Werewolf's Territory
Wild: Well, I am probably going to be pulling an extreme all-nighter! I've got at least three stories that I need to update on, this one included!
Aiya: And I'm not even getting to bash her on the head cause she got good reviews! Blasted!
Wild: anyway, I'm glad I'm getting good turn-outs with this story, and I'll be doing another story for a different movie tonight if anyone is interested; it's for the movie Centurion (if you're interested)
Aiya: Back on subject! Please R&R! And Happy Holy Week & Easter!
III
He's changed so much, far more than I could ever have imagined, Remus thought as he and Harry both assisted Sirius down the hallways of St. Mugo's. He flinched and froze like a deer in headlights every time that he heard a sound.
His eyes grew wide and the hair on his body stood up at attention. He repeated this over and over, but Remus did not care. The fact that Sirius was coming back with Harry and him brought him happiness.
He looked sideways at Harry and smiled, receiving one of equal love in return. Yet even as he saw the love, he saw that flicker of anxiety in those bright green depths. He linked their hands together behind Sirius, guiding him along but also providing comfort for each other.
Remus turned his gaze back to Sirius' hunched over back and cautious eyes. Padfoot had truly changed, and now, with him in such a state of mind, Harry and him would have to become not the protected, but the protectors.
Sirius is going to have to adapt back into society. With the way the Wizard Wars were, he probably can't imagine a place without wars bursting up around him, Remus thought as he kindly rubbed Sirius' back, stilling when the man stiffened.
"Sorry, Padfoot," he whispered. He didn't only mean just being sorry for frightening the poor animagus. He was apologizing for everything. He was apologizing for leaving Sirius, for giving up and moving on, and for leaving him behind in his life.
Sirius looked up at Remus then smiled, clenching his hand then reaching out to touch Harry's, holding it to. He gathered them close to him then said, "Tell me about the world outside…I want to know about what happened…how everything has changed."
Remus and Harry both looked at him with gentle smiles and gathered him closer. McGonagall, Ron, and Hermione admired the way the three interacted. McGonagall was joyous in the way the two had brought back her dear Black student.
The Animagus was timid and cautious, but McGonagall could still sense the liveliness just waiting to burst forward. And it was starting to appear by the way Sirius seemed so curious. As a student, he had been a classic trickster, jokester, and very curious about everything.
"It's a very nice world to live in with Voldemort gone, Sirius," Harry whispered. "Everything is beautiful. The sun never refuses to shine, even on the darkest of days; the grass no longer burns and turns green; the sky as blue as the Pacific Ocean. The world changes like it should, and everything is so…"
"Perfect," Sirius whispered, finishing his sentence for him. They both gazed at him as his eyes gazed off into the distance. They could almost imagine how he must feel, what he must be thinking, and what he could be imagining. "It sounds absolutely – perfect."
They smiled and as the door opened to the St. Mugo's Hospital, the bright sunlight poured in. Sirius quickly blocked his eyes for a split second, yet he could not turn away from the beauty. He stared around in desire and astonishment. Everything was covered in snow, yet the sun still shimmered high in the azure sky. Sirius released their hands, and they groped at thin air.
He stumbled forward and gazed at it all while the Head Nurse ran forward.
"Mr. Black, please put on a coat! It is far too cold for you to be wearing only a shirt and pants! Mr. Black!" she cried out, hustling to get him situated into a heavy fur coat while he was trying to run ahead, trying to adventure through everything of this new, war-free world. "Mr. Black!"
"Uh, we can handle that," Harry said, plucking it right from her grasp and striding forward. Remus followed, tugging on his own coat and pulling Harry and his brooms with him. He tipped his head courteously to the Head Nurse as he followed his two mates. Harry coaxed Sirius into putting on the coat and walking along with their arms around the other, firmly holding the other by the shoulder.
"Good day to you," McGonagall said, walking by with her prim and proper broom and dress billowing after her. Hermione and Ron also followed, pulling on their lush coats and seating themselves onto their brooms.
"Shouldn't we say goodbye?" Hermione asked, looking at her husband, and the father of her beloved children. He smiled and her and hugged her close, kissing her on the forehead then the lips.
"No…I say let them be alone. They need to adapt to this themselves. There isn't much we can do except provide for them whenever we can," Ron said. She nodded, accepting the brief answer, and knowing she wouldn't get a much better one. They both kicked off with their feet and rose into the air, weaving through the open sky until they disappeared into the clouds overhead, crying out goodbyes to the completed trio.
III
Sirius stared in amazement as Remus and Harry led him through the small town surrounding St. Mugo's. He had already been through the town before in his lifetime, yet he saw it in a whole new light.
He stared at it all, stopping at every house, every turn, every corner, and every sign to reread, to look it over again, or to simply stare. He took it all in with complete concentration, observation, and curiosity. The old gleam came back to his eyes. He didn't even flinch when children ran by, when the bells of a church rung loudly all around them.
He looked from the house he'd stopped at to gaze at the bright sun. he stared at it, unblinking for as long as he possibly could. He never wanted to look away; he wouldn't have if only it wouldn't blind him permanently. And slowly, his gaze traveled to Remus and Harry.
He stared at them like he had only seen them for the first time. He examined them both with immediate care.
Harry had grown much bigger since he last saw him. He had grown a bit taller, evened out, maybe even got some muscle while he was gone. His green eyes had not lost any of their former shine, and his hair was still as black as ebony. He no longer wore glasses, or at least from the time he had seen him; which of course, had not been long.
His gaze slid to Remus, his dear Moony. The werewolf had not changed all that much. He had shaved off his mustache. He had possibly grown just a fraction taller, yet nothing else seemed to have changed. Perhaps his taste in fashion? Sirius smiled and he held out his arms. They both blinked at him before striding forward to engulf him in a warm hug.
"I missed you two," he whispered in their ears. They both smiled at each other and hugged in affirmation to convey their own feelings. Then he let out a small chuckle, drawing both their attention. "You know…I think I miss Remus' beef stew too."
They all laughed out loud as Sirius smiled at them both, then at the two broomsticks. He cocked his head and looked at them in confusion. They both stared at the broomsticks until it clicked n their minds. They hadn't even thought to bring Sirius a broomstick to fly on.
"you'll have to fly with one of us," Harry said, and Sirius looked torn. He looked at them both before he looked at Remus. The werewolf smiled and held out his hand to his old friend.
"I'll fly him back, Harry. You fly on ahead and get some rest. You look very tired, and after our rough time this morning, you could use a little extra sleep before supper," Remus said, leaning forward to kiss Harry on the cheek, but to make it look like he was whispering something in Harry's ear.
Remus was still cautious as to what Sirius would think when he heard of Harry and his mating. It was very uncommon for a werewolf to have two mates, and even harder to maintain the balance in the small pack.
Sirius smiled at Remus and stood beside him, sticking very close. Harry nodded and boarded his broomstick with caution and uneasy slowness before taking flight, casting one nervous glance over his shoulder. He was concerned for both his uncle and for Remus, but he was mostly afraid of what could happen.
He gulped and disappeared into the sky, flying home ahead of the other two.
Remus and Sirius stood on the ground before Sirius looked at Remus, and before the werewolf could comprehend anything, Sirius had engulfed him in the biggest bear hug known to man, wizard, or beast. Remus was astounded at this and slowly returned the hug, burrowing his nose into the crook of Sirius' neck, inhaling deeply.
Sirius chuckled and said, "you're nose if cold, Moony."
"And your neck is warm, Padfoot."
"Hn," he got in answer to his words, and Remus' face fell.
"Sirius?"
"Yeah, moony?" Sirius asked, pulling back to look at Remus curiously. The werewolf was smiling faintly and he slowly leaned forward to touch their foreheads together. Sirius blinked rapidly, not sure what he was trying to do. He shivered, not sure if it was from his nerves, the cold, or possibly from the touch.
"I missed you a lot," he whispered and cautiously leaned forward to kiss Sirius' nose. Sirius flinched slightly at the contact and he looked at Remus. Remus pulled back immediately and looked confused. "What? Do you not like me anymore, Padfoot?"
Sirius looked at Remus before whispering, looking away immediately, "Aren't you and Harry…?"
Remus' eyes widened. Sirius had already noticed? But he and Harry had been doing so well with hiding their secret! How could Sirius have figured it out in such a small amount of time? Was it that obvious that Harry and he were lovers? Mates?
"How did you-?"
"I can see it in the way you look at each other, Remus," Sirius said, and Remus knew he was serious. It was usually a serious or awkward moment when the
Animagus used his first name instead of Moony. "I don't mind, Remus; I just noticed and thought that I shouldn't interfere…maybe me deciding to come to stay with you guys was a bad idea. I'll be interrupting-!"
Moony went onto high alert inside Remus' head, hearing these idiotic words spilling from Sirius' mouth. Such words! Such nonsense about letting their mate leave after so long of being separated did not set well with the overly protective, obsessive werewolf.
"No! You won't be leaving, Padfoot!" Remus snapped instantly, grasping Sirius by the forearms. Sirius flinched and cowered, bowing his head in fear and tilting his neck in submission. Apparently his dog instincts were still intact, but it made Remus worried at scared at how forceful he was. He quickly withdrew his hand, and instead gingerly held Sirius' hand in his own, brushing the knuckles with his fingertips. "Sirius, I don't want you to leave…I won't let you. You just got back to me, and I won't let you go now. Even if Harry and I are together, I want you to stay with us."
Sirius stared at Remus with surprise before timidly nodding. He allowed Remus to pick him up and place him on the broomstick, and reveled in the feel of the air rushing through his mane again.
It was the best feeling in the world to Sirius. And just having Remus there made it all the better. Even if he knew that he'd most likely have to leave Remus to let him live in happiness. After all, the happiness of being welcomed could only last so long.
III
Harry landed safely with the Invisibility Cloak shielding him from any human's vision. He propelled himself beautifully and gracefully, descending down into the depths of his home, shedding some of his clothing on the way to the bed.
He crawled into it and cradled one of Remus' pillows close to his face, inhaling the scent of Remus, Moony, their lovemaking, and everything that screamed they were together; everything that screamed and yelled that they were mates.
Would Sirius become part of their little world? Harry thought about his uncle, and the way that he acted currently and in the past. Sirius had endured much, and it definitely showed in his movements and temperament. Harry missed the fun uncle that he'd had before Sirius Black disappeared into the Veil.
He had been cheerful, joyful, brave, courageous, unrelenting, and would fight to the death to protect anyone or anything he believed in or loved. Now, it seemed as if he still had that iron will; however, it was buried deep beneath the surface, not allowed to bubble to the top for even a second.
He had changed from bold to timid, courageous to scared as a child in a thunderstorm.
Harry closed his eyes tightly, trying to imagine the three of them together. The image that began to form itself was a tough one, hard to see like trying to see something through a dirty windshield. Yet even then, it was still as clear as a newly polished glass.
Harry began confusing himself with his logic, and scoffed at how even though he acted so adult, he was just like a kid. He was frightened, was very self-aware, self-conscious, and easy to give up.
Can I really pull through something like this? Can Remus? Can Sirius? Sirius is in a bad condition already, I'm here weeping tears over myself and wallowing in self-pity, and Remus is just trying to hold us all together…please, dear God or whoever created this place called Earth…please, please don't take them away.
As Harry's prayer slowed down into his drawl into sleep, he dreamt of a time when Sirius, Remus, and him were all together, all in their own world where they didn't have to worry about any danger or about the others getting hurt.
It was a perfect world that could only be ruined by memories or by arising enemies coming slowly to power close by.
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Wild: Well everyone, there is my third chapter! I hope it lives up to what you hoped. I'm not sure how much I'll be able to update as Easter is coming up, and I have family here. Plus I still have one or two stories I have to update for.
Aiya: Yeah, she has like four others she tried to do, and one that she hasn't updated for at least two or three weeks! Bad kat! I strike thee in the name of Dumbledore! *waves hand in one hand and club in the other*
Wild: Nooooo! Review and save me peeps! She's gonna murder me!
Aiya: See ya later kat! In the next life!
