A/N: Jeez, I need to make these longer. Do you agree? Hands up if they to be longer!

Warning: This is slash. But you already knew that, so who cares?

Disclaimer: Please don't rub it in…

Summary: An accident in Potions causes Remus to revert back to age 6! Now let's see what our heroes are to do!

Remember:

"Blah"- talking

Blah- thoughts

Blah- talking in animal form/emphasis on words.

Blah- Eh, self explanatory

Chapter Eight

Previous

Everything is wrong with loving Remus. The grey eyed young man felt his hand clench. He can only choose one mate… Look at me… In love with my best friend who is a boy and currently six. I'm disgusting. "He would never choose me." Sirius thoughts tumbled from his lips and into his hands. Oh how Sirius wished for his crescent moon…

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Sirius and James were not talking. Shocking huh? Best friends and they are not talking? How? How in the world is that possible?! Well, it's possible because James was once again being a stupid know-it-all. He had to point out the obvious and know Sirius was not happy. Truly, they are idiots.

They never really fought before. So it was awkward in the dorms when James had returned that night. But, after friends fight, it is always awkward. But never having been in such a serious fight, they didn't know that. Almost makes you feel for them. Almost, but not quite.

Pressing forward, it had been a complete day. One whole complete day, without the Marauders speaking to one another. Truthfully, it hurt. Not just James and Sirius, but Remus too. It was just that little Remus didn't know exactly why it hurt him…

In fact, Sirius barely seemed to be talking to anyone. The little boy wondered why. So when Sirius was lying on his bed hopelessly trying to bore holes through the ceiling with his eyes, Remus decided to help him out.

"Sirius…" Remus mumbled while looking at his hands. Sirius head came up when he heard the noise. He noticed his little friend standing there shyly. Sirius sighed and sat up, quickly rubbing his face. "Yeah…?" he asked. Remus looked up through his shaggy hair.

"Is something wrong?" the little one questioned. Sirius blinked. He wasn't truly expecting that one. He soon regained himself and looked away. Remus took that as a positive. He padded over to his friend and sat down on the bed with the older boy. "What is it that makes you so sad?" Remus asked a little bolder.

Sirius felt his eyes glued to Remus. His little friend was honestly worried about him. It only made the teenager feel dirty. It took all of Sirius' strength to break his gaze. "You're too young to understand." Sirius answered. Remus shook his head vehemently, almost falling off the bed. Sirius was quick to catch him.

"Please tell me…" the child begged. "You'll feel better." Sirius wanted to laugh. That was what the older Remus always said to him whenever he was in a bad mood. It seemed that the pair always knew when the other was down in the dumps. Feeling cynical, the blacked haired boy thought he might as well get it over with.

"James and I are fighting," Sirius replied, elbow sitting on his knee so he could rest his chin on his palm. Remus nodded, urging his older friend farther. Sirius sighed and found his eyes traveling out to the window. "He is being an idiot." Sirius stated hotly.

"He wants me to…" Sirius scoffed at his own anger. He quickly found himself falling so he could lie down again to look at the roof of the dorm. "I don't know what he wants…" Sirius muttered. Remus sighed and flops down next to Sirius. "Well, what did you two fight over?" Remus prompted.

Sirius felt his face begin to heat. This really shouldn't be something to discuss with Remus, let alone a six year old Remus. But… maybe it will help…

"I like some one…" Sirius uttered to the boy with closed eyes. "But I shouldn't." Remus looked over at Sirius, noticing the lines of thought on his forehead. Remus cocked his head in confusion. "What do you mean by that?" he prodded. Sirius sighed and shifted so he was a little ways away from the child.

"Well, I guess I'm in love." The black sheep clarified. Remus made an 'oh' noise of recognition. Sirius would have chuckled but couldn't find the energy to it. Remus bounced a bit, happy for his new friend though it left him with a bit of a twang in his stomach. "What's so bad about that?" Remus inquired.

Sirius made a groan and shoved a pillow on top of his head. This was defiantly something he should NOT be saying to a little child. The child rolled his eyes at Sirius and his antics. He tugged the feather down pillow away from Sirius. "I'm six, not four." Remus said haughtily.

Sirius blinked. He knew Remus had on his serious face. The teen sighed in defeat. "I'm in love with a boy." He explained. Remus blinked at the words. Another 'oh' noise passed his lips. Sirius had a smug smile on.

"What's wrong with that?" Remus asked, confused again. Sirius' body popped up in surprise. He stared at the child with an open mouth. Remus scooted back a little. His new friend was a real weirdo sometimes…

"What do you mean what's wrong with that!" Sirius exclaimed. "I like a boy!"

"Well, what's wrong with that?" Remus asked with a shrug. Sirius felt like screaming.

"Because it's wrong!" Remus tilted his head to the other side. "Why?" he asked. Sirius groaned for the second time and hit him head.

"Because boys are supposed to like girls!" Sirius pointed out. Remus yet again looked confused. "But why?" he asked again. Sirius clutched his head in exasperation.

"I'm not sure. To have kids I guess." Sirius voice had lost the volume it had before. Remus tapped his chin in thought. "But what about the people who can't have kids?" he questioned. Sirius found his stare dragged up to his young companion.

"They adopt?" the teen answered in a question.

"Why can't boys who love boys adopt?" Remus inquired. Sirius shook his head. "I don't know…" he replied earnestly.

"Then why can't boys like other boys?" Remus demanded. Sirius sighed and looked away. "I don't know. They just can't." Sirius stated. Remus scoffed and crossed his arms.

"Says who?" Remus responded. Sirius crossed his arms also. "I don't know, they just do." He said, starting to get a little frustrated with the boy, why couldn't he just get that it was wrong, end of story!

"Who are they then?" Remus asked. Sirius wanted to shout again. Why was this boy being so difficult?! "I don't know!" Sirius finally screamed. "Damit! You sound just like James…" Remus smiled at the outburst.

"So you don't know?" he restated. Sirius glared at the boy. "No, I don't know." He restated as well.

"Then why should it matter?" the little boy questioned. Sirius opened his mouth but stopped. He couldn't find a come back. He closed his lips and looked to the window again. "It's not that simple Remus…" Sirius whispered.

Remus sighed and bounced once on the bed. "Why then?" he asked confused. "Why fight so hard?" The Boy from the House of Black was indolently fingering his blanket.

"He's one of my best friends…" Sirius replied. Remus let out a third 'oh.' With a shake of the head, Remus giggled at his friend.

"You're just afraid." Remus interpreted. Sirius sprang up and round on the boy. "No!" he protested. With one look from the child though, Sirius knew it was useless.

"Yes you are. You are just using this as an excuse not to get hurt!" the young one reprimanded. Sirius didn't respond to the boy at all. Remus continued onward though. "But what if he loves you too?" Sirius head snapped up.

"But he couldn't!" Sirius said in a weak voice. Remus laughed at the voice, and at his friend's surprise. "Why not?" Remus asked with a shrug. Sirius felt his head bow. He began to pluck at the fibers of the blanket. "I don't know…" he whispered again.

Remus sighed and patted his friend on the back. "Don't worry Siri, it'll turn out right in the end!" he said with confidence. Sirius smiled somberly and nodded. He then groaned and fell against his blankets. "Great, this means I got to go and make up with Jamesie!" Sirius cursed.

Remus giggled sweetly, burrowing under the blankets. He was proud of his accomplishments in helping the older boy. Sirius smirked and tickled the younger from under the blankets. Remus squirmed and chortled, sleepily defending his stomach.

Sirius sat back with a slow smile. He flicked off the lights with a wave of his wand. The room was plummeted into a soft, silvery darkness. The dark haired one lay down next to his young friend. Sirius fingertips brushed the stray strands of tawny hair behind his ear. "Love ya Remmy," Sirius breathed across his ear.

A small murmur was heard from the boy as he snuggled deeper into the warmth his older friend had. Perhaps… Remus was right after all…

TBC

A/N: Sorry all! It's been so long! I apologize if this one is crappy. I had so many alternate ways to go about this chapter, finally I settled on this one. I think it works well.

Anyways, thanks to all the reviewers! You helped greatly! I'm so happy! Alright, I'll see you all next time! Please review- you know you want to!