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I am so SORRY! This is so, so late! My laptop's hard drive died and everything was lost. And I do mean everything. Thank goodness I had already sent this chapter off to be betad! Much love!

Antisocial Girl

Sitting on the stairwell you were eating lunch, blocking all the people. It's just your way of fun.

Antigone Mason was an odd sort of girl, with long black hair and the most piercing violet eyes you had ever seen. She was the sort of girl you would find on the cover of a magazine or on a stage. Her looks were adored and hated and she knew it. She had no qualms about throwing herself around to get what she wanted. Antigone Mason always got what she wanted. You wouldn't expect to find her down by the lake crying over a boy.

Sirius Black was the sort of boy that you would find on the cover of a magazine or on a Quidditch pitch. You might also find him lounging in his manor's library, pretending to read. You wouldn't expect to find him sitting by the lake looking morose. But here they were, Antigone on one side and Sirius on the other. Two people brought together by the things that others just didn't see.
They were sitting side by side, yet said nothing to the other. The quiet was too comforting to break. Boy and girl sat in their own despair, caring naught for the world that turned around them. Sirius left first, leaving Antigone to dry her eyes and stare after the one boy who had always said no to her.

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Remus was worried about him again; Sirius could feel it. The thin line of his lips and the amber worry in his eyes said it all. Sirius wondered when Remus would dare call him on it. The first few weeks into the school semester had been quite tough, what with having to shower at odd hours and make sure that he never changed in front of his dorm mates. The scars and bruising would be too much for them to handle. Peter was lost in his own little world of food and comics and most certainly wouldn't understand. James was a pampered only child, he would never realize that not all parents are the best. Remus…well Remus would understand better than anyone. He would understand the self-hatred for not being able to control it and he would certainly understand the disgust for what was done.
Sirius sighed and sat up, moving over to give Remus space to sit on his bed. Might as well get this over with. It wasn't as though Sirius couldn't trust Remus with the horrible secret, he just didn't know if he wanted to. It was so hard to open up to someone. Being thirteen and going to boarding school was the pits.

Sirius glanced at his friend who was fiddling with the frayed hem of his sleeves again. A sure sign that he was nervous or contemplating something. Sirius sighed, "Spit it out, Remus. What are you thinking about?"

"Um, nothing really." Remus twisted his fingers together for one brief moment and Sirius snorted.

"Bullshit."

"Sirius….must you be so crude?"

"Yeah, now what's your problem, you putz?"

Remus looked offended for a moment but calmed himself at Sirius's smile. Remus gave a huff and looked around the dorm, wishing he wasn't the only one who had noticed that something was wrong with Sirius. Of course, he was better equipped to see the signs of abuse than anyone else. Except for the Slytherins of course, but Remus didn't see Sirius going to talk to Severus about being abused.

"Is there anything you want to talk to be about?" They sat silently for a moment; Remus waiting for a reply that might not come and Sirius trying to work out what he was going to say.

"If you mean about my attitude then no, I have nothing to say. Now if you were asking about Quidditch then, sure…"

"I'm not talking about Quidditch, Sirius! I'm talking about you! About why you refuse to be seen unclothed for more than five seconds and why you keep getting these dazed looks when you think nobody is watching you!"

Sirius looked at the boy in front of him and for once saw that Remus wasn't the quiet, gentle boy that he played on a daily basis. Remus's chest was heaving with suppressed emotion, his dark topaz eyes glittered wildly, and his hair was standing on end. Sirius saw the wolf behind those eyes and he found that while he was startled, he wasn't afraid.

"Remus, can't you just be satisfied that I don't want to talk about it?"

"No, it isn't healthy to bottle everything up…"

"Oh, like you would know about sharing your feelings, Remus. You're a goddamned hypocrite if you think that you know what's best for me and my feelings!"

"Get off your high horse Sirius and see what's in front of you!"

"Bugger off, Lupin! You don't know me!"

Remus's eyes widened and then lowered. When he spoke Sirius could hear the tremor, "You're right, I don't know you. But how could I when you don't volunteer information? How could I when all you do is speak to James unless you need help with homework? How could I know the real Sirius Black when all he does is brush me off?"

Sirius felt all the fight leave him in one loud whoosh, "Remus…I…"

"Don't, Sirius. Just don't. Come and find me when you're ready to talk, but not before then." Remus left the room, his shoes making no noise against the wood floor. Sirius didn't notice the tears right away, but when he did he brushed them away angrily, disgusted with himself.

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Jams Potter was worried, he hadn't seen or heard the fight but he knew one had occurred. There was no other reason for Sirius's dismal attitude and Remus's silent fury. Their problem made living very unpleasant and James was not going to stand for it much longer.

"Ugh! I can't stand those two anymore. I can taste the tension!" James grinned as Peter's forehead met the desk.

"I know what you mean, Pete."

"Why can't we just lock them in a cupboard and let them have at it?" Peter looked at his best friend when his suggestion was met with silence.

"Pete, that's brilliant! I knew you had it in you!"

"James, I was joking!" But his statement went unnoticed as James's planning face came on and all the Slytherins within ten feet scattered.

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"I say we string him up the Quidditch goals by his balls."

"No, how about we make him dress in drag for a week?"

"Too tame," Sirius frowned and tried to shift into a more comfortable position, but only ended up jabbing Remus in the ribs with his knee. A whispered sorry got rid of the dangerous glare.

"We really need to stop encouraging James to think."

"No kidding, he's a bloody danger to mankind."

"Well, there's that and he'll probably strain something."

"Ouch, Remus, I felt that." Sirius cringed.

"Good, maybe you'll stop being such a pigheaded berk then."

Sirius banged his head against the wall and was silent. He was quiet for so long that Remus felt the inexplicable need to ask, "Have you died over there?"

"Remus, how did your parents react when you got bitten?"

Remus gave Sirius a startled look before replying, "Well enough, I guess. They were worried about me, of course, but they were happy with the fact that I was alive. It took years for them to have me, you know."
"They never yelled or anything like that?"

"Well, mum yelled because I wasn't supposed to be outside, but I think she was scared."

"Why me?"

"Why you what, Sirius?" Remus tilted his head. Sirius gave a gasping breath and began to tell Remus about his summer. Remus made horrified noises and gasped at all the right times and Sirius knew that choosing to tell Remus about his mother abusing him had been the right choice.

"Oh, Sirius, I'm so sorry. Why didn't you tell anyone before now?" Remus squeezed in next to Sirius, making the small closet space even more cramped, but Sirius didn't mind one bit.

"Who would I have told? James, Peter, McGonagall? Highly unlikely that they would be able to do anything for me."

"Then why did you tell me? At least Peter and James are purebloods! I'm barely even human!"

"You're more human than anyone don't let them tell you otherwise. Besides, you understand in a way that James and Peter couldn't. They have perfect lives and I wouldn't want to give them nightmares or anything." Sirius tightened his grip on the linen he had in his fist and glared at the ground. He couldn't believe that he was acting like such a baby. Crying all over himself, how ridiculous. But something about having Remus's arms about him made him feel safe in a way that he hadn't felt in a long time. It was nice.

Sirius rested his head against Remus's shoulder and sniffled, he wondered when James was going to let them come out of the closet.

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Sirius brushed his teeth furiously, watching in the mirror as his dorm mates stood in the doorframe.
"Is there a reason as to why you came rampaging into the dorm at four in morning, looking like you were being chased by hellhounds?" James asked dryly. Remus folded his arms and tried to keep his eyelids from drooping. Peter was already asleep against the doorframe.

"I kissed her." The resulting reactions would have made a very amusing show. James's chin fell so fast that Sirius was sure he would be in pain in the morning; Remus's eyes snapped open and he tumbled against the doorframe; Peter fell to the floor in shock.

"You kissed a girl?!"

"Yeah…"

"Who?"

"The one girl I swore I would never touch. I'm so pathetic."

"Whom are you talking about?"
"Antigone Mason." The resulting silence was so oppressive that Sirius went back to his mouthwash.

"Sirius?"

"Yes, Remus?"

"Why did you kiss her, when you don't even like her?"

"She was…she was saying that I was pathetic for never having kissed someone."

"Sirius, you're thirteen! No one expects you to be in that sort of stuff at thirteen."

"So? Now I've kissed her and she'll leave me alone. Let's go to bed, I'm exhausted." Sirius walked past the other three and climbed into his bed. He waited until he head Peter and James's snore before venturing over to Remus's four-poster.

"I didn't really want to do anything with her, Remus. She made me."

"I know, Siri. I know."

"Remus?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I stay with you tonight?" Remus's eyes glowed as they looked at him. Sirius was about to go back to his own bed when Remus flipped back the covers for him.

A/N: Sorry that this is so late….Real Life beat me over the head with a very large stick and then held me hostage. I've just gotten out of negotiations and, hopefully, the next chapter will be out soon.

B/N: Yeah. And then your beta messed around making excuses about college and work and just general life troubles. Sorry guys.