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Warnings: Bad language, violence, mental abuse. Rating may go M.

5. Housewife

The time passed quickly and Sirius's life had taken an unexpected turn. Now with less work he had time for himself and strangely created a new stable life routine involving his servant. It was the first time in his life he ate healthily three times a day and could go to bed early.

That had never happened even when he was little, even though he had been surrounded by nannies and servants who had to give in to his whims and ended up doing what he pleased even if it was not appropriate for his age.

When his parents were alive, he had been the rebel; always getting what he wanted. He lived dangerously; abusing alcohol, drugs and women. His parents were authoritarians and Sirius always felt the necessity to antagonise them. Such friction between them grew year by year. Then his parents threatened to disown him and take away the benefits of their surname. And they would have done it if it wasn't for his brother's death.

Because of their parents Regulus got involved with Death Eaters and got caught in the middle of an attack. Orion Black was so remorseful and distraught that after the funeral he locked himself in his room not wanting to face anyone and then killed himself a few weeks later.

Walburga, his mother, died of sadness but at least they managed to remain on good terms before she passed away. He was left alone without a family and obsessive about work. He tried to honor the memory of his brother by straightening up his life and restoring the good name of his family. Up to date he couldn't recover from those rough days and lived on his own in a mansion that he could not call home.

He didn't have many friends either, and those who remained were traveling around the world or married to a very pregnant redhead, so visitors to his house were rare. He felt pretty pathetic for needing the company of a werewolf, but it was true that he desperately needed him.

He wanted to feel that someone would be waiting for him at home every day. Remus was like a sweet housewife and Sirius was the husband, and yes, he mentally kicked his balls every time that ridiculous image came to his mind.

But, was there another way to say it? Remus was responsible for feeding him, keeping him in accompany, looking after him, listening to his stories. And most importantly, gave him what he really needed even if it was not what he wanted. He had never felt so cared for; no one had ever been so devoted to him.

One evening of quiet reading, he watched his servant entertaining himself with catalogues of the Fine Arts Museum, he was very excited; fascinated by how paints moved and his amber eyes seem to sparkle.

'That is the collection that arrived for this season, I sponsored the opening of a new hall and restoration of older paintings,' Sirius commented casually.

'They are so beautiful, I saw them in your books. They were in a French museum, and these two are in a vault in Italy,' the werewolf said happily.

'Exactly. So, when I'm not here you spend your time reading?'

'Yes, only after I finish my duties,' answered Remus, not sure if his master was asking out of interest or if he was going to punish him for wasting his time on books.

'Right, what else you like to read? Come on, you can tell me.'

'I…M-magic b-books, just out of curiosity. I never tried any of those spells.'

'Hey, that's not a bad thing.' Sirius laughed. 'You act like I had caught you with a porn magazine or something. Why haven't you tried new spells?'

'Sir…servants like me can't use magic.' Remus looked at him surprised by the question.

'What?'

'House elves are the exception but magic is forbidden for most creatures used as servants. We are not allowed to cast magic or learn it. Maybe they fear a rebellion or something.'

'…'

'Are you angry with me, Sirius?'

'Let me see if I understand. You have been doing all the housework without using magic because it is forbidden?'

'Yes.'

'When I order you to clean my clothes, you actually wash it? By hand, with water and soap and that cleaning crap?! No Evanesco or any other spell? You clean the fifth floor windows using a ladder, not levitating?! What the fuck Lupin?!'

'Sorry.'

'Shut up, you don't need to apologise, idiot.' Sirius snapped at his servant.

How could he not realize something that was so obvious? The poor boy was all worn out at the end of the day because he did very single task by hand. No magic! He wasn't expecting that. Just assumed Lupin would complete all his tasks and never wondered how.

'Maybe I should give him a day or so, he has earned it by working hard,' he thought.

'Well, want to go?' Sirius asked casually.

'Huh?'

'To the museum.'

'I'd love to!' answered the servant dropping his cheerfulness a little. 'I know it's no place for people like me, but it would still be nice to think that one day I may go.'

'Go dress in something cute. We are going today.' Sirius ordered him.

Remus remained in place, he was used to his master's jokes when he offered him something and then laughed at him. He did not mind, but neither wanted to follow the joke to the point of really believing it.

'What are you waiting for? See these tickets, we will go. That's an order, you better be ready in twenty minutes or I will cancel everything.'

'Thank you, Sirius! You are the best master!' Remus exclaimed as he stood up.

He ran excitedly to the cupboard to get ready. Sirius was already well presented, he could wear a potato sack and still look like he had just come out of a fashion show. He had been simply born elegant. He waited for Remus at the living room and the servant emerged from the cupboard with an anguished look. Now what?

'I'm sorry, Sirius but I think I can't go with you.'

'What? Why not?'

'Well…you told me to wear something cute...and…I don't have anything. At least not something that will not embarrass you in public. I'm sorry.'

Sirius looked at him from head to toe, Remus was wearing another outfit— less ragged and shabby than the clothes he had been wearing before. He softened a bit by noticing that Remus had made the effort to look better. Sirus led his servant to the car.

'Just listen carefully, when we are outside you are not allowed to wander on your own, you must remain by my side. Never leave with strangers. And it is very important that you let me know if you recognize a Death Eater. We are going to a very secured place, but is important to warn you to be cautious. Understood?'

'Yes, Sirius.'

They left and Remus couldn't believe his good luck

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