Disclaimer: Don't own Potter…


A/N: This story takes place after the Goblet of Fire. Also, a small warning, this story is not going to support Dumbledore and it is not going to support Voldemort.


"Sirius? Sirius! Oh no, no, no, no, no, no! Come on Sirius, come on, wake up. Oh Padfoot, please! Please, please, please! Open your eyes. Come on, wake up! This isn't happening, no, this can't be happening. You're going to be okay, you're going to be okay…"

Sirius had been listening to this voice, Remus' voice, for what seemed hours, and he desperately wanted to respond. He couldn't though. His body felt like it had just been shot by a stunner, no amount of willing would get him to move. He could only wait.

"I gave you lots of potions and pain relievers, you're going to be fine…"

From what the escaped Azkaban prisoner could tell was that he was currently laying on a bed, or a couch. He could stretch neither his arms nor legs to see how big the surface was. He didn't care though, it was much more comfortable then the earth ground that he woke up on. Thinking of all those rocks and twigs that engraved their shapes into his back, he immediately appreciated the soft, silky cushion underneath him.

"There isn't anything to worry about…"

Of course, though, he wasn't sure where he was. He had no idea as to what house or city he was in. Remus was here, though, and he wasn't lying on some hard cell floor, so he wasn't too concerned about being among the enemies.

"You're going to be okay," Remus continued.

Sirius waited for the voice to go on, but it never came. His heart beat started to grow faster as he grew anxious. Why had Remus stopped? Was something wrong? Did something happen to him?

Then Sirius scolded himself for worrying so much. Remus probably left to get a drink of water, or use the bathroom, or something along those lines.

Only he didn't want the voice to go away…

Mentally, he tried playing Moony's voice over in his head, like a record player.

"You'll be okay, Sirius," Remus' voice echoed in his head.

Sirius could only hope he was right.


Remus was currently sitting on an old wooden chair which had a very hard, uncomfortable back. He had been sitting in this chair for five and a half hours in a room that had the heat turned up so high it was making him sweat. He had had nothing to eat since yesterday afternoon, and he was currently recovering from last night.

Last night he was with a large group of fellow werewolves, who were all leaning towards helping Voldemort in the war. He had to gather information, like a spy. It was a mission he had been given by the Order Of The Phoenix, a light sided group. Remus knew he had to do his part, and since he was the only part man, part wolf only he could blend in with the other werewolves, but he couldn't help feel a small amount of resentment towards Albus for making him do this.

The man didn't understand how violent and powerful these werewolves were. He didn't know that Remus was forced to do horrible tasks just so these people would let him stay in their underground hid-out. Albus Dumbledore just didn't understand how many sacrifices Remus had to make.

The old werewolf sighed as he put his head in his hands, ignoring the cracking sound of bones in his neck. He was sick of all of it.

Sick of war.

Sick of fighting.

Sick of having to be suspicious.

Sick of hiding.

Sick of worrying about others.

Sick of having to worry about others.

Sick of the horrible tasting wolfsbane potion.

Sick of being tired.

Sick of being sick.

Shaking his head, trying to rid these thoughts from his mind, the old Hogwarts professor turned his gaze to the person lying on his bed.

This person was the reason why he continued to sit in a back breaking chair. Why he turned the temperature up to a warm degree, trying to break the person's fever. Why he hadn't left to get food for himself.

Remus Lupin quietly suffered for Sirius Black.

His suffering, though, wasn't just from lack of nutrition, or comfort. No, Remus didn't just suffer for Sirius, he suffered because of Sirius. Seeing the still form of Sirius made Remus cry out in pain. After seeing his wounds, and cleaning them, Remus thought he would vomit from his own grief.

He had spent hours chanting to himself out loud that Sirius would be fine. Though soon his voice grew horse, and he stopped the chanting, only to continue it silently in his head.

He was concerned.

He had saw Sirius' shoulder wound, and after cleaning the blood away, he froze out of fear. He recognized that bite, he had close to matching one on his calf.

Sirius had been bitten by a wolf.

A werewolf.

You could tell it wasn't just a normal wolf because of the deepness each tooth sunk into the skin, and how far apart each tooth was placed. A regular wolf's bite mark wouldn't be so deep, and so large. Not to mention it was a full moon last night, and Remus knew that one group of werewolves, who were not in the underground cavern, were in the area of where he had found Sirius late that morning.

He didn't know why Sirius was there, however he suspected it had to do with Sirius' own mission for the Order. He would have to ask Siri-

A groan broke through his thoughts.

His dark brown eyes widened in hope and suspense as Sirius started to move, for the first time since Remus found him.

Haunted grey eyes snapped open looking right at Remus.


"Are you okay? Do you need water? Food? What hurts?" Remus started rambling.

Rolling his eyes Sirius responded, "Calm down Remus. I'm okay, although very confused. How did I get here? Why does my shoulder hurt so much?" He tried getting up, but fell back down when he moved his shoulder into a painful spot.

Ignoring the questions Remus placed a hand on Sirius' head and said, "Well at least your fever has gone down."

"I had a fever?"

"Yes," Remus said, seriously. "Do you need anything?"

"Water?"

"Sure, I'll be right back."

True to his word, Remus returned moments later holding a cold glass of water, which Sirius drained immediately.

"How did I get here?" Sirius broke the silence.

"Well, I knew you were up in north region of Wales. When you didn't show up the next morning I asked Albus where you were. He showed me a photograph so I could apparate to the region you were in. I wasn't to concerned, but I still wanted to make sure you weren't in any trouble. Later I found you, bleeding, on the forest ground." Remus looked away. "It was a good thing I came to find you."

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows at this. Bleeding on the forest ground?

"Sirius?" Remus asked.

Yawning he responded, "Yeah, Moony?"

"Do you…remember what happened last night?"

Narrowing his eyes in thought, he attempted to remember the events of the previous night.

"I think…?" Sirius replied remembering bits and pieces, which didn't add up to a sensible explanation.

Remus patiently waited.

"Well, I was on a mission for the Order. I was looking for the centaurs up in the Wales to try and negotiate a truths with them. You know try to get them and join the light side. They said they would have to consider it, and that I should come back in a month or so. It was a good assignment for me because they live, of course, away from all humans so I didn't have to worry about people spotting 'the murderer Sirius Black.'"

Remus was nodding his head, encouraging Sirius to go on.

"Then I remember starting home. I wasn't going to just apparate near the centaurs, you can never tell what's going to tick them off. I was just going to walk a little deeper into the woods, but then I felt different all the sudden…"

"What?" A confused Remus asked.

"I didn't know it at that time, but I had walked into a place with wards surrounding it." He looked up to see Remus' expression, which surprisingly looked calm. Sirius continued, "I just ignored the feeling and walked further in, getting ready to apparate back to London. When I tried this, and nothing happened, I began to grow a little nervous. At first I thought something was wrong with me, but then I remembered the feeling and knew I had entered wards.

"I was puzzled, obviously. Why were there wards set up along here? What was the purpose? Then, though, when I started listing all the possibilities I began to run, trying to leave the warded area. I was most likely in danger, and I had to get out.

"That's where the memory fads." Sirius frowned. "I remember running, and feeling this overwhelming pain, and nothing else."

"Nothing Sirius? Are you sure?"

"I t-think so. Why? Do you know anything?"

"Sirius…" Remus bit his lip, which wasn't a good sign for Sirius. "That wound on your shoulder, it's, well-"

"It can't be that bad, can it?" He laughed uneasily.

Remus scratched the back of his neck nervously. "It's a bite mark."

"A bite mark? That doesn't sound so-" He stopped in mid sentence. Small fragments of his memory came back.

A large, brown wolf chasing him through a forest.

Amber eyes threatening him.

Teeth ripping his skin, blood pouring out.

Pain.

Molecules and cells, each bursting and changing.

Darkness.

"Sirius? Are you, okay?" Remus spoke.

"I-I'm a, a w-werewolf?" He finally managed to say.

"Yes." Remus' tone was comforting, but official.

"W-who was it?" Sirius asked, not really wanting to know.

"Who was what, Sirius?"

"That bit me." He said, his eyes closed. "Who turned me?"

"I'm not entirely sure-"

"You don't know anything?! But you are a werewolf! You were with a bunch of them last night! Can't you smell their scent on me or something?"

Remus' eyes flashed amber for a brief second before turning to their normal shade of brown.

Sirius noticed this and tried to gain some self control. "I'm sorry Moony, I'm just…so confused!"

Remus gave him a knowing look, having been through this before.

"Well," Remus said. "As I was saying before, I don't know who bit you, however I have an idea as to what pack the wolf belonged to."

Sirius hesitated. "Who?" He gulped.

"I'm quite sure it was a member of Stirling's pack."

"Who?" This time his voice was filled with confusion. "I've heard of a lot of werewolves, but I never heard of Stirling."

"You may have never heard of him, but many others have. He and his pack get around."

"Why do you think one of them bite me?"

"Well there are a lot of possibilities. They might have lost control, or maybe they meant to hunt you, or-"

"No Remus. I mean, why do you think it is one of them. Why that pack?"

"Oh," Remus began. "Well first off, I was with a group of werewolves last night. That's my job for the Order. I was talking with some people, before the full moon that is, and they were talking about a couple groups who weren't with the cavern. Some of the groups were making their way towards the underground cave, however Stirling's pack wasn't. They said they weren't going to pick sides, at least not yet. I asked where they currently were. Wales was my answer."

"What if they were wrong though? What if Stirling's pack wasn't the only pack in the northern region of Wales?"

"Like I said, Sirius, I don't exactly know. That's all the information we have, so we can only assume."

A couple minutes passed as Remus left to get some ice for Sirius and his cut up shoulder.

"So Stirling's pack isn't picking sides." Sirius asked as Remus came back and handed him some ice. "Are they not siding with Voldemort then? Since they weren't with all the other werewolves who are siding with him?"

"I don't know," Remus sighed. "They might just stay neutral."

"What makes them want to do that? I mean, they must prefer a side…right?" Sirius moved the ice off his shoulder and onto his knee, which held a nasty scrape. "I mean, even if they don't like either sides you would think they would at least want protection. Even if they are neutral they could end up in the middle of a battle, both sides attacking them."

"There are at least twenty of them, Padfoot. They could keep up in a fight fairly well, not that it's likely they will even end up in one."

"Still, though…" Sirius grumbled.

Remus sighed again. "They just aren't the kind of people who would want protection, or be expected to fight. Also, the pack Alpha thinks very high of himself; he isn't the kind of person who would follow another, even if it meant endangering his pack. I would know; I've met him a few times. He thinks he can do everything himself, he thinks he can win every fight." Remus shook his head. "And they travel a lot to. They wouldn't want to be positioned in one spot, which is what Voldemort and Albus would."

"They really don't care who wins though? It will effect their lives in the future, wouldn't they want to fight and stand up for what they want?" Sirius asked Remus, not wanting to give up on this topic just yet.

"Well what side is better for them? The light side treats werewolves like prisoners. They can't have jobs, they can't live in society, they can't have equal rights…And Voldemort just wants them so they can fight, he wants to control them. Also, if Voldemort won the war, who says he would keep his word on protecting werewolves?"

Silence.

"I never thought of it that way," Sirius finally responded. "I hate this war!" Then he let out a frustrated growl.

Remus cracked a smile. "You know that growl sounds much more different then 'Padfoot's ' growl."

Sirius looked up at Remus, confusion filling his eyes for a brief second before he smiled to. "You know I have way too much dog in me."

"Pardon? Too much 'dog' in you?" Remus asked, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah. You know, what with me having an animagus form of a dog and now being a werewolf! You think there's a limit?"

"I think," Remus said, rolling his eyes, "That you need more rest. How is that shoulder coming?"

Remus got up and sat down next to the new werewolf. "It still looks swollen, how does it feel?"

"Fine, Moony," Sirius answered, turning his gaze to Remus.

"It needs ice…" Remus started to say, looking up at Sirius.

Noses inches apart, the two werewolves stared at each other. Sirius looking into deep brown eyes, Remus looking into grey.

"I, er, should get that ice…" Remus said, looking away with a slight blush on his cheeks.

Sirius coughed nervously. "Yeah, ice, of course."

Avoiding eye contact Remus started to leave, Sirius watching him go.


A/N: This was definitely a boring chapter. I'm sorry for not having more…

The slash will get heavier, trust me. I really don't want to rush the story though, and it just wouldn't be realistic to have Remus and Sirius jump right into a romantic/serious relationship.