Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
For Monique. I think you've read this, but I'm finally posting it here and continuing with it.
To explain: This fic, from the Prologue to Part 4, takes place in five different time periods. It centers around Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs...or, more specifically, their deaths. The parts will be preceded by appropriate parts of songs from the Broadway musical-turned-movie, Rent. THIS ISN'T A CROSSOVER. It's not a songfic, either. The songs are just there because I'm the authoress and I like them XD
If you don't like angst or slash, I suggest you don't read any further. Whole fiction rated T (PG-13) for slash (SiriusRemus), angst, and death. Please review! Next part to be posted soon.
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Prologue
There's only us, there's only this. Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other road, no other way…no day but today.
There's only yes, only tonight. We must let go to know what's right. No other course, no other way…no day but today.
I can't control my destiny. I trust my soul. My only goal is just to be...
There's only now, there's only here. Give in to love, or live in fear. No other path, no other way…no day but today.
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"Remus?"
The so-mentioned sixteen-year-old wizard shifted his position in response.
"Remus..."
The teen felt the familiar soft lips kissing the back of his neck and stifled a contented sigh.
"Stop pretending...I know you're awake."
Long, sensitive fingers found their way beneath his nightshirt. They trailed over his abdomen and upward, across his chest.
He gasped and pulled away, rolling over in the process, to come face-to-face with Sirius Black.
Sirius grinned and lifted his head from the pillow. "I knew you couldn't resist me for long."
Remus' eyes narrowed. "You perverted, egotistical..."
The majority of his words were lost in the kiss. The back of his head sank deeper into the pillow as Sirius pushed his lips against Remus', one hand against the flesh newly scarred, the other entangled in the soft brown hair. Grunting with satisfaction, he moved to a position atop Remus, not once breaking the bond between their lips.
Lupin tried to pull away, but found himself unable to refuse. He had always been somewhat attracted to Sirius, just as Black had been attracted to him, but only just recently had they found themselves quite in love.
After what seemed a short eternity, Sirius pulled up, his hot, rapid breath falling softly on the face of his lover.
"...git," Remus panted.
"But a handsome one," Black retorted.
Smirking, Remus made as if to hit him, but as Sirius recoiled, hooked his arm around Black's neck and pulled him closer. He brought his own head up slightly to meet Sirius' and let out a loud moan of content when their lips met.
Suddenly, something soft collided with Sirius' cheek. He lightly yelped in surprise and rolled off Remus.
"I knew I shouldn't have put all three of us in the same room...especially you two lovebirds," groaned the sleepy voice of James Potter, who had chucked a pillow at them from his bed across the room.
"Be a sport, Potter, it's Christmas," Sirius complained, sitting upright and lobbing the pillow back in the direction of James. A soft smack and an "Ah!" from the dark indicated that the pillow had reached its target.
"At least we weren't loud enough to wake your mum and dad..." Remus mused.
Sirius playfully tousled Lupin's hair. "We could have been, love, if only given the opportunity to-"
"Stop! Bad mental images!" James shouted.
"I didn't say anything!"
"You were implying it!"
"Too bad Peter's not here; he would've wet himself if he heard those thoughts you're having now..."
"Thoughts you put there, mate."
"You're the one with the dirty mind, Potter, not me."
"At least I'm not the one snogging my best male friend, Black."
Remus intervened. "Cut it out, or you'll be the ones waking the Potters."
Both fell into silence, Sirius angry that James had gotten the last word, James quite happy with leaving it that way. They refused to swallow their pride by speaking again.
Lupin chuckled at their stubbornness and leaned back against Black's chest. He felt Sirius bury his face in his hair, wrapping his arms around him at the same time. "You reckon we'll always be like this, Padfoot?" he whispered.
Sirius smiled into Remus' hair. "Of course. We'll always be together, I promise."
"Not us, Sirius. I mean the four of us: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs."
At this point, James decided to make his way over to them through the darkness.
"Ow! That was my nose!"
"Stop hitting me!"
"You're on my foot!"
"I'm sorry!"
"Get OFF!"
Sighing, Potter finally found the unoccupied edge of the bed and sat down. "Yeah, we'll all be together forever…unless we kill each other first."
Remus smiled. "I suppose then we'll even die together, right? So no one's left alone?"
"Sure," Sirius said. "But I bet Potter here will die protecting someone…like Lily Evans…" He received a smack in the head for that.
"Yes, and you'll die off in some grand battle," James retorted. "You'll fall, and there will be silence. Time will stop just for you. And later, the world will grieve your death. At the funeral there'll be flowers…lilies, roses…people weeping…"
"Shut it," Sirius growled as Remus shook with laughter.
"Peter will probably be worst off," Potter continued, grinning. "And Remus…"
"Remus…" Black repeated, and fell into silence again.
"Remus…what?" asked Remus, raising an eyebrow and looking up at Sirius from his position in his lap.
Neither Sirius nor James responded.
"What?" Lupin pressed, turning to face Black.
"I…don't know," Sirius murmured. "I just…I can't imagine you dying at the hands of anyone…I couldn't bear it..."
"Then I'll do it myself," Remus said. "That way you'll be at ease, in this life or the next."
James suddenly got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, as if he knew something the others did not. He stood. "I should get to sleep…you two can do what you want. My parents can yell at me, but they can't be angry with you two for staying up all night."
Sirius immediately brightened. "You mean it, Prongs?"
James smiled in spite of his foul stomach. "I know you can't do anything with Wormtail around. Consider it an early Christmas present…but, for Merlin's sake, keep it down!"
As soon as they heard Potter sink into his bed, Sirius and Remus fell to theirs, engaged in a heated dance of the lips and limbs.
-End Prologue-
