A/n: I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS! NO SUEAGE!
Rated: PG-13 for mild swearing
HP/DM Remus/Sirius
No Flames! You Knew this was a Slash, you don't like it, don't read it. It's that simple.
Breakfast
Harry's P.o.V.
I don't think I realized it at the moment, or even thought about it, but I stared at him that morning. Something wasn't right about him. Something that had been wrong for weeks. Those eyes didn't hold the same luster..Those lips lacked their usual smirk...That tongue didn't lash out with the same stinging words anymore. My heart ached to comfort him...or at least ask what was wrong...though something deep inside of me prevented it. Or maybe it was just the fact that I was in the Great Hall, surrounded by so many people.
I slipped back off into that dream..that vision I had...of my parents..Would they accept my differences, would they accept me for who I was? I asked the pictures of them in the photo album that Hagrid had given me years ago...and they had nodded...so I knew that they would...And then there was the vision of Sirius..and Remus...Would they accept me? That question I had always known the answer to. They would accept that I was different...I mean..they were the same way...they were lovers...so of course they could accept it. It was something else that had me worried...Would they accept that it was Him I had fallen for? That it was Him I dreamt about every night?
"Ron, 'Moine, I'll see you later...I want to be alone for a bit..." I said quietly, still staring at Him.
"But you'll miss--" They both started, but I was already leaving, and they didn't bother to continue.
My eyes never left him as I walked out of the Hall, but as soon as I was out of there, I ran as fast as I could, up the stairs, to the corridor, and the room itself, that I was sure that only Dumbledore and myself knew about. Finally I stopped running and panted, whispering "Alohomora," with my want pointed at the door. Funny though, the lock never clicked. The door was...open.
"Strange...I know I locked the door the last time I was here..." I mused quietly.
I shook off the suspicion, figuring that Dumbledore must have left it open for some reason. I walked in and looked briefly out the now familiar window out at the quidditch pitch. I shrugged, not wanting to think about practice, nor the game that I had later that day, and turned to the mirror, gently running my hand over the side of it.
"Hello again, my dear friend." I whispered.
I sighed and stared into my own emerald eyes, and then turned my gaze up to my unruly black hair, so much like my father's had been. I watched my reflection as it changed, his body appearing in front of mine, snuggling up to me..That beauty..it was so perfect. I slowly put my arms infront of me, as if hugging an invisible person.
Tears rolled down my cheek as I watched my reflection lovingly hold him. He turned a bit, His eyes staring into mine, that silvery blonde hair fell so beautifully, so gracefully framing his face. That body was so lean and strong from playing Quidditch, though it was so insecure and needing protection..
I shook out of it, Dumbledore's words from my first year about this mirror echoed in my head. I looked at my new watch, and found that I had a good half an hour before class would be over. I walked back up to the Gryffindor commons and up to my dormitory in silence. I crawled into bed, and after making sure that no one else was there, and after putting a silencing charm on my bed, I cried myself to sleep...wishing he was there in my arms.
A/N: 2nd chapter typed. I have up through 5 written in my notebook, and if I'm not too lazy, they'll be typed before Saturday. Please be nice when Reviewing..I don't Like Flames... Read and Review PLEASE! o.o
HP/DM Remus/Sirius
No Flames! You Knew this was a Slash, you don't like it, don't read it. It's that simple.
Breakfast
Harry's P.o.V.
I don't think I realized it at the moment, or even thought about it, but I stared at him that morning. Something wasn't right about him. Something that had been wrong for weeks. Those eyes didn't hold the same luster..Those lips lacked their usual smirk...That tongue didn't lash out with the same stinging words anymore. My heart ached to comfort him...or at least ask what was wrong...though something deep inside of me prevented it. Or maybe it was just the fact that I was in the Great Hall, surrounded by so many people.
I slipped back off into that dream..that vision I had...of my parents..Would they accept my differences, would they accept me for who I was? I asked the pictures of them in the photo album that Hagrid had given me years ago...and they had nodded...so I knew that they would...And then there was the vision of Sirius..and Remus...Would they accept me? That question I had always known the answer to. They would accept that I was different...I mean..they were the same way...they were lovers...so of course they could accept it. It was something else that had me worried...Would they accept that it was Him I had fallen for? That it was Him I dreamt about every night?
"Ron, 'Moine, I'll see you later...I want to be alone for a bit..." I said quietly, still staring at Him.
"But you'll miss--" They both started, but I was already leaving, and they didn't bother to continue.
My eyes never left him as I walked out of the Hall, but as soon as I was out of there, I ran as fast as I could, up the stairs, to the corridor, and the room itself, that I was sure that only Dumbledore and myself knew about. Finally I stopped running and panted, whispering "Alohomora," with my want pointed at the door. Funny though, the lock never clicked. The door was...open.
"Strange...I know I locked the door the last time I was here..." I mused quietly.
I shook off the suspicion, figuring that Dumbledore must have left it open for some reason. I walked in and looked briefly out the now familiar window out at the quidditch pitch. I shrugged, not wanting to think about practice, nor the game that I had later that day, and turned to the mirror, gently running my hand over the side of it.
"Hello again, my dear friend." I whispered.
I sighed and stared into my own emerald eyes, and then turned my gaze up to my unruly black hair, so much like my father's had been. I watched my reflection as it changed, his body appearing in front of mine, snuggling up to me..That beauty..it was so perfect. I slowly put my arms infront of me, as if hugging an invisible person.
Tears rolled down my cheek as I watched my reflection lovingly hold him. He turned a bit, His eyes staring into mine, that silvery blonde hair fell so beautifully, so gracefully framing his face. That body was so lean and strong from playing Quidditch, though it was so insecure and needing protection..
I shook out of it, Dumbledore's words from my first year about this mirror echoed in my head. I looked at my new watch, and found that I had a good half an hour before class would be over. I walked back up to the Gryffindor commons and up to my dormitory in silence. I crawled into bed, and after making sure that no one else was there, and after putting a silencing charm on my bed, I cried myself to sleep...wishing he was there in my arms.
A/N: 2nd chapter typed. I have up through 5 written in my notebook, and if I'm not too lazy, they'll be typed before Saturday. Please be nice when Reviewing..I don't Like Flames... Read and Review PLEASE! o.o