A/N: This chapter takes place the same time as the last two chapters on December 28. It's Sirius' POV instead of Remus' to furthermore give a more interesting prospect of things.
Remix December 28: Everything Evil
"Nightmare?"
Who? Wha? Huh?
HEY! Who's trying to steal my blankets?! Ung. Leggo of my covers Mr. Blankie-stealer!
Whoever tried to steal my covers gave up. Good, because I'm not a morning person and if they managed to get one from my grasp there would seriously be a breakfast brawl.
I heard the door creak suggesting someone leaving. Then a loud plunge and a curse. Of course—Remus. So innocent and pure but can produce a long string of vulgarity. And in several different languages as well.
Somehow, I have no idea how, I pulled myself out of bed and walked to the door and saw my sandy-haired lover lying on the floor staring at something down the hallway.
"What are you doing?" I asked. He lay down on his back and stared at me, his hazel eyes glowing in the sunlight.
"I was studying the carpet, Padfoot, just to see if it'd start to unravel." He answered. He thinks he's so clever...Heh.
"Any luck?"
"Like boiling water. Doesn't boil if you watch it."
I smiled at him. "Need help?" I pulled him up to his feet but I was startled when he yelped in pain. "What's the matter?"
"Arm is broken." He said simply. I thought the maid, Alex-blah-blah, healed it...oh, well. I pulled out my wand from my back pocket and held it to his arm. "Do you always go to sleep with your wand?"
"Which one?" Me and my innuendoes he he..."Actually no, but I haven't taken off my clothes from last night and my wand was still in my back pocket. I wondered why something kept poking me in the back last night...but I just thought—"
"Don't you dare—." Oh but I do dare.
"—it was you." He he, I love the look he's giving me.
"You weren't supposed to finish." When will he ever learn? I don't listen, plain and simple. Finishing the task, I muttered the incantation I learned from Madam Pomfrey to heal breaks in bones.
After that was done and over with I asked him, "What does this great day have in store for Monsieur Moony?"
"This rather shitty day will consist of disputing with dear ol' Mom and Dad who are overcritical, insensitive, cold-hearted, heartless, unyielding, cold-blooded—"
"Stop before you regret something." Something being everything you just said.
"No, really, I don't mind putting down my parents." Yeah, sure.
He looked at me quizzically his eyes seeming distant. He was thinking about something that was for sure. "Are you okay?" No answer. "Hello?"
"I'm fine, Sirius. I just have a lot on my mind."
"What's on your mind?" I know you and when you drift off it's not something good.
"School."
"Don't want to go back?"
"Nope."
"You'd rather stay here?"
"Yes." Good thing I'm not the one answering these questions. Truth be told, I want out of here and back in the castle. That bitch of a sister he's got preoccupies my mind 24/7. Her freaking split personality drives me insane and knowing that she is the reason why Remus is a werewolf doesn't help at all.
"It beats my home," I commented. At least it's true. If I had to choose between here and my home I would definitely stay here.
"I highly..." Doubt that? Feh. Good thing he never finished because he would've gotten an earful. I looked down the hallway and saw something in pieces on the floor. Interesting...
"Hey, Sirius!" Aye?
"What?"
"Uh, you.... You look tired! You should get some sleep." I should get some sleep? What about him?! He looks dead with those rings around his eyes not to mention he's really pale.
"But it's noon."
"Yes, but an hour or two wouldn't hurt." He 'smiled' at me and started pushing me back into the room. Ah, so he wants to be dominant. I see.
He pushed me back onto the bed, so I pulled him along with. This brings back nice memories. Gently caressing his neck with small kisses and nips I produced several satisfied moans.
All of a sudden he jumped up and said quickly, "I'll be back. Get some sleep." And he was out of the door before I could protest.
"You need sleep more than I do." I gave up and decided to take a short nap.
Five o'clock?!? Oh, not good. Why didn't anyone wake me up? Feh.
I rubbed my eyes and looked around expecting to see Remus somewhere reading or something. But no, he left me a note on the bedside table instead.
S—
Went shopping with Mother. Be back soon.
Love R
Well at least he said love. Pfft. Might as well go get something to eat in the meantime.
As I was walking down the hall the thing that was broken still lay in pieces scattered across the floor. I squatted down and picked up the largest piece, a lens of some sort. Must be a camera. Oh well, not my problem. The lens fell from my hand and split into thirds when it hit the floor.
I continued down the stairs when something suddenly clicked in my head. Early that morning after we just barely fell asleep I woke up to something. Something being a very quick bright light. I thought it was the sun, but not anymore. Did someone take a picture?
I swear if this has to do with Renee, she's SO dead.
I'll kill her, bring her back to life, and kill her again.
Torture, guillotine, hanging, poison, knife, gas, electrocute, or magic.... Choices, choices... Ah, the wonders of muggle ways to die.
In my mantra of 'she's dead, she's dead' I had the 'she' come into view. Well 'she' is going to lose her head if 'she' dares to even talk to me.
Shit, she spotted me. Run!
I turned around and walked the other way. She yelled my name several times but for the time being I seemed to have lost my hearing...Hmmm... I guess her screech of a voice destroyed it.
OW! What the fuck hit me?! Errrrr.
"You little dumbass, you better stop."
Strike 1.
"What do you want, Sister Satan?"
"Mature, Sirius."
"Never said I was." Two can play your game Princess of Darkness. Don't underestimate me. I may appear and act dumb but I assure I'm actually quite smart.
"I wanted to show you something." Satan said.
"That's great. But I don't want to see your collection pitchforks."
"Son of a bitch. Quit that!"
"Careful your horns are starting to show." And I'm not joking either. Her hair seems to stick up right where they should be.
"Why do you hate me so much? After our little feud? You're such a baby."
Perfect opening, Lucifer. And now you're going to regret that.
"Why do I hate you? That's not hard at all. You're a bitch, first of all. You're mean to Remus and he doesn't particularly care for you and I always take his side. Second, you're mean to me and I treat people the same way they treat me. Not to mention screwing up Remus' entire life."
"Oh, that's it? I thought Remus would've told you..." Apparently she didn't get the hidden meaning in the last part.
"Told me what?"
"Oh nothing, nothing at all."
Strike 2.
"Did you even listen to everything I said?"
"Bitch, mean to Remus and you, screwing up his life. Got it." She gave me the evilest grin around. Only she can make it look like she's insane while giving off the hint that she's constipated as well.
"What do you think I meant by the last part?" If she's a Lupin she should at least be halfway smart.
"I don't know. Personally I think you like putting things on my shoulders just to get even or something." But then again she did marry into another family and Isaac isn't the brightest crayon in the box.
"You know what you did, don't deny it." Otherwise I will flip out and be facing murder charges.
"I don't know what the hell you are talking about besides the fact that I make his life a little harder. Yes, I pick on him and yes, I do tend to hurt him mentally and physically. It's for his own good."
Strike 3.
"For his own good?! Why the hell do you think it's good?! You don't think he has it hard enough being what he is and going through all that pain every full moon?! The people who figure it out look at him like he could kill at any moment and they never talk, touch, or go near him. He's isolated from half the student body at Hogwarts. Only the people who actually read and know the truth about werewolves are his friends. He's smart, attractive, and hard working but that won't really matter when he finally gets out of Hogwarts because everyone will treat him like dirt and won't see him for who he truly is! He would've been something great but because of his condition he's held back from the rest of the world and the life he could've had until you fucked it up for him!"
Holy shit. Did I just say all that? Need to breathe...
"What do you mean I fucked it up for him? I didn't do shit!"
"Except lock him outside and not let him back in."
She looked at me for a second her eyes wide, she lifted her hand back ready to strike but I moved out of the way before she could hit me. Tears started appearing and pouring over but she still had the sinister look steaming in her brown eyes.
"I'm glad I sold that dream catcher you gave him." My face fell. What?! "Don't look so surprised, Padfoot. I do believe that's your nickname. You and he had it coming. Both of you will never make it in this world. But you have a better chance alone than you do together." She pulled something out of her pocket and flicked it at me.
That time she did accomplish smacking me across the face. Surprisingly enough, it didn't hurt. I couldn't feel anything but those words slamming into my brain over and over. I couldn't comprehend anything else.
It hurt. It hurt worse than when my parents would hit and criticize me. Something in the way she said it made me feel sick. Sick because...
Maybe she was right.
I gazed down and saw a picture of Remus and myself sleeping. We looked so comfortable and happy. Can I really take that all away though?
Remix December 28: Everything Evil
"Nightmare?"
Who? Wha? Huh?
HEY! Who's trying to steal my blankets?! Ung. Leggo of my covers Mr. Blankie-stealer!
Whoever tried to steal my covers gave up. Good, because I'm not a morning person and if they managed to get one from my grasp there would seriously be a breakfast brawl.
I heard the door creak suggesting someone leaving. Then a loud plunge and a curse. Of course—Remus. So innocent and pure but can produce a long string of vulgarity. And in several different languages as well.
Somehow, I have no idea how, I pulled myself out of bed and walked to the door and saw my sandy-haired lover lying on the floor staring at something down the hallway.
"What are you doing?" I asked. He lay down on his back and stared at me, his hazel eyes glowing in the sunlight.
"I was studying the carpet, Padfoot, just to see if it'd start to unravel." He answered. He thinks he's so clever...Heh.
"Any luck?"
"Like boiling water. Doesn't boil if you watch it."
I smiled at him. "Need help?" I pulled him up to his feet but I was startled when he yelped in pain. "What's the matter?"
"Arm is broken." He said simply. I thought the maid, Alex-blah-blah, healed it...oh, well. I pulled out my wand from my back pocket and held it to his arm. "Do you always go to sleep with your wand?"
"Which one?" Me and my innuendoes he he..."Actually no, but I haven't taken off my clothes from last night and my wand was still in my back pocket. I wondered why something kept poking me in the back last night...but I just thought—"
"Don't you dare—." Oh but I do dare.
"—it was you." He he, I love the look he's giving me.
"You weren't supposed to finish." When will he ever learn? I don't listen, plain and simple. Finishing the task, I muttered the incantation I learned from Madam Pomfrey to heal breaks in bones.
After that was done and over with I asked him, "What does this great day have in store for Monsieur Moony?"
"This rather shitty day will consist of disputing with dear ol' Mom and Dad who are overcritical, insensitive, cold-hearted, heartless, unyielding, cold-blooded—"
"Stop before you regret something." Something being everything you just said.
"No, really, I don't mind putting down my parents." Yeah, sure.
He looked at me quizzically his eyes seeming distant. He was thinking about something that was for sure. "Are you okay?" No answer. "Hello?"
"I'm fine, Sirius. I just have a lot on my mind."
"What's on your mind?" I know you and when you drift off it's not something good.
"School."
"Don't want to go back?"
"Nope."
"You'd rather stay here?"
"Yes." Good thing I'm not the one answering these questions. Truth be told, I want out of here and back in the castle. That bitch of a sister he's got preoccupies my mind 24/7. Her freaking split personality drives me insane and knowing that she is the reason why Remus is a werewolf doesn't help at all.
"It beats my home," I commented. At least it's true. If I had to choose between here and my home I would definitely stay here.
"I highly..." Doubt that? Feh. Good thing he never finished because he would've gotten an earful. I looked down the hallway and saw something in pieces on the floor. Interesting...
"Hey, Sirius!" Aye?
"What?"
"Uh, you.... You look tired! You should get some sleep." I should get some sleep? What about him?! He looks dead with those rings around his eyes not to mention he's really pale.
"But it's noon."
"Yes, but an hour or two wouldn't hurt." He 'smiled' at me and started pushing me back into the room. Ah, so he wants to be dominant. I see.
He pushed me back onto the bed, so I pulled him along with. This brings back nice memories. Gently caressing his neck with small kisses and nips I produced several satisfied moans.
All of a sudden he jumped up and said quickly, "I'll be back. Get some sleep." And he was out of the door before I could protest.
"You need sleep more than I do." I gave up and decided to take a short nap.
Five o'clock?!? Oh, not good. Why didn't anyone wake me up? Feh.
I rubbed my eyes and looked around expecting to see Remus somewhere reading or something. But no, he left me a note on the bedside table instead.
S—
Went shopping with Mother. Be back soon.
Love R
Well at least he said love. Pfft. Might as well go get something to eat in the meantime.
As I was walking down the hall the thing that was broken still lay in pieces scattered across the floor. I squatted down and picked up the largest piece, a lens of some sort. Must be a camera. Oh well, not my problem. The lens fell from my hand and split into thirds when it hit the floor.
I continued down the stairs when something suddenly clicked in my head. Early that morning after we just barely fell asleep I woke up to something. Something being a very quick bright light. I thought it was the sun, but not anymore. Did someone take a picture?
I swear if this has to do with Renee, she's SO dead.
I'll kill her, bring her back to life, and kill her again.
Torture, guillotine, hanging, poison, knife, gas, electrocute, or magic.... Choices, choices... Ah, the wonders of muggle ways to die.
In my mantra of 'she's dead, she's dead' I had the 'she' come into view. Well 'she' is going to lose her head if 'she' dares to even talk to me.
Shit, she spotted me. Run!
I turned around and walked the other way. She yelled my name several times but for the time being I seemed to have lost my hearing...Hmmm... I guess her screech of a voice destroyed it.
OW! What the fuck hit me?! Errrrr.
"You little dumbass, you better stop."
Strike 1.
"What do you want, Sister Satan?"
"Mature, Sirius."
"Never said I was." Two can play your game Princess of Darkness. Don't underestimate me. I may appear and act dumb but I assure I'm actually quite smart.
"I wanted to show you something." Satan said.
"That's great. But I don't want to see your collection pitchforks."
"Son of a bitch. Quit that!"
"Careful your horns are starting to show." And I'm not joking either. Her hair seems to stick up right where they should be.
"Why do you hate me so much? After our little feud? You're such a baby."
Perfect opening, Lucifer. And now you're going to regret that.
"Why do I hate you? That's not hard at all. You're a bitch, first of all. You're mean to Remus and he doesn't particularly care for you and I always take his side. Second, you're mean to me and I treat people the same way they treat me. Not to mention screwing up Remus' entire life."
"Oh, that's it? I thought Remus would've told you..." Apparently she didn't get the hidden meaning in the last part.
"Told me what?"
"Oh nothing, nothing at all."
Strike 2.
"Did you even listen to everything I said?"
"Bitch, mean to Remus and you, screwing up his life. Got it." She gave me the evilest grin around. Only she can make it look like she's insane while giving off the hint that she's constipated as well.
"What do you think I meant by the last part?" If she's a Lupin she should at least be halfway smart.
"I don't know. Personally I think you like putting things on my shoulders just to get even or something." But then again she did marry into another family and Isaac isn't the brightest crayon in the box.
"You know what you did, don't deny it." Otherwise I will flip out and be facing murder charges.
"I don't know what the hell you are talking about besides the fact that I make his life a little harder. Yes, I pick on him and yes, I do tend to hurt him mentally and physically. It's for his own good."
Strike 3.
"For his own good?! Why the hell do you think it's good?! You don't think he has it hard enough being what he is and going through all that pain every full moon?! The people who figure it out look at him like he could kill at any moment and they never talk, touch, or go near him. He's isolated from half the student body at Hogwarts. Only the people who actually read and know the truth about werewolves are his friends. He's smart, attractive, and hard working but that won't really matter when he finally gets out of Hogwarts because everyone will treat him like dirt and won't see him for who he truly is! He would've been something great but because of his condition he's held back from the rest of the world and the life he could've had until you fucked it up for him!"
Holy shit. Did I just say all that? Need to breathe...
"What do you mean I fucked it up for him? I didn't do shit!"
"Except lock him outside and not let him back in."
She looked at me for a second her eyes wide, she lifted her hand back ready to strike but I moved out of the way before she could hit me. Tears started appearing and pouring over but she still had the sinister look steaming in her brown eyes.
"I'm glad I sold that dream catcher you gave him." My face fell. What?! "Don't look so surprised, Padfoot. I do believe that's your nickname. You and he had it coming. Both of you will never make it in this world. But you have a better chance alone than you do together." She pulled something out of her pocket and flicked it at me.
That time she did accomplish smacking me across the face. Surprisingly enough, it didn't hurt. I couldn't feel anything but those words slamming into my brain over and over. I couldn't comprehend anything else.
It hurt. It hurt worse than when my parents would hit and criticize me. Something in the way she said it made me feel sick. Sick because...
Maybe she was right.
I gazed down and saw a picture of Remus and myself sleeping. We looked so comfortable and happy. Can I really take that all away though?