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Ch. 2: Anger

As Sirius plopped down onto the hard wooden bench at the Gryffindor table, he sighed gratefully. Glancing around, he noticed that nothing had changed, and that gave him a peaceful feeling of some sort. It was comforting to know that not everything had to change in the world. He glanced again at Remus, who had taken the seat beside him. Something definitely was wrong, and he would figure it out. He always did.

A murmuring broke out in the Great Hall, and Sirius glanced towards the overly large front doors. Sure enough, tiny little first years were scrambling in after McGonaggal, all of them looking terrified. Which was to be expected. Sirius snorted.

I swear, the ickle little firsties get shorter every year, he thought bemusedly.

James had a wicked glint in his hazel eyes. Sirius could only guess what ways he was thinking of to torture the first years. Poor little runts.

McGonaggal brought them all up to the Sorting Hat, shushing the ones who dared to whisper in her immaculate presence. He could still pick up some of them murmuring quietly, nervously eyeing the hat.

"Do you think we have to pull a rabbit out of it?" He heard a small boy whisper quietly to a girl standing next to him.

"Don't be ridiculous. That's foolish magic. All we have to do is put it on our heads. Although, I must say, it does look rather dirty." She sniffed haughtily and scrunched her nose in apparent disgust at the Sorting Hat's condition.

Sirius snorted. Smart-ass girl.

The sorting went by in a daze, unexciting after six years. However, Sirius did notice that the overly snobbish girl, whose name he discovered to be Marly Harden, was placed in Slytherin, much to her satisfaction. He glared at her small retreating back in disdain.

Finally, Dumbledore stood up in front of his regal golden chair at the Head Table, and looked down warmly at all of the students, sending a cheerful wink to the new first years, who were now seated at their appropriate tables. He cleared his throat, and the students immediately quieted. Sirius thought it to be amazing, how much power he had over everything. However, Sirius thought him to be a crackpot old fool this year. After all, he'd made James Potter Head Boy. How thick could you get?

Professor Dumbledore gave his usual the-dark-forest-is-forbidden-if-you-go-in-it-you-die speech, sending a meaningful glance at the Marauders. Sirius grinned back cheekily, as did James.

At last, Dumbledore clapped his hands with a flourish, and steaming piles of food appeared before them. Sirius groaned at the sight. Oh, Merlin, it was good to be back.

Remus waited patiently as Dumbledore finished his speech and clapped his hands for the food. He heard Sirius groan in pleasure at the mouth watering smell, and the action shot a bolt of electricity straight to his groin. Not able to help himself, he glanced over at the boy, and he forgot all about the food in front of him. Sirius' moist pink lips had parted slightly to allow the noise past, and his dark intense eyes had a glint of hunger in them. Remus gulped. His mind decided to start making rather exotic pictures of Sirius doing other things than glancing like that at the food. Quickly, he shook his head, trying to rid himself of those..wonderful..wonderful...images before someone noticed his rather prominent arousal. Regretfully, he peeled his lust darkened eyes away from Sirius and came face to face with Peter stuffing hot pieces of chicken in his mouth. His 'problem' died away rather quickly.

Remus piled some mashed potatoes, chicken, carrots, and pork onto his golden sparkling plate. However, he could only bring himself to nibble on a few small pieces of the pork. Eyeing the rest of the food warily, he sighed and pushed his plate away. A soft touch on his arm startled him. Sparks of heat shot up his arm and filled him with warmth, and he immediately recognized who had placed their hand upon him. Sirius. Now that he thought about it, he was sick of the sparks. Of the stupid bloody pain.

Everytime Padfoot looked at him a piece of his heart broke off at knowing that he could never have Sirius. Not the way he wanted. And, Merlin, he did want him so bad. And he was sick of it. Bloody sick of the pain. Damn! Why couldn't the fucking pain go away? Hadn't he already suffered enough?

As the boiling anger filled him, he whipped around to face Sirius, and he glared.

"Don't touch me," he hissed, barely able to keep from exploding in anger at having fallen in love with Sirius. Why him? Why not some other fucking idiot!

Sirius' eyes widened, giving off the deer in headlights affect.

"W-w-what?"

"I said, Don't. Touch. Me."

Remus snatched Sirius' hand and pushed it roughly off of his arm.

"A-are you okay?" Sirius asked worriedly. He hadn't done anything! Not that he knew of anyway.

Remus could feel the blood rushing in his ears, the anger, that hurtful anger, filling him, constricting him. He snapped.

"No! I'm not bloody ok! And it's all your fucking fault," Remus roared, not caring that by now half of the Gryffindor table was gaping at the scene before them, along with Sirius. Abruptly, Remus stood up and stormed out of the Great Hall. He, Remus J. Lupin, became the first person to ever walk out of a Hogwarts Welcoming Feast.

James gazed upon Sirius with wide eyes.

"What did you do?" He croaked, still a bit shocked from Remus' outburst. That wasn't like Moony at all.

Sirius could only look at James with the same expression pasted on his face. He shrugged, and stood up.

And Sirius Black became the second.

Wow, Sirius thought, a bit breathless, I never knew that Rem could run that fast. , Sirius thought, a bit breathless, .

By the time Sirius reached the portrait to the Gryffindor common rooms, Remus had obviously already gone inside. Then Sirius realized something. He didn't know the password.

"Fuck," He whispered sullenly. The Fat Lady turned a disapproving eye upon him.

"Watch your language young man!" She screeched indignantly.

"Well, I would, if I knew the bloody password."

The Fat Lady frowned at him, clearly ruffled by his use of such pervasive language. Kicking the wall out of frustration, Sirius yelped as the sudden pain jabbed at his toe. A wicked cackle sounded above him. Hold on...he knew that laugh!

"Peeves!", He cried out jovially. "How's it going buddy?"

It was well known throughout the school that the only people Peeves listened to were the Marauders or the Bloody Baron. Silently praising his luck, he grinned up at the floating poltergeist.

"What can I do for you today, Mr. Padfoot?"

Peeves was also the only one aloud to use their nicknames.

"Well, Peevesy, I was wondering what the password to this here common room was."

The poltergeist nodded enthusiastically.

"That would be Horntail, sir. Yes, yes it would."

Peeves cackled gleefully again, and shot off, banging on suits of metal armor as he went. Sirius shook his head, said the password to the Fat Lady, and ran through the portrait hole, the Fat Lady glaring at him as he ran.

The End. Of chapter Two. Hehe. Please R&R! Because I so love it when you do. Reviews are likewoah.