Author's notes: Soon I hope to be opening my own slash website. Would any of you be interested in reading my original fiction?
And now, Sakai Michiba presents:
Feeling Threatened
Part 14 of the Smitten series
Sirius woke up early Sunday morning and slipped out of bed, not wanting to wake Remus up. He had learned in the three months they had been together that Remus did not enjoy being wakened even with touches and kisses; it was best to leave him alone. Pressing a kiss to his sleeping forehead that did not even make him stir, Sirius dressed himself and brushed his hair haphazardly before he bounced downstairs and to the Great Hall for breakfast.
He frowned as he walked in to breakfast to find none of his friends up and awake; in fact, most of the student body was missing. Pairs of students were scarce about the tables, and his eyes moved to the only single person in the room: Regulus. He could hear his heart beating in his ears, knowing that he needed to talk to Regulus to attempt to convince him that what he was doing was ridiculous. Without a thought, he sat down beside his brother at the Slytherin table. "Morning…"
Regulus looked up at his brother through rough fringe, his brown eyes narrowing. "What the hell do you want?" he whispered in a low voice, which sounded comical to Sirius because Regulus's voice had not even finished changing. "Blood traitor, don't you have that boyfriend of yours to shag?"
Sirius snarled, wondering for a moment why he had even bothered to come over here. "Don't you say a goddamn word about Remus," he growled, and he reached over to snatch Regulus's left arm, shoving the sleeve of it up and feeling shock reel through him as he found no mark. "Mother lied. You haven't joined Voldemort, have you?" He released that arm with a sneer.
"I'm too young to get the Dark Mark," Regulus replied, immersing himself in his breakfast. He looked much like Sirius, but his nose was larger and his eyes very dark. He might have been very pleasant to look at if he were not permanently scowling. "The Dark Lord wishes me to be older before he marks me. You still have time, too, Sirius. You could redeem yourself in the eyes of our mother and father…Think! Think of it, Sirius! Someone who is a sucker for power like you could go so far." He looked up at his older brother, a sort of pleading in his eyes, and Sirius saw for a split second the little brother who used to be his best friend.
Then the words Regulus spoke to him hit him hard, and he shook his head. "I'm sorry, Regulus, but if you, mother, and father are gonna in league with Voldemort, well…I'm afraid we can't be related anymore." He took a piece of toast and popped it into his mouth as he stared at his little brother. "Don't you think you'd be better off not acting like Mum and Dad? Do you honestly want to be like that?"
Regulus snorted. "Sorry, Sirius, but I would like to be included in the inheritance when they kick it. You're being written out of the will unless you change your mind." He smirked at the look on Sirius's face. "Yeah. They meant it when they said you would be disowned."
Sirius glared at him, standing up abruptly. "Oh, what are you going to do? Gonna go tell Dumbledore on me?" Regulus's lip curled, and he gave a choked laugh as Sirius hurried out of the Great Hall in a fury. "That's what I thought," Regulus barked after him, and he continued to eat.
Sirius could not see straight, adrenaline coursing through him. He should tell Dumbledore, he knew, and he tried to will his feet to walk towards the Headmaster's office, but they would not go. Instead, he found himself climbing the steps of Gryffindor Tower and bursting into the common room. It was still early; no one was down there yet save for a first year or two. They were not spared a glance as he pounded up to the dormitory.
Remus had woken up earlier than usual, so when Sirius came running into the room looking distraught, he put down the letter he had just received from his Mum and gave him an odd look. "Sirius?" he asked quietly as his boyfriend threw himself down on the bed. "What's wrong?" It was strange to see Sirius upset this early in the morning.
"They're actually going to disown me, Remus," he sighed, and he leaned over on the other's shoulder to hide his eyes. "I thought she was just bullshitting me. You're damn lucky, you know. Your Mum loves you…"
Remus wrapped an arm around him and gave him a little shake. "Ah, Sirius, you don't need her or Regulus. You know that; you've been without them for a long time." He rubbed Sirius's lower back in circles.
Sirius sighed and nodded. "I guess…What am I going to do on the holiday? School ends in two weeks! James is going on holiday and I can't go home and—"
Remus smiled and handed Sirius the letter his mother had sent him. "You'll come home with me," he claimed, and he smiled as Sirius bit his lower lip. "Don't make that face. It's not going to be any trouble."
Sirius read over the letter, in which Remus's mother said that yes, she had received Remus's letter and she and his father would find it a pleasure to spend the summer hols with Sirius. She would begin preparing Remus's bedroom to accommodate two people, and she would go grocery shopping before she picked them up at Platform 9 ¾ . Sirius lowered the letter and grinned at Remus. "I'll…I'll come home with you! I don't know why I didn't think of it," he said almost breathlessly, and he took Remus's free hand.
"I thought you hadn't. That's why I wanted to ask Mum if you could come, so you wouldn't have to surprise anyone at the end of term," Remus claimed, and he kissed Sirius's cheek.
