Little does Remus know someone has been watching him for a very long time. Four whole years, in fact. Sirius Black is one of the most popular boys in Gryffindor tower at the present time. Why wouldn't he be? After all, he had every teacher wound round his little finger by keeping his marks high and speaking golden syrup when in earshot , all the girls adore him and the boys either admire him or fear the wrath of his family. But Sirius Black doesn't want this. He doesn't like his life. He hates his life. Everyone takes one look at him and assumes he is use to being centre of attention. But on the contrary he knows what it's like to be invisible. He gets the silent treatment at home. In the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black he is invisible and has been for four years or rather ever since he became a Gryffindor. But that doesn't bother him, it was better than being beaten as he usually was when he did something against his father's liking. All those wonderful things everyone at school knows him to be he would happily give up, for one simple thing.
All he wants to do is talk to the boy with the fringe that covers his pale, pointed and slightly scarred face. He had been observing this boy, this Remus Lupin, for 1461 days in counting and he finds him fascinating. He marvels at the way he is so subtly brilliant yet doesn't seem to be aware of his own talent. He wonders why he disappears for three days every month. He longs to ask why he is so bruised and scarred and pale. He knows every habit Remus has, like the way he bites his thumb nail when he's thinking or the way he lies curled up very tightly when he sleeps, although Sirius knows that Remus doesn't sleep well at all. Slowly Sirius had begun to realise he was obsessed with Remus.
Then it had hit him last night, when he had been watching Remus sleeping. Remus had been fitting in his slumber, fighting some unknown creature. Sirius had wanted to go over and sooth him, stop his fear and along with this urge realisation had hit him. He loved Remus.
What should he do? He couldn't keep watching anymore. Every time he even glanced at the other boy his insides melted away and all he could think about was how beautiful Remus' visible eye was and how much he wanted to sweep away his fringe, look into both his eyes and... He shook his head briskly, shoving away all thoughts of Remus into a tiny corner of his mind. James had just said something and was looking at him expectantly.
'Err, sorry what?' Sirius asks.
James sighs and pushes his glasses up his nose.
'What's up? You've been off all day.'
'nothing,' Sirius blushes, something he never does. 'D'you know who that guy is?' He points at Remus.
'No clue.'
'I think we should talk to him.' Sirius says.
'Why? He's a loner.' James asks suspiciously.
'Well, all the more reason.' Sirius replies and marches off to finally talk to the boy with those amazing eyes.