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Authors note: Wolfstar, if you don't like it, don't read it. Takes place in the early hours of the morning the day after Voldemort returns in book 4. I have proof read this, but some mistakes may have slipped through. If you spot any, please let me know. Chapter 2 should be up in the next week or so. The rating is just to be safe for now, but it may change later.
A scarred hand sat the steaming mug down in front of him. Remus had made tea. Remus always made tea when he needed something to do with his hands.
"Sirius, what the hell happened?"
He already explained once.
Remus answered the door with his wand at the ready, nobody could open the front door at 2 am without some sort of protection, especially in a neighbourhood like this. At first he thought there was nobody, but then a large black dog forced its way inside. By the time he had slammed the door shut and turned around, the dog had disappeared, a ragged looking man standing in its place.
"Sirius, what are you doing here? What happened? Is Harry alright? Did something happen at Hogwarts?"
Sirius held up a hand to stem the flow of questions.
"He's back, Remus, Voldemort is back. Harry saw everything. The cup was a portkey. The Diggory boy is dead."
Remus had simply stared at him, his wand still in his hand.
"He's back, Remus."
Sirius took a sip of the steaming liquid and set about explaining again, this time with more details. He told the other man about Crouch and Moody, about the portkey that took Harry and the other boy to an unknown cemetery, the rat that had betrayed them all...
He told Remus about the the wands, explained again about the twin cores, about the Priori Incantatem. His voice finally broke when he talked about Lily and James, but he forced himself to go on. He spoke about the events in the hospital wing and the fact that the ministry wasn't going to do anything, finally about the instructions Dumbledore had given, about the order coming together again.
When he finished his story he looked at Remus again. The werewolf stared at him for a moment and then a lowered his face into his hands. Sirius wanted nothing more than to take the other man into his arms, to hold him and whisper words of comfort into his ear, but he couldn't. Too much time had passed, too many things had changed. Nothing would ever be the same again.