Alright, here you are. Y'all are not ready for this, but her we go! Also, don't own Harry Potter.

Remus's POV

A light pop sounded as Sabine whisked Harry and Athena away. I sighed, of course Harry should go out more. Any little boy should be outside or on shopping trips.

But Harry Potter wasn't a normal boy, and his life deeply reflected that. Still...

"Oi Moony! Come back inside, it's freezing cold out there!" Sirius called from presumably the kitchen.

It really wasn't that cold, the light breeze just starting to gain that winter nip. I smiled fondly, remembering how Padfoot had always disliked the cold. Every winter without fail, you could always find the dark-haired man nestled under a mountain of blankets in the common room. It was sort of endearing.

Giving the outside one last sweeping look, I almost missed the old newspaper laying just outside the charmed boarders.

Picking it up, I felt my blood go cold. On the front page, staring crazily up at me, was a picture of Sirius. In a muggle newspaper!

As fast as it could, I rushed inside, slamming and locking the door with shaky hands. I flew into the kitchen, stopping short as I saw Padfoot.

He was cleaning (a tick he'd developed in Azkaban, I guess dirt reminded him of his cell) and humming gently. I recognized the tune, "Bohemian Rhapsody" by queen. He looked so relaxed, and I was about to shatter it.

"Sirius! Look!" I demanded, my voice coming out panicky. I through the paper down on the counter

He turned, the light smile on his face morphing into terror as he caught sight of the front page. I knew it must be his greatest fear to go back to that place, the very thought even made me shiver.

"W-what...H-how?" Sirius stuttered, hands catching the counter top in a deathly grip.

"I don't know. Sirius-"

"I know, we have to go. it's only a matter of time before we get caught, before I..." He'd turned very pale, shoulders shaking.

I placed both hands on his arms, choosing to ignore the slight jump he gave at my touch. "Sirius, look at me."

He did, eyes fearful but trying desperately to hide it. "We are going to be okay, they won't find us. Your safe."

He pulled away, pacing around the kitchen and rambling.

"No, it's not really okay! We could be found at any minute. Merlin, I shouldn't have- dragging you into this! How could I have been so stupid-"

I walked around the kitchen island and gripped his arms again. He clung to me like a life preserve. Like without me he'd drowned.

"Sirius, listen to me.I choose this, I choose to come here and raise Harry with you. We are not leaving, they are not going to find us, and you are never EVER going back there. Okay?"

Padfoot stared up at me with wide eyes, drinking me in like it was the first time he'd ever seen me. The world stopped in that moment. Just me and him, holding each other as the world closed in around us.

And then we were kissing. Kissing like his lips were water in the middle of the desert. My hand snaked up to thread itself in his wild black hair, the other wrapped around his shoulder. He tasted wonderful, like cigarettes smoke and peaches and something else just Sirius.

We fell apart, panting for air. He looked perfect, lips slightly swollen, eyes hazy and filled with untouched happiness. Then my brain caught up to my heart and everything came crash to a halt.

"We can't-"

"Oh yes we can."

Sirius had a desperately look on his face as he leaned in again, a look that made my knees weak like we were back in 7th year again. This kiss was slower, like savoring the last bite of a decadent pudding. I gripped the counter again, leaning him slightly towards the table.

Breaking apart once more, I stumbled back. The spell definitely broken.

"Sirius, no, we can't. Not-not after... we can't." He followed me, catching my hand as I turned to flee.

"Please Remus..." Sirius looked so desperate, so needy. Like I was the air he breathed. I was hyperventilating as he stepped closer.

"I can't just keep doing this." He whispered pleadingly, wrapping his fingers more securely around my wrist.

"Doing what?" I croaked, unblinking slate boring into him.

"Doing this!" Sirius gestured around wildly. "Tiptoeing around each other! Pretending that whatever THIS is doesn't exist!"

I tried to argue. "Sirius, there is nothing-"

"Nothing! Remus Lupin how dare you! How can you possibly say there is nothing when I have loved you since before I even knew what love was. When I loved you and it tortured and mocked me in that HELL HOLE for 6 YEARS!"

His voice shook as he poured his heart out, cheeks red and eyes filling with tears. Sirius hadn't cried since we got here, not once. I began to shake too.

Apparently that was the wrong thing to do because Sirius just...broke. His eyes dulled and he stopped ranting, tears overflowing down his cheeks.

"So that's it. You've got nothing to say?!" Those beautiful grey eyes replaced sadnesses with anger as they hardened.

"Sirius-" I tried, but he was turning away, letting go of my wrist.

"No! Let go of my!" He yelled as I held tightly to his hand.

I couldn't let this happen, let him slip through my fingers. "Sirius wait-"

He turned back around, reared back, and slapped me. I saw it coming, like it happened in slow motion. I could have dodged, could have fought back, but I didn't. The terrible look on Sirius's face stopped me.

There was nothing but pain. Pure, horrible terrible pain. Pain that I caused. Pain that I could never take back. I'd screwed it. I'd fucked it all up.

My eyes watered as the blow hit, so strong I fell to the floor. I let my tears flow, but not because it hurt. I could deal with hurt, with pain. I'd been doing that my whole life.

No, I sat there and cried as the overwhelming reality of losing Sirius rushed over me. I'd lost him, again, and it was all my fault.

Now he was stumbling backwards, hand clapped over his mouth as he stared down at me. Then Sirius ran, leaving me shocked and horrified on the kitchen floor as he flees upstairs.

Duh Duh Duh!

Ya, that just happened. Is this the end? We shall see!