Disclaimer, Warnings, Thanks: See the first five chapters.

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Endless Possibilities

Chapter 7

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The raven-haired man opened his eyes wearily. It was completely dark, and he couldn't see a thing. However, he could hear Padfoot's voice quite clearly. Paddy! Are you there? What is it?

You've got to hurry! Padfoot said urgently. Sirius, it's worse than I thought! Remus is dying!

Sirius' heart leapt into his throat.

He's dying, Padfoot continued, sounding desperate. Werewolves can't live without their mates for long. After their mates die, they just... waste away. There's no telling how long Remus will last. Sometimes it takes years, but Remus' resistance is bound to be weakened after being alone for so long while you were in Azkaban. If you don't get back home soon, he'll die.

The dog sounded close to tears; Sirius realised that if he lost Remus, Padfoot would lose Moony. He swallowed hard, trying to speak past the lump in his throat. I - I get it. No more screwing around. I promise, Paddy. No matter what... no matter where I end up... no more experimenting or exploring. I'll find that veil and jump right through. I won't let Remus die. I - I won't let Moony die. I'll get home to him - a-and to Harry.

Good boy, Paddy's voice said softly. Sirius realised he was beginning to feel very sleepy, recognising the feel of being dragged into another universe. He shut his eyes tightly, hoping in vain that he would finally arrive home.

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Sirius... wake up...

I can't believe he could sleep through this. What were you two doing last night, Remus?

That's really none of your business, but we weren't up to anything out of the ordinary that would tire him out....

A sharp elbow jammed into Sirius' side. He yelped loudly, jerking awake. I'm up! Stop it!

Giggles. Sirius blinked. He was sitting in what he assumed was a Muggle helicopter, dressed in khaki shorts and a sleeveless plaid shirt. He was also wearing hiking boots and a cowboy hat, sunglasses tucked into his breast pocket, his long hair pulled back in a loose braid. What kind of getup was this?

He was sitting between Remus and Harry, with Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and an old man sitting across from them. All four children looked to be in their early twenties, and were dressed in similar fashion to Sirius, who felt faint at the sight of Hermione and Ginny in shorts. In real life, both girls were strictly skirts-and-dresses people, but apparently in this dimension they weren't. The old man looked vaguely familiar, dressed in an ensemble of breezy white cotton, a fancy walking stick in his hand and a straw cabana hat on his head. He had short white hair, a short white beard, and a moustache. Half-moon glasses were perched on the end of his nose. It was Dumbledore, though he looked almost completely unrecognizable with short hair and Muggle clothes.

Sorry - what were you saying? Sirius asked weakly, trying to absorb these changes gracefully.

I was asking how you could possibly sleep through a helicopter ride, Harry said. You love riding in helicopters.

Just - just tired, Sirius said, peering across Remus to see out the window, pretending not to notice as Hermione and Ginny elbowed each other and giggled at his response. They were flying over a wide expanse of water. He fought back the worry and fear that rose in him when he realised the veil was unlikely to be anywhere near him at the moment. Dammit! He really had no time for stuff like this. Remus' life was in danger, and Sirius was damned if even helicopter rides would distract him from that fact! Where are we?

Multiple groans. The Pacific Ocean, love, Remus said. The same thing we were flying over before you fell asleep.

Sirius muttered. He glanced down at the open book resting on his lover's knees. It looked very complicated and scientific, filled with extensive diagrams of unusual-looking skeletons and names in Latin. And a picture of a very large lizard. With two absurdly small arms. Captioned : Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Dinosaurs? Wait a moment, weren't they all dead?

Here we are, here we are! Dumbledore cried cheerfully. The helicopter was coming down on a landing pad on a remote island, which Dumbledore informed them all was at least 200 miles from Costa Rica. There was a painful bump, slight jostling, and then a man opened the helicopter door and beckoned for them to follow him. They piled into dun-coloured safari jeeps, Sirius rubbing his forehead and trying to remember what was going on.

He vaguely remembered being somewhere hot and dusty - the Badlands, in Montana - digging up dinosaur bones... Remus was his lover and his partner, the kids his students... Dumbledore had arrived, begging them to give him a professional opinion on his latest amusement park.

Why he had agreed he didn't know; it probably had something to do with money. But why, why in the world, would Dumbledore need paleontologists to give him an opinion of an amusement park? He asked Remus this, and his lover shrugged. I don't know, love. Perhaps he's got a few dinosaur-related rides and wants to be sure the pop-out cardboard dinos are scary enough.

Sirius laughed loudly as the two jeeps rounded a bend in the road, coming out into a huge field. That's probably it, he chuckled, as the jeeps pulled to a stop (presumably so they could admire Dumbledore's own, personal island). Come on, it's not like he'd have real, live dinosaurs here, is it?

Remus didn't answer. He was looking at something over Sirius' head, his mouth open.

Hello? Remmie?

Remus mouthed wordlessly and pointed at something in the sky. Sirius whipped around to look.

Something large, something enormous, was standing only yards away. A huge animal with a long neck, almost like a giraffe... but at least ten times bigger... with a pebbly, thick hide. It made a strange trumpeting noise, its head moving towards the nearest tree. It ripped off several branches and began to chew.

he heard Harry shout. Sirius! Remus! Do you see?!

How they could not see was beyond Sirius, but he was too amazed to care. He jumped out of the jeep, Remus following him. Dumbledore was cackling, apparently pleased with their reaction, as his guests slowly approached the dinosaur.

This is amazing, Remus said softly, clinging to Sirius' arm in an effort to sat upright.

Bloody hell, Ron said audibly.

We spared no expense, Dumbledore said happily.

For a moment, Sirius forgot everything else as the brachiosaur lowered its head and sniffed them cautiously. His hand touched the rough, pebbly snout, and he reflected that it was almost a dream.... he shook himself. It was a dream, or as good as, he reminded himself firmly. The clock was ticking - he didn't have the leisure to sit around gawping at giant iguanas!

You don't look as happy as I'd expected, Siri, Remus said as they climbed back into the Jeep, heading off for the control rooms and guest lodges.

Yeah, well... shock, Sirius said, managing a smile. I mean, to see something we all thought we'd never see...

His line had the effect he wanted. Remus went off on a tangent, blathering on about something while Sirius became lost once more in his own thoughts. He shook himself awake as the Jeeps pulled up to an enormous stone building, following the others inside.

A man was waiting inside. he said anxiously to Dumbledore, The weather channel says a huge hurricane's heading for us. I don't think it will veer away like the last one...

Oh, poof, Dumbledore said, waving the news away. We'll be fine. The man hurried away, looking disgruntled, as Dumbledore led his guests through a large set of doors, into a huge room that looked like the lobby of a museum. Sirius looked around curiously.

Oh! Thank God - there was the veil, looking very odd amidst a display of dinosaur robots and plastic plants, under a banner which read, WHEN DINOSAURS RULED THE EARTH'. Sirius ran towards it.

Love, what are you doing? Remus called in alarm, as his lover scrambled up onto the display.

Sirius cackled and looked back at them. I read a Muggle book about this, you fools! And I saw the movie, too! After a huge hurricane, the power went out, and all the dinosaurs escaped and ate the tourists!! Enjoy your death trap, ladies!

He dove through the veil. Everyone else exchanged glances.

Ron said, and they strolled off to the dining room.

As soon as their backs were turned, a severed arm fell to the floor. A velociraptor landed neatly beside it, a second arm clenched in its jaws. It scampered off into the kitchen, leaving a trail of blood behind it.

And then the lights went out.

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Siri... time to wake up, love.

A sexy, sultry voice in his ear. Sirius opened his eyes and yawned, blinking groggily up at the person above him. He blinked again, taken by surprise. And again.

Remus was leaning over him, but he didn't look like the Remus Sirius knew. This Remus was wearing the smudged remains of bright pink lipstick and dark brown eyeshadow, silver glitter in his hair. A strong smell of some musky cologne met Sirius' nose. He pulled himself up into a sitting position, looking around at his surroundings. The room was eerily reminiscent of his rock-star fantasy; liquor bottles and clothes were spread all over the floor, and for some reason, glittering handcuffs hung from the bedposts.

But there was no time to dwell on any of that. Remus' arms wound their way around his shoulders, and their lips met in a wet, arousing kiss. Remus' fingers ran through Sirius' hair; his nails were painted bright red. Sirius rolled over, pinning his lover underneath him, only breaking the kiss to gasp, God, Remmie - what's gotten into you?

Remus nuzzled his neck, his tongue running along Sirius' throat. You know...

Sirius chuckled, kissing Remus back. I do?

Before Remus could respond, the bedroom door slammed open. Sirius looked up, and twitched. Severus Snape was standing in the doorway, dressed in baggy, holey jeans and a black Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt, brushing his greasy hair out of his eyes and smiling. It was a very nauseating sight. Sirius had never thought anyone could look so creepy just smiling.

Now, now, mates, save that for later, Snape said with a wink, his eyes wandering along the bare bodies of the two men laying in bed. You've got makeup in thirty, better hit the showers. Got to have you tarted up for the next shoot.

The next... shoot? What was going on here? Sirius was confused, and looked at Remus, who asked, What are we doing next, Severus?

An S&M flick. Lucius already has the scripts ready - not that there's much to memorize, you can read it while you're in makeup. Now go! He practically pushed them into the bathroom, ordering them to take a quick shower and get dressed.

Well, Sirius was more than happy to shower, but he received the fright of his life when he saw the clothes Snape had laid out for him. No shirt, not even any underwear, just a pair of leather trousers that fit like a second skin, and a pair of studded leather gauntlets. Heavy black boots with chains and a dog collar with spikes completed the look. He surveyed himself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. He looked like a gay biker. Well, he did ride a motorcycle, and he did prefer men over women, but still...

His attention was diverted by the appearance of Remus, who was dressed in tiny leather shorts, tall leather boots and gloves, and a leather vest. He was festooned with chunky silver jewelry, and Sirius was even more confused as his lover grabbed his arm and hauled him from the room. He had never seen Remus dressed this way. It wasn't even remotely sexy. It was just... creepy.

And he had never seen anything like the room he was in now, either. It looked like a movie set, with people bustling around, setting up cameras and microphones. The set featured a bed with black silk sheets, sitting before - surprise, surprise - a tattered black veil hanging from a stone archway. Someone had laid out a wide selection of instruments nearby - two sets of handcuffs, a whip, a riding crop, a leather strop, tubes of scented lubricants, and... ugh... numerous other scary items. Sirius shuddered. It was the scariest thing he'd ever seen, too kinky even for him.

He and Remus were pushed into chairs, and several heavily-made-up women converged on them, applying lipstick and mascara and eyeshadow and blush and glitter; when Sirius looked into the mirror to view the finished product, he cringed. He was no longer himself. He looked more like a cheap tart from one of the nastiest back alleys in London. Remus looked even worse; the real Remus would have fainted in horror at his appearance. No, a slutty Remus was not what Sirius wanted. Slutty just didn't fit his mate. It hadn't been so bad when they had gotten up; at least most of the makeup had been rubbed off...

And one thing was definitely certain. He was a porn star.

Or at least, a porn actor. He didn't know how popular gay S&M movies were, or if the ones he starred in were famous (or infamous) enough to call himself a porn star; he was busy reckoning how many gay men and rabid teenage girls there were in the world to purchase such tapes when Snape called for him.

Get over here, Black!

Sirius trudged over to the bed, where Remus was perched, reading the script. The script was barely existent; it had only been three pages of the dirtiest dirty talk imaginable (and the hurried way it had seemingly been written led Sirius to believe the author had gotten too involved with the creative process and had had to hurry off to the loo for - well...). Snape had waved it off as just guidelines', telling them to use their imaginations.

Yeah, right. Sirius was looking forward to spanking this tarted-up, naughty Remus about as much as he looked forward to going to the dentist. He sunk down on the bed and glared at Snape. Yeah, what is it?

Don't get snippy. You know what you've got to do?

Yeah, yeah. Spank Remmie, tie him up, screw him, show's over. Let's go. Sirius wondered if the cameramen were going to stay and watch. He supposed they'd have to, to run the cameras. The idea was disgusting.

There was a long pause. Finally, Remus said, Um, Siri - I'm in charge from now on.

Sirius blinked. He looked at Snape.

It's true, Snape shrugged. Our audience seems to like Remus as the dominant one... you'll just have to get used to it. Now, where did I put the gag? Tony, get the dog out here!

The... dog? Sirius said faintly.

Remus shrugged. It's a new thing Severus wants to try out.

Sirius twitched. And twitched. And vowed not to throw up. Then he got up, walked around the bed, pushed aside the veil, and walked through.

Remus stared at the tattered curtain his partner had disappeared behind. Tony strolled onto the set, leading a sexy blonde man in a dog costume, Snape following. Snape looked put out. What happened to Black?

He... disappeared. Remus said blankly.

Fine, fine... I'll just have to play his part then, Snape sighed, pulling off his t-shirt and jeans to reveal a black leather thong and fishnet hose.

To Be Continued.

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(A/N: I am aware that this chapter was short, and that it was two universes in one, so don't point that out. I meant to do it that way. I wanted to do both these ideas, but neither was long enough to warrant being separate chapters, no matter how hard I tried to flesh them out. (And I didn't want a lawsuit from Steven Spielburg for ripping off Jurassic Park'.) So, we end up with this puny conglomerated chapter.

For those that may be wondering, I don't make a habit out of watching gay S&M porn movies! In fact, I don't watch any porn movies at all, gay or straight. Everything above is a product of my own demented imagination, with a little bit of info thrown in from watching wayyy too much Law and Order: Special Victims Unit'. And the idea of even mentioning bestiality made me cringe, so I turned the dog into a guy in a dog suit. (Plus, it was better for the real dog.))