A/N: I guess this really is turning into a Remus/Charlie as well. I'll have to make Sirius do something about it next chapter…

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Harry had had enough. He had enough of all that he always went through in his short, eventful life. He was just so tired. Tired in a way that even tears were no longer falling from his eyes. No longer could he clutch at the sheets of his bed — he didn't have the strength to do so. Emptiness overtook him, and it was the best he felt in ages! Simple emptiness. The gryffindor was currently sitting by the large window in the dorm, looking at the early morning still dark sky, a tinge of orange barely visible in the eastern horizon.

"You are not going to jump, are you?" a voice; a girl's voice echoed through the room. It had a strange feeling to it, reminding the green-eyed teen of a disillusionment charm, waves of ice hitting him with every other vowel. However, he could take comfort too in the voice, almost recognisable. So he turned around to meet his uninvited visitor...

And gasped. Surely that couldn't be her. What would she be doing at Hogwarts, after all. How was she able to... to... well, turn into a ghost !

"Well, Harry, I must say you look like you've seen a ghost," Sarah said, mock seriously. "Oh, yeah, I guess you have!" Harry couldn't help but laugh, albeit reluctantly and only a little.

"How?" he asked. "I mean–"

"I know what you mean, Har," his old friend cut him, and he smiled, because she was the only one who called him Har. He could still remember the day, so many years ago, when she asked 'May I call you Har?' and all he could do was turn his head to point at Dudley's friends, glaring daggers at her. 'Never mind them,' she had said. 'They just don't like you 'cause if you collapse they can't sell you to a soap factory!' Every time they got together they would laugh at the joke. "I– Well, I didn't die on a boat accident," Harry gasped, but she moved on, "actually, I had never seen a boat before I died.

"What happened is that I got sick. Leukaemia. Muggles didn't have any treatment for that. My mother, however, was a witch, so she took me to St. Mungos, introduced me to the magical world. Unfortunately, they couldn't cure me either. When she took me here, for a tour of her old school, I met the ghosts and decided I would stay in this world as one, so I could find out everything about magic," she continued.

"I have been watching you, you know? I am so proud of what you've done! But that stupid Bloody Baron wouldn't let me talk to you. That is," she opened up a smile, " until I told him that if he kept annoying me I would create havoc in the dungeons, including Oily's office."

Harry laughed heartily. "Oily? I liked that! I guess we could sell him to a soap factory, as well," he said, making them both chuckle. "I'm glad you're here."

"I'm glad I'm here too. Now, tell me what's going on!" she demanded.

"Guess I'd better start at the beginning," Harry commenced. "Have you heard of a certain Sirius Black? No? Well, he's my godfather..."

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By the time Remus and Charlie reached the floor of the Griffyndor's common room, the red-head was panting, as well as cursing Remus for not even breaking a sweat. It was very unflattering for him, as the younger lover, to be flushed and sweating for climbing some thousand steps (at least it felt like it) while the older man seemed unaffected, werewolf or not werewolf.

Right in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, Dumbledore was patiently waiting for them. He waited for the couple to reach him before acknowledging them. "Remus, Charlie," he nodded towards the men. "You are here to see Harry, I presume."

"We were hoping to, Albus," Remus answered, for Charlie was still catching his breath. "I know it's not usual for students to be allowed visits, but–"

"It's no problem at all, my friend," the headmaster cut him, patting him on the shoulder. "However, I believe Harry has a visitor already."

Charlie, still panting a bit asked, "Who?" but the old man simply held out his open hand to silence him.

"Please," he continued, "do not interrupt their conversation. I feel it's one that will help Harry tremendously." Seeing the obvious confusion of the younger men, he added, "I have these two extensible ears from the twins here with me, however, if you want to eavesdrop."

However, if Dumbledore thought that would lighten the mood, this was one of those few occasions where he was sorely mistaken. Remus almost growled at him, and Charlie had his fists balled. "Well, I suppose you are right. This is quite intrusive in his privacy. Let's just ignore this and the fact that I was joking, shall we?" He turn to leave but halted as he remembered something. "Oh, yes! The password is Horntail. Good evening."

Both men just nodded at him and entered the common room, Remus stomping at the stones at his feet.

"Remus," Charlie called, tentatively. "I– You're not so OK with what happened, are you?" he asked, looking down.

The werewolf, seeing this, quickly reached Charlie's side and lifted his chin, so that he could lean his forehead against his lover's. "I'm sorry. I really didn't think I was this angry. But it's mostly at your brothers," he confessed.

The Weasley made a move to sit down at a large armchair, but Remus stopped him and sat there first, spreading his legs so that his lover could sit between them. When he did, a lean arm wrapped around his broad chest. Charlie hummed happily, feeling the werewolf, his werewolf, breathing deeply behind him, the flat chest moving up and down. "Don't worry Remus," he said, as the man behind him started to tangle his fingers in the silky red hair. "We; Harry and I, I mean; taught them a lesson they won't forget. And when they do, they just have to look in a mirror to remember," the man said, chuckling.

"Excuse me?" Remus said, puzzled.

"Err– Well, it was Harry's idea, really. The preparations aren't important, so I'll just..." Charlie moved his hands in a 'move along' gesture, so Remus just nodded. "We gave them boils that spell 'Courtesy of Harry and Charlie'."

Remus looked at him, half impressed, half amused. "Where?"

"At their house, we just sneaked in and…" he saw Remus exasperated look and continued, "and then I understood what you asked." Remus gave a deep chuckle that, in their position, reverberated in Charlie, making the younger man shiver. "Let's just say they are going to be needing lots of pillows to sit on."

When Charlie turned his head and looked up at Remus, he saw the pride glistening in them. "A true marauder, then," he said, dreamily. "Harry, I mean," he added. "Why, Mr. Weasley, I liked your revenge. I liked it an awful lot." The werewolf leaned in to soundly kiss his boyfriend.

Said boyfriend smiled smugly after they came up for– well, not for air, since they were breathing through their noses, but mostly because they would end up doing it in the middle of the gryffindor common room if they didn't. "Thanks, love. But don't call me Mr. Weasley again, it reminds me of my father. I love him to death, but his is not an image I like to have while kissing you."

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"Fuck this Sirius guy! You can do better," Sarah cried.

"You don't know that," Harry murmured back at her. "And believe me, I have absolutely no objections about fucking him," he laughed. It was nice being with his friend again. He didn't think he could have pulled that last one off with anybody else. He would simply die of embarrassment before.

Harry continued talking, not noticing that Remus opened the door to take a peak. "But, you know, I think I'm getting over the fact that I'll never be with Sirius," he said, dejectedly. "It's just…"

"I know," the ghost said. "It's this Remus person."

Harry nodded. "I really love him. Not like Sirius, mind you, but… He's family. And I'll loose him, now."

"Oh, Harry!" Both ghost and boy looked at Remus, startled, but he strode through the room and sat beside Harry. "You will never loose me! Fred and George, sure, they'll loose me. But not you. Never you," he said, earnestly putting a hand on Harry's shoulder.

However, when Harry's bright green eyes looked at him questioning him, almost disbelieving, he took the gryffindor in his arms and held him close, as the youth wrapped his arms around his torso.

"Took you long enough," Sarah said, and three chuckles echoed in the room.

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