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CHAPTER THREE

By: The Demonic Duo

Sirius was sitting in his usual seat at lunch, away from the other patients and towards the windows. He wasn't permitted to sit with the others because of his ill temper and habitual way of acting in rash and, often times, violent ways. He didn't mind too much because he knew he put himself in these situations. Still, what could company of one person hurt?

He looked at his sandwhich thoughtfully, peeling off the crust. Every day you had three choices for each meal, today's lunch menu consisted of different sandwhiches with a siding and a caffeen-free beverage. Sirius's decision had been the egg-salad sandwhich, sliced dill pickle and glass of milk. James Potter always made the best egg-salad sandwhiches, in his opinion.

Sirius took a large gulp of his drink and surveyed the small cafeteria. Unlike the rest of the building, it was a more modern but less thrilling room. The tables and chairs were of stained pinewood, gashes cut deep into the surface when one patient would lose control and grab an eating utensi to attack anyone and everythingl. Sirius only witnessed a few of these horrors take action, and was surprised the place still let them use real kitchen-ware. He inquired once, to Molly, why they allowed silverware to be used and she had told him that only the usually well behaved patients ate lunch in the cafeteria. The others ate in their room, with plastic utensils. The statement made Sirius wonder why he was still in the cafeteria with the others but didn't voice it, of course.

The best feature of the room, Sirius concluded, were the curtains. They were intriguing, and the way they hung was almost magical. The fabric's cut and design made the walls dance with almost realistic navy blue fire. Sighing, Sirius finished off the rest of his crust-ridden sandwhich and glanced at the door once he noticed it open. In came one of his least favorite people in the world, Peter Pettigrew.

Everyone in the room seemed to freeze as the chubby blonde boy entered, standing himself in what Sirius assumed was supposed to be a haughty position. Staff and patients alike looked in both their general directions prepared to either break it up or run like the wind.

Sirius watched Peter, his appearance calm and his anger fueled. He sat completely still, gripping onto the table edge watching the rat make his way to the lunch window. Peter made eye contact and sneered disdainfully at Sirius, causing the room's occupants to hold their breath. Mentally, he pictured Molly's voice telling him to even his breathing out and think about something good in his life, something he found appealing.

Surprisingly, Sirius's eyes went shadowed in thought and he sat there making faux eye contact with Peter. His face was relaxed and his grip on the table loosened. The blonde gave Sirius a skeptical look and gave up his attempt at baiting him, instead making his way across the room to the furthest table.

Picking up his tray, he made his way to the washing window and deposited his silverware first for the man to make sure he wasn't smuggling the dangerous items. Once the collector approved, he took Sirius's tray and bid him a good day. Content with his accomplishment between Peter and himself, Sirius made his way out of the cafeteria and went to the garden.

Sirius stepped outside and squinted as the sun splintered his retina. He grinned impishly and covered his brows with his hand in an attempt to block the sun. It helped little, but this deterred Sirius none whatsoever and he continued to make his way over to his private spot in the bushes.

Climbing inside the brush, Sirius stood completely still as his eyes made contact with the savage amber orbs he saw before. The small teenager tilted his head threateningly and narrowed the dangerously beautiful eyes a him. Sirius took a hesitant step back.

"Hey, sorry...." He said softly, frowning. It wasn't everyday Sirius was intimidated this much. "Do you want me to leave?"

Sirius watched the boy's delicate brows furrow in hesitant contemplation, his eyes watching Sirius's every breath and move. His foot was loosing it's grip and once he moved his shoe, the boy made a deep reverberating sound in his throat and bared his teeth. Sirius looked at him with both eyebrows raised in surprise. To avoid the clawing hand that sweeped at his face, he took a hurried step behind him and fell to the ground.

Sirius frowned, confused, and looked at the vicious looking boy whose eyes entranced him from the first moment he saw them to even now when he was in danger of getting hurt.

"Look, I don't know what I did but if you keep that up you're going to get into serious trouble." Sirius stated, curious as to why he, himself, wasn't flipping out. "Believe me, I know."

The new patient looked at him strangely and sat still again, keeping his eyes on Sirius. Taking this as a reluctant peace offering, the black-haired teenager sat down slowly and leaned against the cool bricks of the building's wall. He closed his eyes in hopes of letting the other understand he was being willingly submissive and that he meant no direct threat.

Sirius almost smiled when he felt the seemingly fragile boy beside him relax slowly. He risked a glance at the tawny haired boy and was startled to see his his hand reach out fiercely towards his face and scratch him. Sirius grunted in response, one hand flying up to his face to check for blood while the other hand backhanded the other boy and sent his head into the bricks.

They stared at eachother in a daze for a long time before the palpable silence was split by the shrill buzz of the alarm. It was time for patients to return back inside. Once, Sirius had made the mistake of ignoring the bell and got caught. His punishment was confinement to his room for the entire next day with only meal times to look forward to.

Sirius stood up slowly, climbing out of his not-so-secret spot quickly. He turned to notice that the other boy had left already and was dashing in the opposite direction. Sirius, feeling quite inquisitive, decided to followed him, wondering as to why he was so eager to go inside, not thinking that it could have been his fault. He watched the lithe figure move it's way swiftly through the people in the corridors without little conflict at all. It almost seemed as if they hardly noticed he existed.

As Sirius skidded around the corner to keep up and he narrowly avoided running into Frank Longbottom. Suffering from paralyzation and amnesia, the poor guy was limited to only a wheelchair for transport. The young man was attacked and brutally tortured, resulting in brain injury as well as thorough shock.

"Sorry, sorry! Didn't see you there." Sirius said to the angry nurse. He put his hands up in defeat and went back on his journey. Racing down the next hallway, he spotted the boy slip into his room and slam the door shut. Sirius frowned and read the sign. Lupin, Remus.

"I guess he really wanted to be alone." Sirius muttered, scowling only slightly and turning back to go to his own room.

TBC.

I had changed this ending so many times and finally came up with this, and don't you just love Remus? He's so interesting, isn't he? Quiet and dangerous but still totally adorable.

Being as Sirius didn't know his name, I didn't use "Remus" and refered to him as "The boy" or "New Patient" and such. It was sort of difficult to come up with different variations to title Remus. I didn't want to be too repetative. I hope that it was good enough. Now that he's read the sign, I can use Remus's name now. Makes sense, right?