Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Remus, Sirius, James, or Severus. Tough world, huh? None of them are mine...except in dreams. : P (peter I can do without...)

Author's note-Been a LONG time since I updated. So soz. Well, I hope this chappie lives up to your unreasonably high expectations! Just kidding. This is actually a short chapter because I want the rest of this story to be in Remus's POV. I like to write in Remus, it's so much easier.

THIS IS FROM SIRIUS BLACK'S POV....enjoy

Remus MUST have been trying to get back at me. Why, though? What in the hell had I done wrong? I suppose I could understand what he might not be comfortable with....Yes, I hated Snape because he was infatuated with Remus. But that wasn't the only reason we tormented him---he was swimming in the dark arts--and he attacked us as well.

And you could NOT expect me to take that sitting down.

So I had a pleasant chat with Snivellus.

"Just what exactly are you trying to accomplish, Snivellus?" I whispered harshly, leaning across the counter when Remus had left.

"I haven't a clue what you're trying to say, Black."

"Don't give me that shit, Snape," I seethed. "You know we know already, so cut it out. You and I both know you haven't got a chance."

He snickered and I was just about ready to hex him if I didn't see Moony approaching that very second. "I don't follow you, Black, but even if I did, there'd only be one thing I'd have to say to you---"

Remus stared at me, one of those looks that would say "Just what do you think you're doing?'' if it had a voicebox. I raised my eyebrows and smirked, walking away, but not before seeing Snape flip me off. I became furious and stomped back to James.

"DID YOU FUCKING SEE THAT---"

"Padfoot, shut up. You're so loud--"

"No! James, this is going to far when Remus won't even let me--er--- talk with Snivellus," I muttered, glaring at the two of them.

"You weren't whispering death threats this time, then?" James laughed.

"Only hinting."

"Yeah, well, you know my opinion on the subject. I hate Snivellus with every fiber of my body, but..."

I looked at James and sighed, shaking my head. Why he had a soft spot lately for Snape I had no clue. Maybe because he just saved his life and the hero-itis wasn't wearing off yet....Nevertheless, he baffled me beyond conception. I merely scoffed and tossed the rag into the bucket they were passing around.

"I'm gonna go bring the vial to the professor. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone," he mumbled, scooping some Sere Salis into the bottle and capping it.

Once James was gone, I continued to rack my brain for why I was so confused at this whole ordeal, why it affected me so much. On the whole I thought that I wouldn't really be too upset if Remus decided to leave us. I mean, sure, he was one of my best friends but I made a point of not feeling too attached to anyone, no matter how close they were to me. But now there was nobody in the world I would like to be with more than Remus J. Lupin. Nobody I'd rather lose at chess or quidditch or run through the forest until our lungs were dry than Moony. And that's when it dawned upon me.

James returned to find me most likely staring off into space, completely and utterly dumbfounded.

'Um, Sirius? Time to go to Transfiguration. Come on," he muttered. I almost sighed in relief. Trans. was our only class without Slytherins, and one that I rather excelled in. Now I could maybe talk to Remus--if I wasn't, for the first time in my life, too shy to.

We marched over to McGonagall's room, me trying to control my breath and Peter seeming to lose his trying to keep up with us. I was already red.

Resting in our normal seats, I made a point of sitting next to Remus, him looking completely confused. I gave him a weak smile and fumbled around with my bag nervously.

'Sirius...? What's wrong?" he asked kindly.

What was wrong with me is I just found something out about myself. I loved Remus J. Lupin.