Disclaimer: Don't own. 'Nuff said.

Author's Note: someone (I can't remember who (sorry)) pointed out the last chapter seemed a bit rushed. I had writers-block, and still do. This is the final chapter. I hope it's okay.

The Tales of Werewolves
All Things Come to Those Who Wait

Sirius woke up to find his head lolling on Dom's shoulder, and a thin trail of saliva coming from his mouth. He grunted and wiped the drool from his lips and sleeping boy's shoulder.

Moving the open album from his lap, he slid off the bed, and went to have a shower. Only one thought stuck in his mind: I have to talk to Remus.

He got dressed, crossed the bedroom and reached the door. He paused to look at Dom's sickly form for a second before leaving.

His first instinct was to go to the room Remus had previously been staying in. It was occupied.

Severus hastily dropped the leg of his pants over a prosthetic leg. "What are you doing here, Black?" he spat, covering up his embarrassment and awkwardness.

"I could say the same for you, Snape. You don't stay here."

"I never used too, but you're behind the times." He hissed. "Wolf's down the hall, two doors down and to the left. Now get out."

Sirius turned. "Good luck with the leg." He added savagely. He continued down the hall, he had heard from Harry that Snape had been injured, but not how. He also heard the Remus had been too, but not how.

When Sirius opened the door, he was faced with the sight of Remus sitting up in bed and, predictably, reading a book. However, he was wearing a turtleneck, which was slightly out of character for the Werewolf.

"Thanks for the paper clippings, Moony."

Remus looked up and smiled.

"I heard you were injured. Did you get in the crossfire?"

Shaking his head, Remus pulled the top of his turtleneck down. It revealed a handprint, burnt around his neck. There was no doubt the mark would be there permanently. At Sirius' curious look, Remus decided to explain as best he could.

"Wormtail." He whispered then held up his hand and arm. Sirius got the message loud and clear. The silver arm.

"Ouch."

"Yeah. I can't bring my voice about a whisper. It gets fairly annoying."

"I can imagine. You should rest your voice."

"I should, but it looks like you want to talk about something."

"You know me too well." Sirius sat on the end of the bed. "I'm just really confused."

Draco sat cross-legged on the bed and watched Harry pace the room. He had Jasmine in his lap, and was bottle-feeding her.

Harry was bitting his lip, and fiddling with his wedding ring on his finger, a move that didn't go unnoticed by his husband. His socks padded on the rug as he turned around and started walking slowly in the other direction.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Harry sat next to Draco. Draco passed Jasmine and the bottle over to him.

"This whole situation is bloody weird." Said Harry, quietly so he wouldn't distract their daughter from her meal. "I'm worried about Dominic."

"I'm worried too, Harry. Sirius just needs some time, that's all, and he's not cruel enough to let Dom die."

"Dom might need more then just Sirius being near him."

"Relax. It'll be fine."

"What if it's not?" Harry spat. "What if Dom dies, because Sirius can't remember him enough to love him?" His voice was laced with anger, but was breaking with a number of other emotions.

Jasmine started crying loudly. Harry cradled her to his chest and took her out of the room and flung a towel over his shoulder. He made hushing noises as he put her on his shoulder and burped her.

He laid her down in her cot and tucked her in as she went to sleep quickly, tears still on her face.

Harry went back into the bedroom and looked at Draco, who was doing up his pyjama top. They didn't say anything to each other, but the tension between them was thick, and it had been since they had first heard Hogwarts had been attacked.

"I'm sleeping on the couch tonight." Draco finally said, breaking the silence. "I think you need your space."

He picked his pillow up off the bed and got a blanket out of the walk-in-wardrobe. Harry climbed into bed, facing away from the door, and away from Draco.

Dom couldn't stand up in the shower. He sat and let the water wash over him, not bothering to try to reach the soap from the floor. He knew it would be hopeless.

He was feeling a lot better, but his whole body ached, as if he was coming down from an extremely bad flu. He yawned, but stopped half way to choke on the hot shower water.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" He yelled.

"It's Kath. We can't get hot water on any of the other floors because you're using it all."

"Sorry."

With a flick of his wrist he cast a quick spell to shut the hot water off. His breath hitched in his throat as ice-cold water washed over his body and pounded on his chest.

"It's done. You can go have a shower now, Mum." That word still sounded very foreign on his tongue.

"Okay." There was laughter in her voice, probably because he was now having a cold shower, and that usually meant one thing.

Dom tilted his head to the side. The cold water making it feel like he couldn't breathe deeply, or even normally for that matter.

He held his hand out in front of him to see if it was still shaking. He wondered if it would ever stop, because they seemed to have both been shaking for forever. Watching the water run through his fingers and puddling in his palm, Dom found his thoughts straying to Sirius.

He shifted so the icy water was still hitting his body, but he could lean his head against the tiled wall of the shower without drowning if he fell asleep, which he did.

Sirius lay on a pile of autumn leaves, all of them red, yellow, brown or orange. A breeze ruffled his hair and light rain started falling. It was cold and his lips were blue.

The sleeping figure of Dom shivered, not just because of the cold water.

A few leaves came down and stuck to Sirius' bare chest. He licked his lips slowly, returning them to their normal colour.

Dom licked his lips, and sparks flew out of his wand, which he still had in his hand from turning the hot water off. They hit a shampoo bottle, which tipped and sent apple scented pouring slowly onto the floor.

'Dominic. Do you remember when we were in the shower together? I do. You were so beautiful, with you're fiery eyes and perfect skin. I don't care if you are Lord Voldemort's son, I love you so much.'

Sirius smiled, and his nose twitched.

Dom's nose twitched.

Bringing his hand to his mouth, he took a drag on a cigarette, sucking hard then blowing out a stream of smoke, which swirled up into the air. The cigarette burned down, almost to the line. The burning end heated his fingers up.

Dom's hand, which was resting on his inner thigh, became coated with thick, white male essence, warming them up.

Sirius' nose twitched again, and then he sneezed. He sniffed and composed himself.
'See ya.'

Dom opened his eyes and blinked a few times to get into focus. He sighed and put a hand to his forehead. It had all been a dream. It had seemed so real with its detail and his soft, silky voice… Saying that he remembered the night in the shower.

Dom closed his eyes and let a tear slide down his cheek. Thinking back on it, those words had cut him fairly deeply. He whimpered and started sobbing as hard as he could. It looked like things would never get any better.

Sure, he was getting better physically, but emotionally he had never felt as weak, vulnerable and empty as he did now. The smell of apples, from the shampoo, was the same as that time in the shower.

He continued to cry forcefully into his hands, not hearing the knock at the door, nor the bathroom or shower door opening.

"Dom?"

Dom looked up to see Sirius standing over him. He quickly looked down again to hide the signs he had been crying, and noticed that not all of his 'dream' had washed away yet. He didn't bother covering up or hiding the more sensitive parts of his naked body.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He said quickly. Too quickly.

Sirius put his hand under the water, soaking the end of his sleeve. "Merlin. That's far too cold, and you're still not well."

"I doubt you care."

"I do care." He went into a cupboard and pulled out a fluffy white towel. "Come on, get out of there." He pulled Dom out of the shower with one arm, and then wrapped the towel around the shivering boy.

Sirius reached into the shower, picked up Dom's wand, and turned off the water. He then enlarged the towel to the size of a blanket.

"Come on."

He led Dom into the bedroom and sat him down on the bed. Dom was still crying softly, tears were running down his face, which Sirius dried along with some of the water. He also dried his hair, so he wouldn't get a cold on top of what was already going on.

"I'm starting to remember." Sirius started off, trying to break the ice. "Remus has been refreshing my memory. He told me a few things about you, and I started to remember a few private moments we had."

Dom looked at Sirius. He sniffed.

"Little details I can't remember fully, but I get the gist of everything that happened. I can't remember actions, but I can remember things I thought and felt." He gently held Dom close to him. "Its okay if you want to cry you know."

"I know, but it's fine, I'm alright." Dom whispered. "I just feel so hollow and pathetic… A-And small. My life has always been screwed up, and I'm just starting to wonder if it's ever going to get better."

"What you've hit bottom, the only way to go it up."

Dom smiled slightly "That's very philosophical."

"Yeah… Well… Can I ask you something?"

"Anything." Dom leaned heavily on Sirius' shoulder. He was tired, but wouldn't be able to relax enough to sleep.

"You knew I was going to go to Azkaban. You knew Peter would betray us. You didn't do anything to prevent it."

"I couldn't. You know I wouldn't have been able too." Said Dom, getting upset again. "I'm so sorry."

"Shh, it's okay. I know you weren't able too." Sirius felt some anger, but it didn't have time to surface properly. Being mean to Dom now, would be like kicking a puppy… Kicking a cute puppy. No… He was a beautiful puppy.

With that thought in mind Sirius held the towel-clad boy closer to him. He kissed the top of Dom's head comfortingly. "Don't give it a second thought, Dom."

The sunlight was shining through the not completely closed curtains, and waking Harry up, much to his annoyance. He had only just fallen into a light sleep, after being awake for almost the entire night.

He got out of the bed and went into the lounge. Draco was asleep on the couch under a thin blanket that was probably only just thick enough to stop him shivering.

Harry managed to crawl over arm of the couch and slip between his husband and the back of the couch. He put an arm around Draco, and sighed.

The both of them rarely fought, it was something to do with the bond, but small disagreements that really couldn't be called fights, felt a hell of a lot bigger then they actually were.

Draco rolled over so he and Harry were facing each other, their noses barely touching. Draco's eyes were still closed, so Harry thought he was still asleep until he spoke.

"I knew you'd come crawling back."

Harry and Draco walked through the doorway and froze in their tracks. Dom was at the table, sitting next to Sirius, and eating. Not only was he eating, but he was managing to keep it down.

Harry smiled and sat at the table, and started feeding Jasmine. Molly came around and started fussing over the baby, so did Hermione. Draco rolled his eyes and sat next to Remus, who was sitting next to Dom.

"Come around where I can see you." Said Sirius.

"Yes, sir." Draco said obediently and went around the table to sit opposite him. Even though Sirius looked only nineteen, Draco had the utmost respect for him.

"So… Draco Potter, eh?"

"Yes."

Sirius looked him up and down. "I heard you're a Werewolf now."

"Yes."

"Tough break."

"It's not all that bad. If I'd never been bitten, then I never would have realized I was in love with Harry. So there have been a few good parts."

Sirius nodded. "Right answer." Dom smiled at him as he smiled at the ex-Malfoy. Sirius extended his hand and shook it with Draco's. "I hope we can get to know each other."

"So do I."

A/N: It's over. It's finally over. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.
If anyone has any ideas for a sequel, or another story I could write, I'll be glad to hear them, because otherwise I will be boooored.
Thanks everyone who reviewed. You ROCK!