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Authors note: Chapter 3. As you can see, I'm celebrating the end of my exams with updates and a brand new fic. As always, if you find any mistakes, please point them out to me and I will fix them.

So cold. James, he had to get to James and Lily. The rat. Voldemort knows. Harry, please, just not Harry. Why was it so cold? Please, just don't hurt them, let me be in time. James!

"Sirius? Sirius, be quiet, you'll wake the whole house up."

Let go of me! I have to get to them, please just let me go!

"Sirius, wake up, it's just a dream. Sirius!"

He struck out blindly, flesh making contact with flesh. His attacker let go immediately and he opened his eyes.

The sheets were wet. For a moment he thought he'd pissed himself, but it was sweat, it was dripping of of him like he just ran a marathon. Remus. He was standing a few feet away from the bed, one hand gingerly examining the left side of his face where a bright red mark still sat. Merlin, no...

"I'm sorry, Remus, I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry..."

He resisted the urge to get up, he couldn't risk the other man running away from him.

"It's alright, Sirius, I understand. Are you feeling better now?"

It wasn't alright, it would never be alright.

"Yeah, I'm ok, I'm sorry, it's... It's just... It's always the same, that night, James and Lily, that night in Godrics hollow... I tried to get to them, Remus, I knew what happened, I wanted to warn them, I wanted to help and I just... What if I just left a few minutes earlier? Could I have been in time? Do you think they would still be...?"

"Sirius, you can't blame yourself, it wasn't your fault, you did everything you could. There was no way you could have known Peter was working with Voldemort. He wanted them dead, Sirius, there was nothing any of us could have done."

"I should have seen the signs, Remus, I should have known something was wrong, that he was the spy. It was so obvious when you think about it, but I didn't notice anything. I thought it was you, just because-"

"It's over now, Sirius. I understand why you did the things you did. None of it matters now, we can't change what happened back then."

Remus moved from his spot in front of the fireplace for the first time and headed for the door. Sirius noticed that he hadn't bothered with a robe.

"I think we should try to get some sleep, we wouldn't want to risk the wrath of Molly Weasley if she finds us out of bed at this hour."

No! He didn't want to be alone, Remus couldn't leave him. If he left the nightmares would come back.

"Remus, wait!"

The other man paused with his fingers on the doorknob and turned back to the bed.

"Please stay here tonight, Remus. I don't want to be alone tonight."

Remus looked like he wanted to say something. Sirius didn't want to hear it. He knew just how infantile it sounded. A scared little boy who was afraid of the monsters under his bed.

"Please, Remus."

The other man slowly walked towards him without looking away. He pulled the sheets back and crawled into bed next to him, slipping one arm protectively around him, and pressed a small kiss on his forehead.

"Thank you"

"Sh, sleep, Sirius, you'll feel better in the morning."

Don't read too much into this, Sirius, it didn't mean anything, it was a comforting gesture from an old friend, nothing more. But perhaps... No, it couldn't be. Surely not after all these years, it just couldn't be. He just laid there for a minute, enjoying the warmth and closeness. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to try again, but not now, maybe in the morning.

To be honest, it was the best nights sleep he'd had in over fourteen years.