Title: Between Dreams and Reality

Disclaimer: Artwork is Forgive Me Sirius by Satine Black ( satine- black. deviantart )

Rating: M

Chapter Three: Chasing Dreams

'Sirius! Sirius!' Sirius blinked, snapping out of his thoughts and looking up James, who was peering at him from behind owlish glasses. 'You still in there, mate?' James asked, knocking on his forehead. 'Moody's briefing is over, finally. Bloody five in the morning, but we can go home now.'

Sirius hummed, getting up and watching as all the Aurors shuffled out of the room. Most of them were groaning, cracking their shoulders and complaining about all the missions they'd been sent to over the span of nine hours. There were some who were only going to start their shift, carrying on till sunset before they were replaced by another group of Aurors that Sirius and James were a part of as of today until the end of the month: the night shift. Sirius dreaded the night shift. There was a time when the night shift had meant snoozing in the office while listening to the Wizarding Wireless, but with the war brewing, this was no longer an option.

Security was tightening everywhere, curfews getting stricter and Auror training getting shorter and much more intensive. Back in Hogwarts, Sirius had heard horror stories about Auror Academy, where two years of discipline, shaved heads, and thorough training would produce only a handful of well trained wizards fit for the job. They had had a high turnover rate; they still did, but the Ministry was starting to be less picky. Sirius had gotten his job in a span of six intense months, with a full head of hair and a salary higher than probably the Minister of Magic himself. It was a fair deal: a good life in exchange for a shorter one.

'The Dreamless Sleep finally working then?' James asked, clapping him in the back. 'You're starting to look better, to the say the least.'

'Suppose so,' Sirius replied non-committaly. In truth, Sirius hadn't so much as touched the generously large bottle of Dreamless Sleep Potion that Lily had given him. He hadn't had the need to. After his horrific episode at the Potters, the dreams (if he could call them that anymore) had quite conveniently stopped. It had been four days since then, and just like his bruises, Sirius's initial fear was fading. All he was left with now was curiousity.

'Lily's relieved, you know,' James commented, pulling off his Auror robes and shrugging on his jacket over muggle clothes. 'You gave her quite the scare that night.'

'Sorry,' Sirius apologised, though a part of him wanted to say that he had been scared, too: of Moony, of how solid everything had felt under his hands, of being insignificant and dying insignificant. He had been on the edge of reason back then; convinced that none of it was real despite the feeling that it was. It was real. He knew this now, despite James assuring him that he had been in bed the entire time. It was real. Moony had been real andSirius was going to prove it. 'Listen, mate, you head on home alone tonight. I've got this report to finish. I've been putting it off for a while now and you know how Moody gets about these things.'

James patted him on the back sympathetically. 'Be careful. Don't go home until the sun is well up.' Another protocol that the Ministry had introduced: always go out in pairs especially after sun down. It didn't matter if you were civilians or Aurors; it was a safety requirement. One that, while Sirius appreciated, often made him feel like a child who still had to hold his big brother's hand to cross the road. Then again, look what had happened to Regulus (the stupid bastard) when he'd let Sirius's hand go…

Sirius nodded, about to go back to his office when he stopped and asked, 'Do you remember where Civil Affairs is? I need their records as reference material,' he explained quickly when James shot him a questioning look. 'Lineage tracking and what not; makes targeting the Death Eaters easier.'

'Fourth floor, left, I think,' James replied, a hint of suspicion still lingering in his eyes. 'Haven't been there since my marriage, but don't think much has changed. Keep away from Gertrude; she jumps anything with a dick.'

Sirius grinned. 'Ta, mate. See you tomorrow then. I might be mooching lunch off you.' He waved goodbye and quickly headed for the stairs. He could have joined James in the lift, but Sirius didn't trust his best friend. James was one of the smartest blokes Sirius knew, and time, even as little as travelling seven floors down, would lead to questions which would wheedle out to answers that Sirius wasn't quite ready to give yet. Not until he'd figured things out for himself. For the first time in his life, Sirius was keeping secrets from James and it was with good reason: he simply didn't want to seem like a lunatic.

'Hello, Gertrude, I was wondering if you could help me out a little.' Sirius winked and flashed the woman at the desk a charming smile. Just like James had warned, she was the kind that tried too hard and quite possibly, got nothing in return. Her hair was too puffed up, hair sprayed to the point where it could have struck Sirius on the head and knocked him unconscious. Her electric blue eye shadow and fire truck red lips clashed horribly with her yellow blouse that was so sheer, Sirius could even the read the label on her brassiere.

She pulled down her blouse purposefully low, as she leaned forward to talk to him. 'Anything for you handsome,' she replied suggestively, 'you name it.'

'Well, I was actually looking for any name changes that have been done from say, nineteen-seventy to the present.' Sirius hoped that his assumptions about Moony's age were accurate; the man hadn't seemed much older than Sirius, but he'd taken precautions regardless. He also remembered Moony mentioning that he had had acquaintances in the Ministry. Was it possible to get such records removed? They weren't considered very important; strings could have been pulled. 'Also, I'd like a record of any witches…no,' Moony had mentioned his mother was a muggle. 'Just wizards. Wizards in Somerset, same year range.'

Gertrude raised an eyebrow and leaned back in her chair, crossing her leg so that her short skirt hiked up several inches. Sirius almost gagged. 'You have a permit for that, hon'?'

Sirius slid his Auror badge on the table, trying his best to look authoritative. He wondered if he was losing his touch; back in Hogwarts, all it took was a smile and a wink, and Sirius was handed whatever he wanted on a silver platter. 'It's a private investigation,' he whispered conspiratorially, coming closer to her ear and purposely breathing down her neck. He grinned when she shivered. 'We're looking at a possible murder suspect here, even a lead to the Death Eaters. But you didn't hear this from me, all right?'

Gertrude's eyelashes fluttered and she nodded dumbly. 'Give me a minute,' she whispered. She was blushing bright red as she got up from her chair, sending him a look that she probably thought was very seductive but came off as slightly constipated as she disappeared into the file room.

Sirius had a feeling she wanted him to join her in there. His suspicion was confirmed, when she returned looking slightly disgruntled and shoved a box full of files into his hands. 'You need to sign a form is you want to take these records out. Or,' she sang the last word, her face hopeful again and her cleavage bouncing, 'you can stay here. We have a very empty library that you can use.'

'Sounds wonderful, but I'm in such a hurry.' Sirius faked a disappointed face. 'Maybe some other time?' He pushed the hair out of his eyes, smiling brightly and quickly signing the form that she handed him. 'You've got my name now, so Floo me anytime you like.' He winked at her as she read his name off the form, picking up his box and hurrying off before she decided to take off her blouse entirely.

'Goodbye, James Potter! I'll call you!' She called out and Sirius had to wait until the elevator doors closed before he burst out laughing.

Sirius didn't know what he expected to get out of apparating all the way to Somerset. He hadn't really scored any leads with name changes; just as he'd predicted, the records had been erased or very conveniently omitted. The past ten years had seen wizards and witches, quite content with their given names. Disappointed by his lack of findings, Sirius had sat for hours on an end pouring through the list of wizards living in the small county, looking for a change in patterns and name additions. Unsurprisingly, Sirius had found thirty wizards who had very possibly been born to or migrated to the smaller towns of Somerset. The war had centered more towards the big cities, leaving smaller counties, like Somerset, to become a safe haven for families and men who did not have the balls to fight. So far, Sirius had ticked down twenty-two of them in various parts of the county, and none of them had had what he was looking for.

Probably the biggest issue was that Sirius had no idea what he was looking for. Perhaps a woman with amber eyes or a man with light brown hair, or even a signboard that said that they'd lost their son, who had an uncanny ability to haunt other people's dreams. He was basing his entire search on something as trivially small as facial similarities. As a trained Auror, Sirius knew it was a lost cause; as a human being, Sirius's instincts told him to have hope. Moony was real, Sirius knew this. The knowledge and conviction was ingrained in him; he just had to prove himself right.

'Excuse me, do I know you?'

Sirius startled out of his thoughts and blinked up at the man peering curiously down at him. His wife and teenage daughter were staring warily at him from afar. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a build that was a little too bulky to be a part of Moony's family; which crossed Sirius's list down to seven remaining leads. 'I'm thinking of moving in nearby,' Sirius replied, pushing his sunglasses to his head and smiling in what he hoped was a sincere manner. 'So I was just looking around, scouting the place and what not. I hope I wasn't causing anyone any trouble.'

The man's face relaxed considerably and Sirius noticed that the hand in his pocket, where he was probably hiding his wand, loosened. Even in the small town of Axbridge, times were dark. 'You'll like it here,' he smiled warmly, 'it's a good place to raise children: quiet, very basic, and a good deal away from city pandemonium.'

Sirius hummed. To be honest, he rather liked "city pandemonium". It kept life busy, it gave him purpose; and it kept him from feeling the burgeoning loneliness at night as he realised that despite dark times when life could get cut short any moment, he was very much alone. Sirius had been born and raised in the city; the green sickened him. All morning, he had been subjected to an endless view of hills, sheep, and an air that was so pure that it stung his nose. 'Thank you. I think I might consider it,' Sirius replied politely. 'Good day.'

Sirius sighed heavily, taking out his list once he was well out of view. This was starting to feel utterly ridiculous. He was supposed to be asleep now in the comfort of his own bed, resting up for what was definitely going to be a long night of missions. Yet, a traitorous part of him – a stupid part of him – reminded him that his sleep had been too peaceful these past few days. It worried him; not the fact that Moony didn't come to him anymore the minute his eyes closed, but his sanity. What other explanation could he possibly have for chasing a dream but insanity?

Suddenly a shrill scream pierced the air, causing Sirius to run towards a mini-van on the other side of the road, wand clenched tightly in his pocket and adrenaline pumping through his veins. There was the sound of a baby crying and Sirius quickened his pace, rounding to the back of a van and finding a woman desperately trying to put out the fire that was spreading across her arm. On instinct, Sirius tugged her jacket off, throwing it to the ground and stomping it until the last of the embers had died down. The baby was still crying from within the car, only matched by his mother's pained sobbing. Her arm had suffered minor burns.

'Are you all right?' Sirius asked, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over her shoulders. 'You should probably get those burns looked at.'

The woman wiped her eyes and smiled weakly. "I'm fine. I have some ointment inside that'll heal this in a flash. Thank you very much.'

Sirius nodded. 'You should be more careful,' he said softly, eyeing the burnt ends of her light brown hair. It was a pity for muggles like her, who didn't even have the ability to douse a fire. 'Is your baby all right?' He asked, already taking the initiative and climbing inside the van. The baby stopped crying the same time Sirius stopped breathing. Large amber eyes peered curiously at him from beneath untidy tufts of thin, light brown hair. His pale skin was flushed pink from crying, but the toothless smile that he broke into as Sirius moved in for a closer look was unmistakable. The resemblances were uncanny. 'You have a beautiful son,' Sirius commented, his throat feeling suddenly dry as he unstrapped the child and pulled him into his arms. The child wriggled playfully, fisting Sirius's black hair and tugging it with a childish chuckle.

'Thank you,' the woman smiled gratefully, as Sirius offered to help carry her child inside, along with the bag of groceries that had fallen to the ground. 'I'm sorry; you saved my life and I haven't even asked you for your name yet. I'm Patricia Wolfe, but you can call me Patty. Would you like some tea?'

Sirius nodded numbly, barely keeping his eyes from roaming as he took in every inch of the house. A part of him wanted to confirm his findings; he wanted to find the room that Remus had shown him, bookshelf and a small bed. 'Sirius; my name is Sirius Black. You have a beautiful home, Patty.' He winced when the baby in his arms tugged his hair again, promptly stuffing it into his mouth.

'Moony, no!' Patricia scolded and Sirius jerked in surprise as the tea cups she'd placed on the table immediately shattered to pieces. The child had started crying again. 'I'm so sorry,' Patricia cried, quickly moving to clean up the pieces. She looked close to tears again. 'I don't know what's been happening off late. I know it sounds stupid, but I swear, it's as if Moony's causing it. Every time he cries, something happens. Even now, in the car…' She laughed weakly and shook her head, as if dispelling such thoughts. 'You must think I'm utterly crazy. My husband keeps laughing at me, saying our baby must be magic. Honestly…'

Sirius stared at the child in his arms, rocking him back and forth to keep him from crying. Surely they knew that their child was magic. Moony had mentioned that only his mother had been muggle; his father had to have been a wizard. Unless…unless he'd changed those memories. Unless they were now living as muggles, experiencing random outbursts of magic, but still none the wiser. It would explain why they hadn't been on Sirius's list of leads. 'It's an odd name to give a child: Moony,' he commented, sitting down when the baby had finally quieted down. The child seemed to have taken a bit of liking to Sirius and smiled up at him, all gums and drool every time Sirius bounced him on his lap.

Patricia laughed and shook her head. 'It's just a nickname. People keep asking why we call him that and we honestly don't know; it somehow just caught on. His real name's Romulus.'

Romulus. Sirius did not mention that even Romulus was quite an odd name for a child. Romulus Wolfe sounded almost like a mythical joke.

'You're not from around here, are you?' She asked, handing him a steaming mug of tea and sitting down on the chair opposite. Sirius noticed that there was four of everything in the kitchen: four mugs, four plates, four chairs, four glasses; he wondered if it was unconscious. 'You've got a very city air about you and everyone in Axbridge knows everyone, being a small place and all.'

'No, I haven't been here for a while,' he lied, trying not to grimace as bitter tea slid down his throat. 'I grew up in this very house actually and I suppose I came back to reminisce. It hasn't changed much,' Sirius added. He wondered if he should feel guilty about lying so blatantly about his true intentions, but currently, all he could think about was how to get to Moony's bedroom. 'Do you mind if I looked around? I don't want to make you uncomfortable,' he put in quickly, seeing her hesitation. 'It's just…it would be brilliant if I could see my old room again.'

Patricia nodded, getting up and leading the way upstairs. Sirius's eyes roamed from mad curiosity, taking in their homely furniture, the olive green carpeting, and the rows of pictures on the wall. Perhaps it was just him searching for clues, but even in their pictures together there seemed to be a gap, as if waiting to be filled in by someone – another member of the family.

'That's my husband, John,' she pointed out at one of the family pictures hung on the wall.

Again, Sirius was taken aback by the striking similarities. While the father's skin had a healthy tan to compliment his darker hair, the eyes were unmistakable. They were the same shade of amber that had gazed at Sirius night after night, filled with such a swirling range of emotion that was almost overwhelming. The square jaw line, slightly crooked nose, also the simple arch of his eyebrows; even the uncontrolled magic and the "unexplainable" naming of their son: everything led to Moony.

The last pieces of the puzzle finally fit together as Sirius walked into the last bedroom down the hall. It had been converted to a baby room; the bed had been replaced by a baby crib, the cupboard had been filled with clothes, and the empty spaces had been given life to by scattered toys and haphazard furniture. Yet, the bookcase still remained in the corner, the first shelf holding the same books Sirius remembered running his hands over. The window outside revealed a house not too far from theirs and a small, cared for garden.

Sirius fell to his knees, hand over his mouth.

'Oh! Are you all right?'

Sirius nodded numbly. He discovered right that very minute that knowing something to be true and having the evidence in front of your face were two very different things. Now, he realised, there was no turning back.

'Hello, Sirius.'

'Holy Mother of Merlin!' Sirius shouted, stumbling from shock and falling backwards on to his arse. 'How the hell did you get in?'

James raised an eyebrow as Sirius got up, rubbing his bottom sorely. 'Haven't gotten that old, mate; I can still break an entry once in a while.' He tapped his feet impatiently, waiting until Sirius had securely locked the door to his apartment before he spoke again. 'You know, Sirius, you are fucking transparent and the worst bloody liar I've ever met.'

'Oh?' Sirius looked at his best friend, unconcerned. It wasn't as if Sirius hadn't known that James would figure his secret out eventually; he hadn't been trying very hard to keep it. All Sirius had wanted was a head start. 'Would you like some tea while I think of a few more alibis?'

'Baking a fucking cake wouldn't give you enough alibis, so just sit the fuck down and tell me what's in Somerset and why is Gertrude Floo-ing my house and asking me what colour underwear I'm wearing. Do you know what Lily did when she found out?' He pointed at his wrist, which was playing host to rather large and grotesque boils. 'And that's not the worst part. Look at this.' He popped one of them, causing rainbow coloured pus to ooze out and stain his hand. 'This was all over my body, Sirius, even my fucking dick. Do you know what that's like? Do you have any idea of the trauma that a man has to go through when his dick is covered with rainbow boils?'

Sirius yawned. He hadn't had any sleep since yesterday and the exhaustion of both the night shift and a whole morning's worth of fruitless research was finally catching up to him. After his visit to Somerset, Sirius had pursued the Wolfe family history with renewed vigour. For the next three days, he'd gone through muggle and magical records for any hint or clue that would point out to their old names or locations, or even any kind of family history. He'd come up with nothing, but a rising suspicion that Moony hadn't been alone in all this. Whatever "acquaintances" he'd had were thorough and had considerable power over both governments. If not, then at least, a good amount of insight. 'Are we getting anywhere with this?'

'What's in Somerset?' James asked bluntly.

Sirius shrugged. 'I needed a few questions answered and so I did a bit of investigative research. Didn't think it was a crime…' Sirius plopped down beside James on the couch. 'Why are you so wound up about it anyway? Well, apart from the fact that your dick suffered severe trauma…'

'Why are you requesting muggle records as well?' James ploughed on, undeterred. 'You applied for a permit to look through their civilian records; why? What are you after, Sirius?'

Sirius sighed, leaning back and looking at the ceiling. 'Moony…'

'Your fucking dream?' James asked, disbelief etched all over his face.

'He's real. James, I found-'

'No,' James cut in firmly. 'No, no, no, Sirius. You have got to be bloody joking! "Moony" is a dream! A bad one that had you bloody retching all over my floor only a week ago; one that you have finally gotten rid of! I mean, is this one of those syndromes that crazies get: the one where you get tortured so bloody much that you fucking start to miss it when it stops or something?'

'I know how ridiculous this sounds, but I met his parents, James, and they're-'

'Met his parents?' James laughed incredulously, throwing his hands up. 'Next you're going to tell me you're getting married.'

'You're not bloody listening to me!' Sirius screamed, standing up. 'I'm trying to tell you something here and you just keep blabbering about how I've gone insane and what not!' He clenched his fists tightly. 'I haven't been taking the Dreamless potion at all because none of this is a dream! Moony is real! I can prove it if you if you-'

'Sirius, just bloody listen to yourself!' James shook him roughly by the shoulders. 'Moony isn't real.'

'He's real,' Sirius argued, shaking his head.

James gritted his teeth. 'He isn't real.'

'He's real,' Sirius repeated firmly.

'Go to bed, rest up, and clear your head. I am giving you a bloody ultimatum,' James continued, ignoring Sirius's words. 'No more early morning trysts to Merlin knows where, no more insane babblings about what's not fucking real, and no more fucking dreams. If I hear another inane word about Moony, Lily and I will move in with you and be your own personal hell, right here in this very apartment.'

Sirius didn't look James in the eyes. He wasn't going to argue; Sirius knew a lost cause when he saw it. It didn't matter if James was only trying to help; he had refused to listen to Sirius and that was enough to warrant Sirius's resentment. 'No more dreams, then,' he spat, glaring at a blank spot in the wall. Not that he'd been having any dreams to begin with. In fact, he'd been sleeping uninterrupted for nearly a week now.

James nodded, purposely turning a blind eye to Sirius's anger and tapping him on the cheek, 'No more dreams.'

Sirius was in a black box. Yet when he tried to touch what seemed like the walls, his hands met nothing but air and endless space. There were no corners that his hand could slip into, no ceiling as far as he could reach. He didn't know what he was standing on because when he tried to level his hands with his feet, they slipped through, meeting nothing but air. It reminded him of the window outside Moony's room.

A figure sat cross legged in the middle of it all (was there a middle when there was no beginning or end?), staring up at Sirius patiently. Perhaps he wasn't staring, but merely looking up. Sirius couldn't tell, because there were no features to tell from. This time, he was just like a smudged pastel painting – a mixture of colours running together with no clear definition of the eyes, mouth, or nose. It was as if someone had simply swiped a thumb over him.

'Is this also where you want to be?' Sirius asked, sitting down so that they were knee to knee. He could feel heat radiating off Moony's body; too much heat, like that of a sick person. He wondered if it was odd that despite everything, he felt more relief than fear over Moony finally coming to him. There was no barrier this time, but a sense of wonderment. In fact, Sirius realised, he had begun to fear, this past week, that he would never see Moony again.

'It's where I am,' Moony replied and his voice came out as hoarse, like someone had been scratching at his throat from inside.

'In darkness?' Sirius asked again, hating that Moony somehow always talked in confusing riddles. 'Is it a metaphor or are you in a dark room? I can never understand you.'

Moony laughed but said nothing. His laughter died away quickly, his pale shoulders heaving as his breaths came out loud and erratic enough to echo in the darkness. Echo in a place with no walls.

'I met your parents,' Sirius said quietly, when he realised Moony was not going to say anything anytime soon. 'I went to Somerset in search for them,' he elaborated. It was hard to gauge a reaction without facial expressions, Sirius realised, so he focused on hands, shoulders, even feet, and found that Moony's shoulders had tensed considerably. Was Moony scared now that Sirius had found our part of his secret? Did he think Sirius would hurt his family? 'Your mother and-'

'Show me,' Moony cut in through laboured breathing. 'Show me, please…'

Sirius frowned. 'How?'

Moony pitched forward quite suddenly and for a split second, Sirius thought he was going to be attacked until he felt a hot forehead rest against his and trembling hands on either side of his face. 'Leglimens,' he whispered and Sirius felt something in his mind pull and then overflow, images washing in front of his eyelids. The fire, the child, their conversation at the table, the bedroom with the bookshelf and then rows and endless rows of pictures rotating in a vicious circle until Sirius felt dizzy and had to pull away because of the nausea building up inside of him.

'Whoa,' Sirius clutched his head, trying to steady himself. 'That felt…'

'Thank you,' Moony whispered and perhaps it was Sirius's imagination, but his voice sounded watery, as if he was stifling tears.

Sirius suspicions were confirmed when he felt tiny droplets of water fall on the back of his hand. Wet, Sirius realised, tilting his hand to a forty five degree and watching as the drops slid to his wrist, leaving a trail of that looked much like a vein. There were no tears on Moony's face, but vertical trails of darkened skin that ran down to his chin before they fell and materialised to small puddles on the back of Sirius's hands. It looked like someone had spilled water over a pristine painting, making the colours run. Curiously, Sirius rubbed the wetness between his fingers, checking to see if they stained.

'Are you upset?' Sirius asked, touching the side of Moony's neck and feeling feverish skin underneath his palms. Even Moony's skin felt oddly light, as if Sirius wasn't pressing hard enough.

Moony shook his head. 'I'm happy. I'm glad they're safe and that they have a new life. I always…' he hesitated, 'I always thought they would be happier without me. Without having to take care of my illness...'

Sirius's hand tightened. 'If you've seen what I saw then you know it's not true. They might not remember you, but a part of them feels your loss. Even without being there, you're still living with them, somewhere inside them. They still miss you…' He moved to cup Moony's cheeks, wiping away the darkened trails with his thumb; and just for a second Sirius felt he saw Moony's teary amber eyes materialise before flickering and disappearing again. It felt odd to talk to a blank slate; someone who couldn't even look back at you while you spoke, but oddly, Sirius felt no fear. 'Is your illness why you didn't come? What is it?'

Moony's hands closed around his and Sirius noted that even the definition of his fingers was now fading. They were molding together to form just the shape of a hand. 'I haven't recovered fully yet…I'm weak…but I had to come…'

'To see me?' Sirius asked, surprised at how small he sounded.

'To warn you,' Moony corrected and his face moved in closer to whisper, 'there is going to be an attack tomorrow or maybe tonight…I don't know…but it will be at one of the parks on the west side of the city. Muggles will be celebrating Bonfire Night…an easy target…' He breathed in shakily, and when he spoke again, his voice sounded strained as if talking was an effort. 'Tell James…'

James? Sirius should have asked how Moony knew James or even how he knew there was going to be an attack. He should have asked if anyone would be hurt or if Moony knew more than what he was telling. However, his jealousy got the better of him and in a moment of blind stupidity, he asked, 'why not go to him yourself? You don't need me for this…'

There was a chuckle in his ear. 'I wanted to see you.'

Sirius breathed a sigh of relief. 'Will you come back?'

Moony pressed his face against Sirius's cheek and though he knew it was impossible, Sirius was sure he felt soft lips against his skin. 'I promise.'

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