Here's another chapter.

And to the reviewer you know who you are: even if Remus was the traitor he already knew about the secret keeper and the fidelus charm…so it wouldn't matter if he came along or not…lol..hope this clears it up for you.

View of Sirius- #4

Lie low at Lupins', lie low at Lupins', lie low at Lupins'…

Sirius put his head into Buckbeak's feathered neck. Those words were forever implanted in his brain. He felt a jolt in his stomach as Buckbeak descended. Sirius closed his eyes against the dizziness. The past two days were filled with exhausting traveling, no food, and worry.

Buckbeak hit the ground roughly in front of a small but cozy looking cottage. Sirius glanced around at the surroundings. There was nothing but trees for miles on end. He scooted- more like fell- off of Buckbeak and held tightly onto the hippogriffs' collar waiting for the world to stop spinning.

When the world righted itself he tied up Buckbeak and made his way to the front door. He lifted a hand to knock when it was thrown open and he was blinded by robes and the smell of chocolate and tea.

"Re-Remus…" Sirius managed to croak out. He hadn't realized how hoarse his voice was.

Remus let go of him and ushered him into the house. Sirius was led to the living room and made to sit down. He sunk into the cushions as Remus took a seat across from him. He looked up into Remus' face.

"I hope," Sirius began and coughed to clear his throat, "..I'm not intruding..Dumbledore..he..er…"

"Not at all Sirius." Remus answered quickly moving over by Sirius. Sirius nodded a bit looking down.

They sat in silence for a bit and Sirius felt his eyelids grow heavy. He didn't even realize he had fallen asleep until he woke up in pure sweat from a nightmare.

Sirius sat up quickly, his breath ragged. He looked around and saw Remus sitting in the chair, looking at him.

"I couldn't wake you," Remus explained softly, "I decided that you'd come out of it when you were ready."

Sirius wiped his forehead shakily. "Remus?"

"I couldn't sleep Sirius. I couldn't sleep without telling you how sorry I am. Without saying how I thought you were the traitor and how I blamed you for Peter's death…and how I thought you were insane. Sirius.." Remus broke off, his voice cracking.

Remus put his head in his hands silently sobbing. Sirius moved off the couch and over to where Remus sat. He took his old friend in his arms and sat with him while Remus poured out everything that had happened while he had been in Azkaban.

Sirius sat, in guilt and sadness as Remus told him of how horrible his transformations were and how lonely he and the wolf had been. He told of how he lived in darkness for the first couple years until he finally had grieved enough. When it seemed Remus was calmed enough Sirius gently let go of Remus awkwardly, stood up and looked at the time. 2:35A.M. Remus followed his gaze.

"Sorry for keeping you up. I know you must be tired."

Sirius shook his head. "Don't apologize. It's not like I sleep anyway," Sirius replied sullenly.

Remus studied Sirius. "What were you dreaming about, Padfoot?"

Sirius turned around abruptly. He hadn't heard that name…

"Don't call me that," He said fiercely. Remus looked taken aback.

"Sirius.."

Sirius turned back around. "I'd very much like a shower. If you could please loan me a pair of clothes."

Remus stood. "Of course," He said quietly.

Sirius nodded his thanks and following Remus' lead quickly got a shower started. He heard Remus quickly put clothes on the sink and get back out.

Sirius let the water cascade over him, hiding his face in the water. The shower was good for two things. Getting clean, of course and Sirius' personal favorite. Hiding tears.

Sirius leaned against the wall and let the pain come forward. What he didn't know was that the bathroom was right next to Remus' bedroom. Remus was currently sitting on the bed, listening to every sob Sirius poured forth.

TBC………………