The funny thing about being bi is that I felt I might have a greater chance at finding that special someone.
But maybe I don't want to find that special someone. Maybe the person that I feel could be the special someone is not who I want it to be. I might be a little scared of what that person will think. Or what other people may think. Or what if that someone isn't the special someone, and I find the real special someone.
I was thinking about my last note to you, and, as once again I have finished my work in D.A.D.A., I am going to get your advice again.
--Mr. Padfoot
Remus looked at the note Sirius had left on his desk. Advice? Was that really what his friend had wanted to do last time, get advice?
A special someone. Remus marveled at the difference between James and Sirius. James had dove into the whole idea that he had found his "special someone" two years ago. And the girl still hated him. And here Sirius was, saying he was scared of commitment. Well, maybe not in those exact words, but it was relatively what he was saying. Not only that, but Sirius was scared of what other people would think. Which could only mean one thing:
This person wasn't a girl. And that could mean one of two things:
The person was a hermaphrodite. This was highly unlikely, since, as far as Remus knew, everybody in this school was one sex or another.
Which led to number two. The person was a guy.
Remus couldn't think of a single person, save a few Slytherins, who would beat Sirius up because he liked guys. And the Slytherins were mean, not stupid. Was his friend afraid for the other boy? That was, if it was a male. But as far as Remus knew, Sirius wasn't into doing little kids.
Maybe I should actually talk to him about this. Full out.
He couldn't do it. Not with James there.
Well, it really wasn't James. James knew everything, anyway. But………Remus was afraid. Afraid that Sirius would tell him who it was, and then Remus would promise to help him win that person's heart. That person would have Sirius. Not that Remus would be jealous, but……
But that was his Sirius. He was the one Sirius went to when he had a problem. He was the one that comforted Sirius when he was upset. He was the one………
And if that person should become all that to Sirius, then Remus wouldn't be needed anymore. He wouldn't have a use, and his worst fear was being thrown out the window, so to speak. And………
There had to be a different way to do this.
Remus pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote a single sentence.
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Author's notes: Wow. It's being continued. Of course, the other wow is that I'm listening to my old CDs. So that may have a little to do with this.
I really do try to come up with clever little disclaimers. A nice, interesting little way to say that I don't own Harry Potter. But I'm out of ideas. Sorry.