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Remus smiled to himself as he sat in his new office. Dumbledore really needed to learn to shut his trap at times, but some of his speeches were pretty good. Sirius sat in the corner of the office, carving what looked like an old bar of soap into a butterfly. After a second, he held the finished figurine up to the dim light of the office before putting it on the floor and changing into Padfoot, padding over to Remus and sitting at his feet before changing back.
"Remus...What made you believe me?," he asked curiously. Remus looked at him.
"What?"
"Why did you help me out of Azkaban?"
"..."
"Reeemus! Answer me!"
"..."
"Don't make me steal your hidden chocolate stash!," threatened the Animagi slyly.
Remus' eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't dare," he snarled.
"You wanna bet?," asked Sirius, only to be tackled by the stunningly handsome werewolf.
"Yes, I do," Remus breathed, smirking as Sirius turned tomato red.
"J-Just answer the question," stammered Sirius nervously.
Remus sighed. "Fine," he said, getting to his feet and sitting down in his chair. "To tell the truth, I didn't fully believe you until we got home and you explained everything. And not even then. Not until I saw how happy you and Harry were to be re-united. No traitor would be happy spending time with the person-or people-they betrayed's children. It made me wonder a bit, though. Why did Harry trust us so much? He was thrilled to come live with me, when I hadn't seen him since he was a baby, and once he realized who you were, he trusted you immediately as well...For all he knew, we could've been trying to kill him."
"You've got a fair point," murmured Sirius, a thoughtful look on his gaunt face. He yawned, then smiled at Remus. "Well...G'night, Moony," he said calmly before getting up, changing into Padfoot, and going off to curl up on Remus' bed.
Remus smiled. "G'night Pads," he murmured, then grabbed a book and began to read. Within half an hour, he had fallen asleep.
Note: ...No...I'm not sane.