Not mine.
Part Six- Heaven For Everyone.If there were two people who understood firsthand just how cold and cruel the world could be they were Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Sirius had to endure hate, rejection, and torture all from within the confines of his family. Remus had to endure these things too, from society at large.
It was no surprise to many when the boys became an item and moved into a small flat after graduating from Hogwarts.
To the untrained eye the flat wasn't much. Two bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen, dining area and lounge room all squashed into a tiny flat which was in turn wedged into a rundown, yet ultimately pleasant muggle building.
To Remus and Sirius it represented a refuge from the storm clouds encroaching on the world outside.
In the lounge room there was a burgundy lounge that the boys nicked from the Gryffindor common room on their last day at school. Around it were strewn a few golden beanbags and piles and piles of books. These books obscured from view other piles of books. The kitchen was stocked with mismatched crockery and menus from every take-away place within a five mile radius. The first bedroom had a huge, slightly lop-sided bed (shockingly propped up by more books) as well as any manner of clutter two young men could be thought to produce. The second bedroom had been dubbed 'The Study'. It housed more books as well as a small desk wedged in amongst them. Beside the front door, suspended from a lone nail driven into the grimy wall, hung a dog collar and leash. (Perfectly understandable to those in the know, but a source of confusion and largely unbidden mental images for the uninitiated, which is probably why Sirius kept it there.)
But no matter how dingy the flat was, how many times it was asked "what is that smell?" or how bad things got outside the peeling wooden door Sirius and Remus were always happy to be at home, together.
In the heaven they had created.
For a while, at least.