Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters, situations, details, etc., etc. No money is being made off this.

Warnings: SB/RL slash, SB/other characters, RL/other characters, language.

Thanks: To Nutters Inc. and the Sirius Black and Remus Lupin Mail Group for the idea!

Note: The first bizarre chapter. Not to be taken as seriously as 1 and 2. Enjoy!!!


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~Endless Possibilities~

Chapter 3



Sirius woke up when someone slid into bed with him. He mumbled and rolled over.

Remus' familiar voice spoke from his side. Did I wake you, Siri? Good.

Teasing fingers ran along his back and paused at the waistband of Sirius' pajama trousers. Sirius opened his eyes and sat up.

Remus was lying naked beside him, smirking slightly and running his fingers along Sirius' silk-clad thigh. His hair looked silver in the moonlight streaming through the window, and he somehow appeared younger then usual. Hmm. Maybe the hand had something to do with it, Sirius mused as Remus' fingers wandered back to the waistband of his trousers. There was a mischievous glint in his lover's eyes that made him look twenty years younger and exceptionally naughty - the way he had always looked when they were kids, sneaking around Hogwarts trying to find a secluded location to cuddle in. He - wait. Moonlight streaming through the window?

Forgetting Remus' stray hand, Sirius threw back the covers and jumped out of bed. He peered critically out the window and up at the sky. Huh. Full moon tonight.

He looked back at Remus, who was idly playing with the corner of the sheet, the naughty grin still on his face. Something wrong, love? he inquired sweetly.

Sirius looked back at the moon, rubbed his eyes, blinked, and looked again. Nope, it was full. He glanced again at Remus, who was showing no sign at all of transforming anytime soon.

Uh.... Remmie, it's the full moon.

I know. It was a full moon the first time we made love. Having another full moon on our anniversary seemed so perfect. It's ever so romantic.

Do you... feel okay? Sirius asked curiously.

I feel... okay. But I'd probably feel better if.... you'd join me, Remus purred seductively.

Sirius stared at him. No grey fur anywhere on his body. His eyes weren't changing colour. His fingernails remained fingernails. He heaved a mental sigh. If Remus wasn't transforming, then he wasn't a werewolf. And if he wasn't a werewolf, it meant this wasn't home either.

No, it really wasn't home. He noticed for the first time that the bedroom they were in was very large and opulent, with French doors, shag carpeting, gilded picture frames, and silver curtains. Grimmauld Place never looked this good, nor had any of the rooms been this big. Confused now, he closed the curtains and got back in bed. He was getting impatient. He wanted to go home!

But his thoughts were diverted as Remus purred and cuddled close, kissing him and ridding him of his pajamas. Home or no, he liked being in bed with Remus (and no one else). Sirius returned the kisses, and then Remus winked at him and ducked under the covers.

Hell, one good things about these dimensions, everybody wants to screw me, Sirius thought, but immediately dismissed it with a gasp of pleasure as Remus went to work.

And one thing was for certain - he was a man again.

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A kiss on the cheek and sunlight in his face woke him the next morning. He cracked open an eye and saw Remus standing over him, dressed in white robes with nice tight trousers underneath.

About time you got up, love. I always know when the sex has been fantastic, you sleep half the day afterwards, Remus teased.

Sirius murmured, not wanting to leave the nice, warm bed.

His lover kissed him again. Now, now, brunch is almost ready. Cook'll be insulted if you miss another of her meals, so you'd better get up. Take a shower and come on down. He gave Sirius' rump a slap. Move it.

With a groan, Sirius unwillingly got out of bed and stretched, noticing quite a few bruises and aches he hadn't had before Remus got to him. Oh well.

Remus beamed. Hurry, now, darling. We'll be waiting.

He left the room. Sirius wrapped a sheet around his waist and wandered, yawning, over to the wardrobe. He blanched when he saw what was inside. Silks, velvets, clothes that looked as though they cost a small fortune. He gaped silently as he looked through the outfits, wondering where it had all come from.

Finally he remembered he was supposed to be taking a shower and getting to brunch. Trying to opt for the simplest thing, he ended up with black robes trimmed with red, and a thick leather belt. High black boots and tight red leather trousers went with it. Shrugging, he took it all and went into the bathroom.

And what a bathroom! More like an emperor's bathhouse than a regular bathroom. It had a separate shower and tub, and a Jacuzzi that bubbled and frothed in the corner. It was almost all white marble, except for one wall, which was entirely black. Aromatic candles were scattered throughout the room, letting off a luxurious mixed sent of roses and lavender. Amazed, Sirius put his clothes on one of the many countertops and explored a little more before getting into the shower.

He dipped a foot in the Jacuzzi. Mmm, nice. He didn't doubt he'd have any trouble getting Remus to join him in it later on. Smirking, he threw the sheet around his waist down the laundry chute and hopped in the shower.

It was the best he'd ever taken. The shower had two dolphin-shaped showerheads opposite one another, so no part of him was left in the cold air. The shampoos and soaps smelled exquisite. He could have stayed in there until the hot water ran out, but finally the rumbling of his stomach forced him to get out of the shower and get dressed.

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Dried and dressed, Sirius finished lacing up his boots and left the bedroom, wondering exactly where the dining room was. He wandered through the house, becoming steadily more and more impressed with his surroundings with every room he saw. There was a billiard room, a huge library, an indoor pool, a television room, countless bedrooms and bathrooms, and in a tower on the east side of the house, a kind of Owlery. It looked like he had hit the jackpot.

He opened a pair of French doors on the first floor, wondering if this was the dining room. It wasn't. It seemed to have no purpose at all; it was entirely empty. At the other end of the room there was a door with a tattered black curtain hung across it. Sirius was halfway across the room before he realized that this might very well be the Veil's equal in this dimension.

Is it, Paddy? he wondered aloud.

Clicking toenails on the hardwood floor told him Padfoot had appeared. The black dog sniffed at the doorway. Yeah, that's it. Are you going through?
Not yet, Sirius said thoughtfully. I want to see what the rest of this dimension is like.
He turned and left the room, leaving Padfoot to huff and disappear.

Sirius finally found the dining room three doors to the left of the Veil's room. When he entered, Remus looked up from his newspaper and beamed. There you are! I was just about to send Harry after you.

Hey, Sirius, Harry grinned from his place to Remus' left. Sleep well?

Sirius replied cheerfully, taking the empty seat at the head of the table, which had obviously been waiting for him. Hermione and Ron were sitting at the table as well, across from Harry and Remus. The three teenagers were as elegantly dressed as Sirius and Remus. Harry was wearing green robes trimmed with gold. (Sirius was relived to see he looked the same as always, with messy hair and green eyes. Having Harry as his real kid had been weird.) Ron was wearing robes of maroon, which he usually hated, but this set looked exceptionally good on him. And Hermione was wearing sleeveless blue robes trimmed with silver, and elbow-length blue gloves.
Then the maid came to serve them brunch and Sirius had to fight down his laughter. Their maid was none other than Minerva McGonagall, and she looked a little ridiculous in a long black dress, lacy white apron, and a frilly white mobcap. He managed to turn his laugh into a convincing cough.

They had just tucked in to their meal when Harry asked, Sirius, are we taking the new Lexus to Bellatrix and Narcissa's funeral?

Hmm,' Sirius thought to himself. Great sex, well-behaved kids, luxury sedan, Bellatrix and Narcissa dead - woo hoo!'

Unable to keep himself from smiling, Sirius winked at his godson. Yeah, we just might.

The paper says Peter's execution has been moved up a week, Remus said smugly from behind the Daily Prophet.

Could life get any better? Sirius felt as though he had died and gone to heaven. Maybe he should stay in this dimension awhile.

You don't want to do that, a voice in his head scolded. Sirius recognized it as Padfoot's.

Oh, be quiet, he thought. My choice.

Padfoot snapped, And while you're living it up in your fantasies, the real Remus and Harry are going through hell without you. Have fun.

Sirius sighed. He had made Padfoot angry again, and cursed the very short temper he possessed - one of the things, like his midnight-blue eyes and sharp nose, that the Black family had been famous for. Oh well, he'd make it up to his Animagi version later on.

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That was good, Sirius sighed an hour later, pushing his plate away. That's the best meal I've had in awhile.

You say that *every* time you eat, Sirius, Hermione said with a wry smile.

Well, you never know which meal will be your last, he said with a shrug.

A heavy thought for this time of day, Remus murmured, still involved in the paper.

Sorry, but it's true, Sirius said. He thanked Minerva as she set a mug of coffee in front of him, and glanced out the window. Hm. It's clouding up fast.

Harry and Ron groaned in disappointment; obviously, they had been hoping to go outside and practice Quidditch for awhile. Hermione, however, looked pleased; she now had a perfect excuse to keep her two best friends indoors and working on homework all day. Sirius smiled at the looks on the teenagers' faces and sipped his coffee. Plain. He wanted something to go with it.

Remmie, would you please pass me a doughnut? he asked cheerfully.

Remus, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Minerva all stared at him. Excuse me? Remus asked.

I asked if you'd pass me a doughnut.

Doughnut? What's a doughnut? his lover asked blankly.

Sirius screamed and jumped up, spilling his coffee all over the table and floor, and fled. A world without DOUGHNUTS?! He couldn't, he wouldn't live here!

He reached the Veil room and dove through the black curtain.

Back in the kitchen, the others were staring at the doorway.

Ron sighed as Remus shook his head and looked out the window.

Oh, it's raining again!

A variety of doughnuts was falling from the sky.


To Be Continued......