A/N: This may have some disturbing things...well not really but if cutting makes you feel odd don't read cuz this has it in it.
"I saw a faint glowing. It was a unicorn." Three gasps came from his friends when he said this. Unicorns weren't often so close to the edge of the forest. "He was a bit ill looking and didn't shy away when I approached. He was calling to me. 'Closer young werewolf.' He said. I heard it in my head though it sounded like a very poorly tuned radio. I knelt by him and put a hand on his shoulder. When he drove his horn through my skin I wasn't scared. He pulled back and left a star mark over my heart." James interrupted him. "Can we see it?" Sirius chuckled and pulled away the material of his shirt. Sure enough a faint blue star was glowing softly on his skin. Remus tenderly touched the glowing star. Sirius flinched from the touch. "Sorry." Remus pulled his hand away. "It's alright…" Remus mentally slapped himself for touching Sirius. Sirius wasn't used to friendly human contact, Remus and James had vowed to get him used to it though. "What happened next?" Peter asked eagerly. "He laid his horn on my shoulder. I swear he was smiling. 'I can speak freely with you now.' He said. 'I know of your future young Lycan. You will die in the fight against the dark cousin. Yet you will be needed by many. I bless you with the unicorn gift of immortality.'" Three pairs of eyes widened in finding out their friend could not die. "He then gave me a warning. 'There is one thing that can undo your life and one thing only. Your mate. Through your life there will be trials to see if they are worthy. You must wait until your schooling is over to claim your mate. Your mate will be the only one who can call you from the veil. They must understand your gift and must be sure they will stay with you through life and death. If your mate were to leave you for another the betrayal has the potency to kill you, if your mate dies you die.' It's a bit scary to know that whoever my mate is has the power over my life…or death. The glowing died down. 'Are you okay?' I asked him. 'Nay, my time here is ending. I want you to have my horn to remember the unicorns.' Then he passed. I stayed with him until there was not breath left in his body. His horn lay on the ground as his body turned into grass, his hooves into saplings, and his mane and tail into roses." Sirius pulled out a glowing crystalline horn from the inner depths of his robes. Remus gasped, James gaped, and Peter reached out to touch it. Sirius pulled it away and claimed that he was putting it away.
Sirius put the horn safely in his trunk and put several charms on it to protect it. He went to bed after a shower and fell into a deep slumber. James followed and dropped into a 'if you tried to sleep this deep for to long you'd die' sleep. Peter's loud raspy snoring woke up Sirius, which surprised Remus seeing as how Sirius could sleep through a hurricane. Sirius got up, took his wand out from under his pillow, and walked to Peter's bed. Remus readied himself to intervene incase Sirius decided to curse Peter. Sirius put a silencing charm on Peter's bed and went back to his own. With Peter silenced Sirius dropped off into la la land.
Remus remembered that he still had Sirius' composition book with him. His curiosity got the better of his sense of privacy. He dove for the end of his bed, pulled his bag from off the trunk and pulled the book out of his bag. Remus opened it and flipped through the pages. It was filled with poetry and songs. Remus opened to one of the pages and read.
Pale face
follows the wind
with sad eyes that shine bright
that looks at the moon every night
has fled.
Scarred arms
cut again
by his own blade
spill his blood.
One arm marred
by claws and fangs.
The other an
intricate design
destined not to fade.
It cracks again.
The whip on my back.
My eyes see red from rage and fury.
White pain shakes my body.
Her black laughter fills my ears.
Silver bleeds through red.
Bindings snap, the whip is caught.
His knuckled fists snaps ribs.
I collapse.
Beaten and broken
I collapse.
This torment is too much.
Feet collide with my body.
Purple bruises erupt on my flesh.
Long canines elongate longer.
"Stop!" she calls.
It is not for me.
It is for him.
She does not want him bitten.
The urge to bite gets stronger yet I get weaker.
A wrist rises to my mouth.
Once again I draw my own blood.
Remus rereads the last poem. He wonders if this is what goes on at home. Silently he pads over to James' bed and gently wakes him. "Remus?" He asked groggily. "Read the last one." Remus hands the book over. James' eyes grew wider by the sentence. "Is this Sirius'?" He asks. Remus nods. James walks over to Sirius' bed. He puts the book down on his trunk and kneels next to the bed. He pulls the duvet down some to expose Sirius arms. He picks up the left and sees brutal slashes from elbow to wrist. At his wrist is a roughly made bandage. James slowly removes it to find a fresh bite wound. Remus looks at his right arm to find an intricate design carved into the flesh. Chestnut eyes lock onto amber they share a silent agreement. They agree not to let Sirius know of their knowledge until they feel the need to.
Remus and James wake to the powerful chords of a cherry red guitar. They see Sirius pacing the length of the room playing a partly done song. Once in a while he'd go to his trunk and write something down. "Hey Dog-Star play for us!" James called out. "Um…ok." He flips threw the composition book to the song he decided to play.
"Mark said he could hold his own head up
and share his mind
with the peeling paint on the bedroom wall.
One step ahead of the pack of Marlboros.
Still, I don't believe he would take that fall.
Those things will put you back
some paychecks,
set you back about a year or two.
There's a sick little suicide in all that we do,
all that we do.
And the ground downtown is in a countdown,
no air anywhere in the area.
Suck back these take-home packs of euthanasia.
Youth in America…
There's a sick little suicide
in all that we do.
There's a sick little suicide
in all that we do…
you decide,
Which one's for you!?
Mark my words, oh, just a little more,
Sara said,
and subtly subsistence is suicide.
Exercise and malnutrition
keep curves tight,
'cause all that matters is what's outside.
So says every magazine cover
which gallantly assaults
our own women and children,
but it's not my fault,
it's never my fault.
We dare bury our three-square fare
in a twenty first century artery,
and feed beyond our need
so pardon me,
for this part of me."
Sirius finished his song and looked at them. "That was good." Remus said. "Does it have a name?" James asked. "Sick Little Suicide." Sirius took his guitar strap of his shoulder and put it away. "Did you write it?" James asked. "Did he write what?" Peter came into the dorm. "Sirius just played for us. So did you write it?" Remus asked. "Yeah, I write in my spare time at hell." Sirius said offhandedly. "At hell?" James questioned. "You don't expect me to call that place home do you?" Sirius fired back. "If I knew why you called it that maybe I wouldn't ask stupid questions." James retorted. Sirius grunted in reply. "Is it really that bad?" Remus asked. "I'd rather live with Hades." Sirius swiped at his bedpost successfully breaking it. "Who?" James asked. "Greek god of the underworld." Sirius said absently. He pulled out his wand. Sirius repaired his bed post and flopped down onto his bed.