Room 101 Chapter Five

A Harry Potter Fanfiction by Majokai Yukiko

Pairing: Sirius Remus

Warning: Slash.

Rating: PG-15, going up soon.

Spoilers: Up till Prisoner of Azkaban (A What-If That Takes Place after Canon)

This is an amateur effort and does not intend to infringe on the rights of J K Rowling, Scholastic Books and their associates.

A/N: The quote I used for this chapter sounded like part of a happy ending. Only those who had read the book knew exactly how tragic this "victory" is.

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"But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself." Winston, 1984

"Oh, Sirius," Remus smiled pleasantly at his lover who had just stormed down the stairs like an avenging god. "Severus here was kind enough to bring me the Wolfsbane for this month."

Sirius stared hard at the tiny vials of potions set neatly on the kitchen table with an angry frown. Noticing his lover's dark mood, Remus quickly, but very politely shuffledSnape towards the fireplace. The flames turned green for a moment as the Potions Master flooed back to his dungeons back at Hogwarts. Remus waited for the flames to change back to its original red and orange before asking.

"What's wrong, Sirius?"

The dark haired man ignored him, and continued to glare at the tiny vials as if they were poison. It was not as if Remus had no idea what sick intentions the greasy freak held for him since they were children. Who knows what else he added in that potion? For all he knew, one of those vials might easily be a love potion in disguise.

"Sirius…" Remus began to grow more worried at his lover's lack of response. He walked a step or two towards Sirius, reaching out towards him, and gasped when he suddenly found himself pressed up against the table. The glass vials toppled and rolled off the table, breaking at their contact with the tiled kitchen floor.

"Tell me the truth, Remus Lupin," Sirius tightened his grip on the brunet's shoulders painfully. Remus winced and clenched his fists, restraining the urge to violently throw Sirius off him. "How many lovers have you had in the past twelve years?"

So consumed Sirius was with his jealousy and fear for losing his lover, he failed to notice just how much Azkaban had affected him. Over a decade spent alone in perpetual darkness and sorrow had chewed his insides out in the ugliest way ever. Any nudge in the wrong direction would let loose the insane wizard who escaped Azkaban. Like now.

Bright amber eyes widened in shock and disgust. Furious, he pushed Sirius off and onto the floor.

"You know better than I do, Black, that werewolves mate for life." Remus ignored the mess of broken glass and liquid on the tiles, and ran out of the house, andinto muggle London.

"I'm sorry," Sirius whispered, his head hung low like a kicked puppy. "But why do you need the Wolfsbane when I'm here?"

This was a perfect setting for a storybook murder, a scene worthy of Sherlock Holmes. A young girl, out alone in the smoky night of London's notorious East End, lost in the multitude of dark alleys. Her hunter—a well-dressed, bespectacled young man with a polite smile; he might be a journalist, or perhaps a teacher. There was this genteel feel to his appearance, thwarted only by the predatory glint in gold-framed eyes and the pungent smell of blood that clung on to him like moss.

He reached for her neck and she opened her mouth to scream voicelessly in fear. He wanted to bite, to tear, to devour, until his sharp senses picked up the scent of another prey, a more delectable one.

Mechanically, he broke her neck and let the rapidly cooling corpse fall to the ground. He scaled the chain-link fence with little difficulty and noise, turned around when he reached the top, and tookin a terrific view of the entrance to one of East End's many pubs.

He had his eyes set on a tall man with long black hair, tied loosely into a low ponytail. He rubbed his hands together and stuffed them into his pockets for warmth. After glancing around to check if he was followed, the man bowed his head and hurried into the pub.

Dark clouds were gathering in the night skies above him. He looked up, and leaped off the fence, landing nimbly on his feet. Better get out of the rain then, he thought, and hurried into the bar.

The boy took a deep breath and gripped his wand tighter in his hands, just in case. He had no idea what the book he had laid out on his desk could do to him. But his previous experience with charmed books, especially those with dark magic oozing out of every page of it, told him that it was always safest to have his wand by his side.

'The Very Secret Diary of Remus J Lupin', the first page of the diary read. Harry recognized the ex-professor's neat handwriting. He smiled. It seemed as if Lupin had not changed much in the past three decades.

A photograph fell out of the next page he turned. It was a Muggle photo, unmoving, unlike Wizard photographs. Two identical looking young boys stared back at Harry from the aged surface of the black and white surface of the photograph. Even without colors, Harry could easily imagine the light brown hair of the two boys, dancing with the wind, the amber eyes of the twins, glowing in joy at their achievement for the day: the two large fishes they were carrying in their hands.

Harry frowned. He had never heard anything about Lupin having a twin brother. From what he heard about the brunet from his godfather, he always had the impression that Remus was the only child in his family, his parents driven almost insane with grief when he was bitten by a werewolf and survived.

He set the photo aside on the table. The questions would come later, he thought, and turned the page again to the first entry.

7 June 1968

My name is Remus John Lupin. I have never had the habit of keeping a diary, but I will as it's a desperate attempt to keep my sanity. My name is Remus John Lupin. I must keep reminding myself of this…

There is no Romulus. Romulus is dead. Remus survived. I survived. Therefore, I must be Remus, right?

End of Chapter Five

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