And...I made it to twenty days! I'm so amazed with myself!

Please leave a review!

James twitched.

His parents had gone to sleep hours ago. He had finished all his assignments. Did the readings. Gone over Quidditch plays at least ten times.

He had owled Remus twice already and didn't blame the other boy for not answering him yet seeing as the full moon had been a few nights ago.

James had, simply run out of things to do. Things to occupy his mind, and now, sitting on the floor of his bedroom surrounded by open textbooks with the moonlight flooding his room listening to the deadly quiet of the house he couldn't ignore it any longer.

This aching, burning, pleading pain in his stomach.

This gnawing, raw feeling in his chest.

The panic and blundering whiteness that steamed in the back of his mind, constantly pushed down and away.

That Sirius was in trouble.

That Sirius needed him.

Sirius.

Finally he couldn't take it anymore and flung the nearest textbook across the room and he jerked to his feet, throwing himself across his bed his hands scrambling, fingers clawing until they touched cool metal and James tugged his two way mirror from his bedside table.

He stared into it for a moment, half his face hidden by shadow.

"Sirius." He hissed, then louder ever so slightly, "Sirius!"

The mirror wavered, like a rippling lake, and something shimmered on the other side.

Regulus snapped awake, a noise foreign to his ears hissing through the foreign room. He flinched and scrabbled around, now able to make out his brother's name, being whispered...but from where...

A small metal mirror sat on the bedside table and Regulus snatched it up, pressing it to his ear.

"Potter?!" He half whispered half whined in confusion, "what the hell is this thing?"

James Potter's face was clear as crystal in the mirror and Regulus watched as the older boy blinked slowly, obviously surprised.

"Regulus? It's...it's a two way mirror, your brother made it for...why do you have it?!"

Regulus' breath hitched in his throat and he took a long moment to remember to breath.

"He's not with you?!"

Confusion and alarm flashed across James' face and his eyes narrowed darkly.

"What do you mean?"

Taking a deep breath Regulus ran a hand through his dark hair.

"Is Sirius with you?"

"No, he's with you."

And that was when Regulus really did start to panic, his heart pounding in his chest. Because James didn't know...James didn't know about the fight, about the blood, about Sirius. And Sirius wasn't with James.

And Regulus didn't know where Sirius was.

And James didn't know.

And that meant no one knew.

"James...James...Sirius is gone."

James eyebrows drew together and his eyes flashed, "What do you mean...?" He said slowly, voice dropping an octave.

"They...they threw him out, he's been disowned, blasted off the fucking tapestry. I thought he was with you!"

James rolled back on his feet, reeling from the information, and suddenly it was like his brain kicked into high gear, thoughts spinning around faster than he could keep track.

"He's...we had a falling out! He's not with me!"

"I know you had a fucking falling out! Everyone in the blasted school knew! I didn't think it was that serious though! I didn't think he wouldn't go to you!"

"I..I...oh god...oh shit..."

"James...James...you have to find him!"

"What?"

"You have to! You didn't see him when he left, he was a bloody mess!"

"Then why didn-"

"I thought he was with you!"

"Okay...okay...I'll find him. When...when did he leave you?"

"Two nights ago...James...please..."

"No, no I'll find him. Don't worry Regulus."

James set down the mirror and felt his stomach twist. Dropping his head into his hands he curled his hands into fist in his hair and felt like screaming.

"I'll find you Sirius."