LAST DAMN CHAPTER! Woot!
Now I can start fantasizing over other strange adventures for them to have… like turning Lupin's hair purple and the like…but hell, I don't even know if I can DO comedy…Anyway Ill probably start on some Snape project some time or other, but not for a while. I haven't finished it. I also have to get rid of at least 69 other inappropriate thoughts…
So, this week's lovely chapter starts in a lovely little town just outside of Yorkshire, which I haven't discovered the name of yet. This is two weeks after Sirius's flight from Hogwarts, and he's on the run…you can sort of guess where it's going from here, but I just wanted some closure on this and that means a flash to the present and away form the nostalgic past…
Chapter 9
Remus had seen him once before then, but it still made him gasp. Heart fluttering like mad through his chest, he felt his throat go tight. Sirius was just standing there, still in his grubby prison robes, staring at everything and noting at all. A bit of the madness had subsided in him from that night in the shrieking shack, and he was free to look about the clear sky without the threat of dementors bearing down on him sucking away his soul. Remus felt a burning hatred rising up inside him once more. A snarling, sizzling hatred that he had once held for Sirius. Peter would pay. He would pay dearly for what he had done, to Sirius, to James, to him.
Sirius smiled and looked over at him, excited and happy, like a puppy being taken for a walk. It made his heart sick. Sirius had been locked in that hellhole of a prison without a happy though for twelve years. Remus suddenly grabbed his friend's robes and buried hid head into them.
"I'm sorry," he muttered into Sirius's shoulder. "I hated you then…for all that time I hated you, and…"
Sirius kissed him softly on the cheek. "Are you out to ruin my fun?" he asked lightly, playfully, a smile playing on his reddened lips.
Remus looked up at him in surprise. Sirius was always surprising him that way. "Huh?" he said dumbly through half-choked tears.
" You being such a girl, I almost forgot I was gay," Sirius teased. It was as if Sirius had never left that Halloween twelve years ago. That thought alone was enough to make his pants tight. He buried his face again into Sirius's robes and held onto him, breathing his scent. He still smelled like pine. What an odd thing to smell like, Remus had often thought. It was delightful.
Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus and their lips found each other. There had been a hole, Remus realized, in his heart since James and Lily died. But James was still dead, and the hole was filling up quickly, like his mouth with Sirius's tongue. It wasn't near as sloppy as their first kiss had been, being only fifteen and inexperienced in the art. Now, he could feel his entire body arch and meld into his lover's, his hands finding their way to tangle in the knotted mass that had become of Sirius's elegant hair, the two of them becoming a heated bundle of desperate passion and the joy of reunited lovers.
The wind swept by through the night, cold and hard, but neither noticed nor cared. The whole world could have ended right then and there, but Remus was certain that it couldn't move them.
THE END.
A/N
Okay, now that was an entirely odd way to end a fanfic, though I think it turned out lovely. Gave me a nice little peaceful feeling to go to bed with. And how fun this is! And I have found myself a beta reader, so it should help with all those wretched typos that my spellcheck and I have overlooked. Thank you and good day/evening/morning all...(Whatever time you happen to be reading this)