Thank you all who reveiwed. I love you all and Im glad you're enjoying this as much as I am. I had this idea since last summer when I was working at the stable I ride at and I thought it would be too cute for words, so im really happy you like it.

Three days later was the night that Remus wouldnt allow The Prince to come see him. It was a chilly mid-december evening and the very first snow fall of the season and, Sirius noted as he looked out his window, it was a full moon.

again.

He noticed that last month too...and the month befor that...But it had never really occured to him to consider it strange. A cooincidence perhaps, but nothing more. It was very late at night. The rest of the family was asleep, he figured, since it was so hushed in the castle. Not a sound...James was out with the maiden of his dreams, Lady Lily Evans, who until this point dispised both James Potter and Prince Sirius. Sirius was curious as to why she had suddenly given up her hatred for what seemed to be blossoming into a loving relationship between his best friend and herself.

With James out for the night, Sirius was getting rather bored by himself. That happens a lot when you live in a huge castle. There's not nearly as much to do as it woud seem. Sirius stood from his perch on the window seat and left his room to take a walk.

He walked silently down the dark, gloomy corridors, avoiding the eyes of his ancestor's peircing gazes on the portraits on the high walls. They made him feel exposed some how. Like they knew he wasnt like the rest of the family, and they didnt approve. Especially the one of his great great grandfather, thankfully asleep in his frame right now. Though that was the only portrait that bothered speaking a word to the prince, he'd rather none of them speak to him at all. He hated them as much as he hated his living family members...maybe even more.

The Next Morning, Sirius woke up bright and early and grabbed his cloak. Glancing out the window he could see that the entire grounds of the kingdome were covered with the freshly fallen snow. It must be cold out there, he thought as he left his room and headed down the corridors to leave the warmth of the castle, he hoped Remus wasnt too cold out in the barn.

Once he was outside, he pulled his cloak tighter around him. Freezing, of course. It was so quiet on the grounds and all his could hear was the Crunch of the snow under him. Somehow...it made him feel uneasy.

He walked faster. Something in his mind was telling him to hurry but hedidnt know what it was and it was making him so unnerved and--

He paused, staring out at to what other people would think was a mound of snow. There wasnt a sound. Just wind. Nothingness. Sirius felt his heart sink and he ran to whatever it was in the snow.

Remus lay there unconcious, naked and frozen. Sirius dropped to his knees next to the boy and felt for his pulse. He was alive. Barely.

"Remus! Wake up!" When he got no response, he took off his cloak without hesitation and carefully picked the other boy up off the frozen ground and wrapped the cloak around him. Remus made a noise but did not wake. He was bleeding from one of the re-opened scars that Sirius somehow hadnt noticed that night in the barn. He had been to preoccupied in their activities to notice the wounds that covered his lover's body.

He carried Remus back to the castle and to his quarters where he gently laid him on the bed and covered him with three blankets and a warming charm. He summoned his house elf, Twinkle, and told her to make a fire in the fireplace and to bring him some hot tea and soup, quickly. She was a very sweet young elf and Sirius liked her quite a lot, but she tended to be somewhat forgetfull, so sirius told her several times what to bring him. Thankfully she did the job well and returned only minutes later.

"Thank you Twinkle. Now the other thing I need to ask of you is to keep my parents and brother away from here until I say, is that understood? And if you see James, tell him I need him here, now."

"Yes his highness, sir.'' The elf gave a low curtsy and hurried from the room.

About a half an hour later James came into the room "Sirius what--" he looked at the bed. "Sirius, please. I dont need to see whatever it is you two have been--"

"I found him, James. Outside. He was half frozen. He hasnt woken since or shown any sign that he will...His heart beats and he's breathing...but he sleeps.''

James was silent.

"He has scars littering his body...everywhere...and he never lets me see him on the full moon...And...well...I fear that he may be a--"

"Have you checked for a number?"

All werewolves had to get an ID number tatooed on the back of their necks when they were bitten.

"I'm afraid to.'' Sirius was honest.

"Do you want me to?"

"Not until he wakes. I want to hear it from him. I want him to tell me the truth.''

"And if he is a werewolf? What then?"

"What do you mean?" Sirius asked.

"What of your love then?"

"...Then I love him, still.''

TBC