Ok… slightly late. Ah well. It's here! I'm on half term, so I may get to write the next chapter as well. I have started that! Honest… Right, I'm really sorry for this chapter. It's bad. As in 'omfg, I am gonna kill Oz!' There will be a little summary at the end, so if you really don't want to read then skip on down to that.

Thank you to people who read You're So Vain! The Will and Jack were meant to be from Will and Grace. Cummon, you know they are so together!

Remus POV (see, told you we'd get back to him eventually)

I hang my head and I advertise
A soul for sale or rent

I sit on the desk and swing my legs. Matt told me to meet him in this empty classroom about five minutes ago, and he still hasn't shown up. The last few weeks… they've been ok. At times, I can forget. No, Matt isn't amazing. But he's around, and he likes me.

I trace a piece of writing on the wood. 'The Half Blood Prince will rule'. Bloody full of himself.

I wonder why Matt wants to see me. He might have something to tell me, something that he can't say in the common room. I don't know what. I smile slightly. Maybe he wants to tell me that he loves me. And I know how I'll respond. I'll say the words back. No, I won't mean them, but are they ever meant? How many people ever say 'I love you' and truly mean it? The thought makes me grimace. I've said it before, and meant it. But then again, the first time I said it was when I was about to kill myself, and the second time was in a letter. Three little words, said so very often, and yet they tell the biggest lie of all.

Matt's good, but I can't stay with him at night. How can I? He's in the year below me, so I can't just wander across to his bed. He's fun. I haven't studied as much as I should have in the past few weeks, but who cares? It's not like I'll ever be able to do anything. No one will ever want to employ a werewolf, and as for a gay werewolf- that's it, out of the window.

No, these thoughts are stupid. Matt's probably coming so that we can snog for a bit. In which case I really don't need to be thinking about him. I highly doubt Matt would appreciate me moaning that name in the middle of a kiss.

I look around the room. Mostly boring, just a load of desks with a blackboard at the front. There haven't been any lessons in here for years. It's just used as a room for people to go when they want to be alone. Barely any light comes in from the windows, except for one space on the floor where the moon is shining.

I stand in astonishment. The moon is new tonight, it can't be shining. I creep across, and see that the light is in fact being emitted from a Pensieve. The shimmering surface looks blank, and I lean over to try and get a better look at the contents. Strange, it looks like…his…face. Maybe this is his Pensieve. Filled with a sudden resolve, I grasp the sides of the bowl and fall into the memory.

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Remus looks around him. He's in one of the disused classrooms on the third floor. Sirius and Stromboli are sat on the floor in front of him, several empty bottles between them.

As Remus watches, Sirius buries his head in his hands. "I don't deserve him."

"Why not?"

"He wants us to be together when we're older. He wants us to get married. I'm not good enough for him. He doesn't want me to drink, but I still do it every single night." Sirius punctuates each word with a blow to his head. "And it's my fault he fell from the tower."

Stromboli leans forward. "What happened that night?"

Sirius looks up, his face streaked with tears. He reaches for the only full bottle and drinks from it swiftly. "He was gonna kill himself, and he tole me he loved someone. I said I'd jump too, coz I loved him. He didn't believe me at first, thought I was just trying to stop him. I jumped, but he caught my arm, and we both fell, but he took all the force of the fall."

"Does he blame you?"

"He says no. But sometimes, in his eyes, there's something… maybe I just see it because I'm drunk."

Stromboli shuffles around on the floor so that he's sitting next to Sirius. He places his arm around the older boy. "He's not perfect. Maybe he does blame you."

Sirius turns desolate eyes to Stromboli. "You think? Rem just wants to be loved. His family… they think he's a monster. He's scared of that, doesn't wanna be a monster. His mum ignores him, and his dad gets drunk all the time, which is why he doesn't want me to. He's hardly got any other friends, I won't let anyone near in case they hurt him."

"Do you love him?" The note of jealousy is evident in Stromboli's voice, but the inebriated Sirius misses it.

"Yes." Sirius bursts into tears, burying his head in Stromboli's shoulder. Remus wants to run across and hold him, but knows that it would be useless. "So much. If anything ever happened to him I'd die. I know I'm not good enough for him, but I wouldn't cope if anyone else was with him. If anyone touched him… they'd corrupt him, make him not my innocent beautiful Remmie…"

"Have you shagged him?"

"No. We've kissed, but he doesn't want to go any further yet."

Stromboli's face takes on a calculating look as he strokes Sirius' hair. "Do you?"

"Yes, but I'll wait. I love him."

Stromboli's face twists. He takes a bottle from his pocket and lowers two drops into the bottle Sirius holds. "Drink up, Sis," he murmurs. Sirius drinks, and collapses onto the ground.

"I took some of his hair, and added it to my Polyjuice potion." Remus turns to see another Stromboli, the one from Remus' time, behind him. "Then I went upstairs and destroyed you. He didn't remember a thing."

"Why?" Remus hadn't realised he was crying. "Why did you do this?"

Stromboli's face becomes angry. "Because I wanted you to know how it felt. You destroyed my life, Lupin. You're going to pay for that."

Remus' hand is grabbed, and he is pulled upwards, into the real world.

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I stagger back from him, the look in his eyes scaring me. "Let me go."

He smiles slowly, tapping his wand against his chin. "I think not. The door's locked, the room silenced, and the only way out would be through the window. But poor little Remmie's scared of heights, isn't he?" He strikes quickly, snatching my hand and pulling me across to the window. He places his head on my shoulder and croons softly to me. "Look at it, all beautiful. Looks almost like a toy town."

I screw my eyes up, avoiding looking down at the rocks below the window. Wrenching away, I fall back against a desk. "What are you going to do?"

"I told you." His eyes narrow to slits. "Make you pay." He stalks towards me, ignoring my pathetic attempts to get away. What the hell can I do? He outweighs me easily, and at new moon the wolf lends me no advantage. I have no weapons. He's probably telling the truth, and the door will be locked. So what? The answer comes so quickly, and is so astoundingly simple, that I have to restrain myself from hitting my head. My wand. I scramble in my pocket for it, but he anticipates my move. "Expelliarmus!" My wand spins through the air, and he catches it with a grin. "Naughty. Can't let you do that."

I run behind a desk, using it as a shield. "Matt, if you hurt me then you'll be chucked out of school."

"No, I don't think so. They'll never find your body. They'll just think oh dear, Lupin obviously killed himself, and they'll search for a while. If they look for answers as to why you did it, Potter will be able to tell them that you were in love with Sirius and still felt bitter at his betrayal. I'll add to that, playing the role of the grieving boyfriend." He grins again, turning his face into a grotesque death's head. "How could you do this to me, 'Mus?"

"Fuck off, you bastard."

He snaps my wand and pulls a knife from his pocket. I send a hasty prayer to anyone listening. If it turns out to be silver then I really will be dead, with no chance of escape. He leaps onto me, pushing me to the floor and holding the knifepoint above my eye. "Should I blind you? No, I think I want you to see this." He runs the blade lightly down my face, the blood welling up behind it. Then he punches me, his fist connecting with my eye. "Now you won't be so pretty."

He whispers a spell, and suddenly my hands are tied above my head. I struggle beneath him, and he smirks, running his tongue along my cheek. "Get off me!"

He ignores me, instead cutting my wrists several times. If he thinks the torture will make me cry out, he's mistaken. Yes it hurts, but not half as much as the transformation does every single goddamn month. "Red's a nice colour on you, Remmie. I know, I'll give you a tattoo." He sits up, resting on my legs, and rips my shirt open. He gasps as he sees the scars across my chest. "Oo, kinky bastard, aren't you." He brings the knife down, and begins to etch words in my skin.

"What're you writing?" I lift my head to see, and he punches me in the chin.

"No one told you you could look." His tongue sticks out as he concentrates on the letters. "There! 'Bastard monster whore'." He seems to remember something. "Yeah, I was wondering about that. Why does your dad think you're a monster?"

My mind works frantically as I try to think of an excuse. Even though each passing second makes it more unlikely that I will get out of here alive, I don't want him to know my secret. "Because I'm gay."

"Oh." He looks down for a second, down at my crisscrossed torso. "My parents disowned me for that, threw me out of the house." I resisted the urge to say 'and not because you're a psychopathic bastard, of course'. "No matter." He leans down again, covering my body with his. "I'm going to have some fun with you before I have mercy."

I cry out as his necklace touches my bare skin. A silver pendant. Git, why did he have to wear it tonight?

He sits up quickly, staring down at the perfect shape it has burned into my skin. "Now, why did that happen?"

"I'm allergic to silver."

"Really…" He slips the necklace off and places it down on my ribcage. After just a few moments, I begin to writhe in pain, my earlier resolve not to scream breaking. The stench of burning flesh reaches my nose, and it would make me vomit if I wasn't already in agony.

"Please, please, stop, you'll kill me!"

"That's the idea." He pulls it away, and stares with a sick fascination at the mark he left behind. His gaze then shifts to my eyes. "I loved Sis. I loved him so damn fucking much!" He hits me in the stomach. I arch my back, hissing as the air is expelled. "But you took him from me." He cuts my arm again, and sticks a finger in the blood. "What is so bloody special about you, anyway?" He begins to spread the blood across my forehead. "You're nothing. You're not sexy, you're not specially clever, not funny. You're just a shadow of Sis and Potter, someone who never managed to get their own personality."

Tears of rage have appeared in his eyes, matching my tears. Mine, however, are a mix of pain and fear. "Let me go, Matt, please. I won't tell anyone, just let me go. Please."

"No. What right do you have to plead for your life? You destroyed me without a backward glance. I loved Sis, but then you had to spoil it by threatening to kill yourself and confessing your love. You have no idea about him. You've never seen him in the middle of the night, throwing his head back and screaming as you bring him to climax. You never had sex with him."

"Love is more than sex."

He sneers. "Only virgins and fucking frigids say that. I know which one you are. Well, probably a bit of both. Sis never got anywhere with you, and I never even saw you with your shirt off." He leans in closer, hissing the next words. "That's gonna change, tonight."

My eyes widen, and I begin to struggle even more. He takes off his top, throwing it into the corner of the room. He lies down on top of me to take his trousers off, keeping me restrained with his body. Then he sits up, pulling my belt off with a lustful smile on his face. I'm crying in earnest now, shaking my head and trying desperately to work my hands out of their bonds. I'm screaming, wanting anyone to come in and find me. Help me.

Stromboli flips me onto my front, straddling my hips. He bites my neck, leaving deep tooth marks. "Pity Sis can't know about this," he breathes. "It would kill him. Then again, maybe your death will be enough to do that."

I shut my eyes in humiliation and pain, waiting for the inevitable to happen. Now, I'm praying for death.

Remus was meeting Stromboli in a classroom, but saw a Pensieve. Looking into it, he found out that Stromboli had taken Polyjuice to kiss the girl the night he came back from St Mungo's. Stromboli then turned up, beat Remus up and is about to rape him.

Ok. I am an evil bitch who should be burned at a stake. I think the fact that this chapter is pretty long should count in my favour. Review! Please… I love you all.

decaydancexx- Must wait slightly longer, I'm afraid. Lady of Faerie- If Rem grows his tongue, maybe then he could strangle Stromboli. Hmm… chaeli.meep.- Hee hee hee hee hee… butterflywings32- Dammit, the thing about love. I missed that. Just don't tell anyone else. marauders4- I reposted some of the chapters, coz I missed out the song lyrics. They will, quite obviously, be splitting up now. PerfectlySirius- Do that dance! Woop! freakanature- Next chapter will contain open feelings. Promise. sesshomaruhasafluffytail- YOU'LL HAVE TO WAIT! ;) thequeeneb- Die Hard rules! We're doing a musical version at college- it is absolutely hilarious. Rhea Carlysse- Save Me's my fav song. It's sooo sad :sniff: The music is actually open on Save Me on my keyboard right now. Locking them in a room sounds good. Hee hee… foreverandever- OK. Siri didn't want Rem to be unhappy, he wanted the person who split them up to be unhappy. Yeah. And of course, you were right… carpe-nox-sulum-nox- I think Stromboli is a volcano. I think I looked it up on google… dunno though. Lykaios Nyx- Heyla! Let's all kill Stromboli! QFan- Ta for the cookies. I'm all alone at home, no one here to look after me. God, I'm such a sympathy whore. Icy Sapphire15- My psych teacher's a sexist. Against guys, but there are only three in the class. It's sooo cool, we get to miss the last Friday in college to go to this thing in Bristol. Rock on! KawaiiMegami86- I find Lily really hard to write. Except that was a pretty long chapter (by my standards). Hmm… SlashyKitty- Kill Matt! girl-in-the-moon- Now you know how to feel! IssaLee- Nice long review! Woop! Siri isn't a scuzzbucket (love that word), so we are allowed to feel sorry for him. I've been feeling for him for ages, even when everyone else was planning to castrate him. :glares at everyone: SLC- I always get that wrong. tasselabb- Wow, I'm an idol :blushes extensively: Joolz- Liking the language.
With thanks to KnightGuardian, Freak in Corner, Jamie88, YumiFukushima and chunky-01.