mask of pain and confusion.
"Sirius, I love you."
Sirius' heart nearly fluttered. He was certainly hit with the ghost of a feeling he hadn't experienced for ages, far too long ago. He was severely tempted to stroke Remus' face until he awoke, and proclaim that his love for his werewolf hadn't waned one bit, but then:
"Sirius I hate you."
His words were slow, thick with sleep, but they couldn't have been any sharper to Sirius' remainder of heart. He coiled away from the sleeping form of his Remus. No longer his. He steadied himself onto his feet as he was hit with a sudden vertigo. He clutched at the windowsill, moonlight spilling through a small gap in the curtain, softly high lighting Remus' beautiful face.
"Sirius, why?"
Once more, Remus slurred out Sirius' name, turning over onto his side, blocking his face from the sliver of moonlight. O how Sirius whished he could answer Remus' question. Wished he could gain the courage to face the one person he had ever truly loved. The only person who had ever truly loved him back. And now, the person hated him. Well, that was only natural wasn't it? He did supposedly murder their best friends. How could he expect anything less then hate from Remus? But, Remus also said that he loved him. Sirius' vertigo passed, and was replaced with more confusion and thick dismay. Remus loved him, but hated him. After all this time, he still loved him. After all he had allegedly done, he still loved him. But, which emotion was strongest? If Sirius woke Remus, would he open his arms lovingly and invite him to divulge his part of the story? Or would he hex him into oblivion before he said two words? He wasn't ready to take that chance, but he would be soon. He wasn't going to let his soul be carted away before he finished at least one of the two tasks he had come to perform.
But, for now, Sirius disappeared, to be replaced by the shaggy dog. The dog cocked its head thoughtfully at the quilted lump which was Remus, then squeezed it's lanky frame through the ajar door, padded back down the stairs, and through the front office door. The dog was careful to nuzzle the office door closed. That may cause more suspicion then necessary on Remus' part. The dog trotted easily through the vast castle, it's presence unnoticed, even when it passed the Dementors at the front of the castle they sensed no more then an irritating clout of coldness. As the dog made it's way back towards it's temporary home- the Shrieking Shack- it uttered a small, strangled whimper that was carried away by the stiff, early October wind. Anyone who may have heard this little cry would have sworn that the dog was in pain. And they would not be wrong in the least.
Ok, well, there's the second chapter. I know it's short, but I'm hoping that the next will be a bit longer. Please review. I'd love to hear your input.