A/N: All the stress from finals for some reason has pushed me to keep updating. Er, yeah. Anyways, in case you're cursing me because you wanted me to update my other fic, well, just hold on a little longer. I knew exactly where I wanted this chapter to go and I have like nothing planned out for Eight Days a Week now except the ending. So.

Everyone should know that I am really enjoying this fic as far as writing it goes. I think it's much more my own writing style versus all the other fanfiction I've done, HP or not. Someone reviewed and talked about my short, choppy sentences and other things and that's just how I write so I'm really able to update this faster because it's so mine.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything HP related.

Stinky Stan: Thanks so much for your kind words! I'll definitely have to check out your favorites list! My internet has been done so I'm behind on everything right now but hopefully I can look at it soon. Yeah Sirius is going to be a really flip floppy person in here, because I just think that's how he should be. You'll see more evidence in the next chapter with him interacting with Harry though!

Daunting Darkness: Haha, thanks! Hermione/Draco huh? Sorry, there won't be much shipping at all if any. I don't think I've ever even read Hermione/Draco. Thanks for your support and feedback!

Padfoot n' Moony: I love your little short reviews! Lucky for you I enjoy writing this fic. I'll try to update as often as possible! Thanks for feedback!

Oceanjewel: I'm really glad you like it so far! Everyone seems to like Sirius' portrayal but I feel like I've hardly used him at all yet. Maybe it's just the fact I spent so long on Harry. Oh well. Thanks so much for the feedback!

Emma: Yeah, that EnglishMuffin2 kills me haha. She's great isn't she? She totally deserves the dedication. A lot of people do, but this one goes out to her. Thanks for your suggestion on the next chapter in Eight Days a Week. Honestly, I don't plan that far ahead. That's why I'm a crappy writer. I decided not to include romance in that fic or really this fic either so it could be more open to all people. You said yourself you didn't like the OC so I'm helping you out. The Dursley's in this fic where inspired by another one I read somewhere. I can't even remember where but I just remember thinking 'that's really unique that for once they don't hate Harry.' So I decided to try it out. I do love a good abused Harry fic every once in a while though.

Lizziepooh29: Thanks so much for the feedback! I actually haven't heard of those fics you suggested (which I am even more grateful for haha), so I will most definitely be checking them out! Thanks again!

Tessa: I'm really glad people seem to be taking to Sirius so well in this one. I mean, he used to be a really light hearted guy but he was shattered right? Some people write him a bit too happy, though some of them can pull it off.

Wren Craven (x2): You're the best. Seriously. Those are the longest reviews I've ever gotten. I mean, I've written shorter chapters. You put my skills to shame. I love the words you use...like splendiferous. I think I'm getting a little big headed from you. You should be a professional critic. Really. I was looking through some brochures for art schools I'm considering right now and one of the majors in there is art criticism and I was like 'man that should be my job.' I'd probably be really mean though. Anyways, if I ever get around to it I will so be spending you an email or something soon. Thanks so much!

LadyButtercup (x2): By the time this is up finals will be over, but um I'm supposed to be studying right now. So much for that. Megan, I love you more than Adam Carson and you're my bestest friend (look! My love proves itself again! I am using improper English again!) in the whole world. And that is why I can make you review twice. Anyways, I have like fifty stalkers at Triad now. And Mark isn't helping me at all. I keep asking Mark if he's seen Mean Girls, but he says he hasn't. He'll watch Brad Pitt but not Lindsay Lohan. Have you ever seen that kid's handwriting? He writes like a girl!

Elanastar: You sounded so excited about HPSB, so I am so sorry about this whole thing. Harry is too young for Sirius, but that doesn't stop us does it? Anyways, yeah I'm been looking through your favorites list a lot. I used to have tons of favorites but I decided to really cut down on them. Thanks so much for your feedback!

Asleep

Chapter 3

It was early the next June morning when Remus Lupin walked into the kitchen at Headquarters and found it remotely empty besides from a couple occupants, which included a harassed looking Mrs. Weasley and Mundungus Fletcher fighting over his spilled 'goods' on the table. Remus shook his head while surpassing a smile, but his mirth slowly faded when he realized the other regular member that was there every morning for breakfast, at this precise time in fact, was nowhere to be found.

"Good morning Molly, Mundungus," Remus said in his trademark pleasant voice. His body was still in good condition for the time of month, but full moon was nearly a week away now and once it hit a week it seemed to count down.

Seven days till full moon...a sore neck. Six days...sore back. Five days...ear aches. Four days...on and off visual problems Three days...senses heighten. Two days...constant nausea. One day...penetrating migraines.

Realizing Molly was speaking to him, Remus quickly shook himself awake. To anyone watching closely enough you could see him body seem to spring back into awareness and his eyes dilate while taking in observations. He could almost count Mundungus' stubble on his chin from where he was sitting (Must be close to his time of the month too, Remus thought) and every lose thread on Molly's sweater (Isn't it a little too hot for a sweater? It is summer after all).

"...and when you see Harry, make sure he knows I'm thinking about him?" Molly was dabbling on now, as she closed the space between them holding a steaming cup. "Of course, we're all thinking about him."

"Of course Molly," Remus replied with another kind smile while accepting the cup of tea from her. He calmly sipped it while thinking of one of his oldest and dearest friends and where he might be. You would think there were only so many places you could be in a house, but not at Number Twelve Grimmauld, especially not since it had been made Headquarters.

"I don't suppose you've seen him at all this morning?" Remus asked so quietly that you probably needed his hearing just to make anything out of it; however Molly seemed to be expecting this question, as its answer weighed heavily on her mind.

"I haven't seen Sirius since the meeting last night, Remus," she answered her voice both disapproving and somber.

Placing his now empty cup on the table and nodding grimly, Remus stood and thanked Molly for the tea. He was heading toward the door, already wrapped up in what he was going to say to Sirius, when he caught the end of Molly's question.

"...wrong with him?"

What's wrong with Sirius? When was Sirius ever okay to begin with?

"I'm sure whatever it is, Molly, he'll be fine after he sees Harry today," Remus said, though he knew that was a blatant lie. "And he will be seeing Harry today."

The werewolf walked out of the kitchen after seeing Molly's affirmative nod and wiped his gentlemen face off as he looked for his prodigal best friend. He started with his room up in the corner on the very top floor and only found a shattered mirror and some pieces of ripped up paper, which upon further investigation turned out to be newspaper clippings of various articles about himself and Harry. Picking up a few more of the pieces, Remus found a piece of a photo among them. The piece, unlike most of the others, was big enough for him to make some sense out of it. In fact, out of the piece he could see an infant Harry with bright neon colors painted all over his face as he enthusiastically waved his little arms around.

Remus couldn't find the rest of the pieces to this picture (though he tried both manually and with spells) but he knew something was really wrong now. This picture in its entirety included James in an infinite moment of laughter as he stood behind his son and Remus knew it was probably Sirius' favorite picture. He couldn't figure out why he would have destroyed this photo when there were still plenty pictures of Peter and him laying around in some distant drawer or vacant cabinet. Why not those pictures? Why one of his best friend and godson?

It was then Remus knew exactly where his best friend was. He swiftly exited Sirius' room and followed the stairs to the very bottom floor as he recalled his dear friend's words from many years ago when they were just schoolboys.

"There's just something comforting and tragic about going downwards..."

Remus could have hit himself over the head. Of course Sirius would be downstairs somewhere. His friend especially now always chose things that seemed pointed downward somehow. It was like how Remus knew that if he offered him two things in two different hands, Sirius would always pick the hand on his left. That was just something he'd done his whole life, though Remus never knew why. It seemed more important now after Azkaban and everything else that had happened for some reason.

Reaching the bottom of the stairwell, he took the left path down probably the most eerie looking hallway Remus had ever seen before. He hadn't ever been down to this floor (which was the only one entirely brick as he found out) before as it had been at Sirius' own request that it be left alone. No one had complained due to the fact that there was almost too much room for the Order to know what to do with, but now Remus was concerned that maybe he should have checked it out if he only realized earlier Sirius had been spending so much time down here.

The walls looked moldy and had different spots where the brick was exposed versus some which still bore ancient decorative fixtures. The hall was dark and had an overall sense of dampness that hung thickly in the air. Drawing near to the end of it Remus saw something flicker across the wall out of the corner of his eye, which was enough to give him a start after all of the stress his body had accumulated over the past fifteen minutes.

Feet planted firmly and hairs raised for the moment, Remus stood waiting to see another sign of whatever it was he had just seen. There was no movement for a few moments, but right before he was about to continue on he saw it again.

It was a butterfly. Well, more or less the shadow of a butterfly. This time the butterfly haunted the walls for a longer period of time – as it flickered in one spot for a few moments then another as if skirting around something. And just like that there were more of the shadows than he could count. There could have been a hundred of them.

Remus would have normally smiled at a sight such as this. It was obvious Sirius had somehow enchanted the shadows on the wall, and it wasn't like he was a sensitive guy at all (In fact I'm pretty sure Sirius hates butterflies and any form of insect) but then he realized it wasn't meant to be a cheery message. In fact, it was meant to be just the opposite Remus observed with dread.

With the dilapidated and poor state of the walls the butterflies didn't hold any aesthetic beauty at all, but instead looked like some sort of horrid animal that a four year old might have experimented with. Remus could have sworn that some of the shadows were eating each other as he quickly hurried to the last door. He sighed in relief when he saw it was open a crack (Never put it past him to lock himself in a room when he's upset even after being locked in a cell for twelve years) and rather clumsily stumbled into the room, missing both his gentlemen air and his stoic face.

His hopes of Sirius being alright were gone the moment Remus got his bearings about him. Completely oblivious to the man he'd been searching for so frantically; he took in everything on these walls. There were more articles. Articles all in ugly, blotchy black and white print. They covered everything from death eater attacks, more collected news on Harry and himself, and he could even make out a few obituaries of friends including James and Lily's (Where'd he get that?). There was a spider web like design over the articles (which some could be dated back to when they were in third year) as some of the articles were connected to each other by some magical form that resembled any common piece of string.

The loose corners of the papers that surrounded him on every side fluttered lazily in the cold draft as Remus felt emptiness in the bottom of his stomach settle in. Without knowing it he had been subconsciously ambling slower to the furthest wall from the doorway and as he lifted a heavy hand to rest it on the wall he noticed how ugly his hand seemed against it.

Suddenly he felt a wave of anger rip through his body as he tore his hand away from the wall and jerked his body to the opposite direction. It was then that he recognized a dark figure shifting out of the corner of the room.

"Sirius," Remus tried to growl in anger, but it only came out as a plea dripping with despair. "What have you done?"

A/N: I originally planned for this chapter to be when they visit Harry, but I found it necessary to make a whole chapter out of Sirius and what he was doing. I just realized every chapter has been from a different POV haha. How about one from Snape's? That'd be fun!