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Log 3

Remus stared up at the white ceiling, sighing for the umpteenth time that night. He had lain awake the whole night waiting for his reclusive lover to arrive home. He glanced over at the red digital clock on the nightstand, watching as the time flicked to 3:56 am. He suddenly heard the door to their small apartment open almost silently and close with a small 'swish' in the other room.

He got up to confront his lover when he heard footsteps heading towards his bedroom door. He impulsively dove back into bed, pulling the covers over him and feinting sleep. He heard the door open and a small stream of light flittered across his closed eyes. He heard the scuffling of feet and a chair being moved next to his bed.

Remus nearly gasped when he felt soft lips brush against his own. He felt the longing radiating off his lover as the other man broke the gentle kiss, settling himself into the chair. Has he been doing this every night without my knowing? Remus wondered curiously. Sirius's voice whispered into the darkness,

"You really are mad at me this time, huh? I mean with me being stupid and impulsive all the time, I can see why… Heh, just think if you woke up and caught me doing this, me, Sirius Black, talking to you while you sleep, not having the balls to wake you up and ask for forgiveness? Resorting to sitting in this chair every night and staring at you, wishing to be in your arms?" Sirius laughed sorrowfully, "You would probably laugh at me, wouldn't you? You would probably say how much of a big baby I'm acting…"

Remus inwardly gasped as he heard the tell-tale sobbing of Sirius beside him.Sirius never cried, not even when Lily and James died, he had always acted so strong and care-free…

Sniffle. "I do not deserve you…I will never…deserve you…it was my entire fault that we lost Lily and James…I…I don't want to lose you either, I don't know…what I would do if you started to hate me, if you…ever left me…"

Remus felt Sirius's hand caress his cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. Remus battled inwardly with himself, I should comfort him! But…what if he hates me for eavesdropping like this…I feel like I'm betraying him by listening to this… Remus felt Sirius's lips kiss him again faintly and made up his mind. He reached up, grabbing the dark-haired man, pulling him down for a searing kiss.

Sirius's body tensed as he realized what was going on. Remus had been awake…how long…how much had he heard? He lost his train of thought and his worry when Remus ran his tongue over his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Sirius shivered and complied, feeling the warm muscle rub and tease his own. He moaned softly as he climbed on top of the other man, straddling his hips. He ran his fingers through Remus's dirty blonde hair, reveling in the feelings expressed in the kiss.

Remus broke the kiss, gasping for air as he rested his head back against his pillow. He gazed up at the dark, loving eyes that belonged to Sirius and Sirius alone, he sighed,

"I'm sorry…for, you know…listening…" Remus whispered softly, breaking eye-contact and turning his head to the side.

Sirius leaned down, licking at the exposed neck presented to him, before biting down sharply, causing Remus to gasp and writhe. Sirius instantly started licking at the sore spot before pulling away to admire his handiwork. He smiled slightly, "I meant every word of what I said you know, and, I'm sorry for how I acted before…you forgive me?" He asked, nuzzling his head into his lover's neck, inhaling his scent deeply and shuddering as he waited for a response.

Remus sighed, running his fingers through the dark locks above him, thinking. He sighed; he had been won over as soon as Sirius had started talking to him. He laughed softly, "I forgive you, you stupid mutt. Just don't ever do that again…" He wrapped his arms around Sirius's waist, thrusting his hips up, grinning as he felt the man's erection above him, "Now, how about we deal with this other problem, shall we?" He murmured lustily into the man's ear, before pushing the man off of him and pinning him beneath him.

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Harry yawned and stretched as he walked into the tiny kitchenette, pulling open the fridge to peer inside. He pulled out a carton of milk, closing the door with his foot. He scratched his stomach as he stifled another yawn. He poured himself a glass and made his way towards his guardian's room.

He opened the door slightly, poking his head inside. The sight in front of him warmed his heart.

Remus was holding Sirius lovingly in his arms as they lay together, flushed against each other. It was obvious from the state of the bed that they had been up all night, probably "making up for lost time". Harry laughed happily, pleased that they had finally gotten back together. In all truth, he felt as if it was his fault they had been split apart. If he hadn't had all those nightmares all the time, then he wouldn't have had to go back into counseling, and if he hadn't of had to start counseling again, they wouldn't have fought over the psychiatrist, and if they hadn't fought over the psychiatrist, then they wouldn't have broken up. All of this revolved around it being Harry's fault. He shook his head slightly, to clear this depressing thought and pulled his head out, closing the door again with a soft 'click'.

He walked back into the kitchen, sitting down at the little wooden table and drinking more of his milk. He groaned as he looked up at the clock, realizing that he had another boring session with Snape in an hour. He gulped down the rest of his milk, putting it in the sink for him to take care of later.

He rushed back into his room and hastily put together an outfit and walking into the bathroom, running the water for a "quick" shower that usually lasted twenty to thirty minutes.

After he had washed up and gotten dressed he had only fifteen minutes left to get to the office on time. He rushed into the living room, pulling on a grey hoodie and his tennis shoes in rapid succession. He ripped a piece of paper, scribbling a quick note to Sirius and Remus about his whereabouts for when they awoke. He went into the kitchen and placed it on the table, placing the salt shaker above it so that it didn't blow away.

He opened the door to the apartment as silently as possible, knowing that Remus had the keenest of senses and he didn't want to wake the man so early in the morning. He took the stairs down to the first floor, waving goodbye to the man behind the desk and taking off at a fast jog down the street.

He stepped into the lobby of the building firm, sighing heavily as he realized that he would have to take the elevators again. He gathered his strength and pushed the button, shivering as the metal doors parted. He took a tentative step into the elevator and pressed the button for the psychiatrist's office, he jumped forward as the door suddenly started to close on him. He huddled into the corner of the elevator again as the machine started to rise. He focused intently on regulating his breathing and keeping his pulse normal, so far he was doing fine.

Halfway during the ride the elevator started shaking horribly, shattering Harry's relative calm. He had started hyperventilating before the elevator had come to a complete stop, and Harry scrambled out as the doors parted far enough for him to squeeze through. He finally got out of the square, metal deathtrap, only to run smack into someone and fall back onto his arse.

He rubbed the front of his head, groaning softly, "I'm sorry…I uh, I wasn't paying attention…" He looked up at the person and groaned louder.Snape glared down at him, obviously perturbed at Harry's smashing entrance, "Well, hello Mr. Potter. I will be back shortly for our session, so make yourself comfortable in the lobby until I return." He motioned towards the lobby as he pressed the button for the elevator again.

As the doors opened up, Harry scrambled to his feet, dusting himself off quickly while scrambling backwards away from the metal deathtrap. He noticed the confused look he was getting from the psychiatrist and rushed even faster into the lobby, collapsing into a seat.

The blonde receptionist looked up from her paperwork, staring worriedly at him, "Are you okay, Harry?" she asked.Harry nodded slowly with his hand on his chest, trying to regulate his breathing again. He smiled slightly after it was in relative control, "Thank you for your concern, miss." He replied gratefully.

The lady looked up again, "Oh, call me Fleur. Miss makes me sound so old..." she giggled softly, "But anyways, you're welcome. Would you like a bottle of water? You look slightly dehydrated." She asked politely.

He jumped up as she leaned down under her desk and pulled out a plastic bottle of water. He smiled his thanks as he took the offered item and drank greedily. After he downed the bottle in two goes he pitched it in the trash can, collapsing back into his seat to wait for the doctor who still hadn't arrived yet.

He sat deep in thought for the next minute or so when a loud voice interrupted his thoughts.

"WHERE IS HE?!" the voice shouted.

Harry shot up out of his seat, staring at the enraged teen in front of him. Harry recognized him as the teen he saw from his first time here. The boy was even worse for wear than the last time; his black hair was matted and strung out in all different direction while his eyes had the look of a crazy man ready to kill. His breath reeked even worse of alcohol and now had the after stench of tobacco.

Harry backed away slowly, shaking his head. The man screamed and lunged at him, tackling him to the ground and shaking him by the collar of his shirt,"I know you know where that traitor is! You're hiding him aren't you? You like him too, don't you?! You want to take him away from me! Well I won't let you, I WON'T LET YOU!" the teen rambled incoherently, shaking him even harder.

Fleur rushed out from behind her desk, trying to pry the young man off of Harry, "Neil, stop this! Harry hasn't done anything to you, let him go!" she pleaded.

This seemed to only enrage the teen even more. He flung her off of him, turning around to face the woman, "How dare you! You are helping the traitor, too? Well, then you must pay as well!" He raised his fist.

Harry reacted instantly and jumped up, grabbing Neil from behind. He tackled the man to the floor and punched a solid blow to his lower jaw.

Neil lashed out with his foot, kicking Harry under the ribs and knocking the air out of him while sending him sprawling onto his back. He climbed on top of Harry, pinning his hands underneath his knees and started punching his face relentlessly.

Blood spurted from his nose as the fists rained down onto his face. The torrent of attacks paused briefly, and Harry tried to counterattack only to have Neil's hands grip his throat tightly, cutting off his air supply.

Harry gasped as breathing became increasingly difficult. He struggled vainly, lashing out with his feet only to hit air. His vision blurred and the room started to spin, his body shutting down from lack of oxygen.

Suddenly, the pressure around his neck dissipated and he could breathe again. He gulped in deep amounts of air, truly grateful for the invisible matter. He heard Snape's voice from across the room but couldn't make out what he was saying, only that from the tone he was using that he was extremely mad.

Harry groaned as someone tried to lift his head up off the ground. He winced as a cold solution was placed against his cut bottom lip, stopping the bleeding and disinfecting it. A bag of ice was placed over his bruised right eye.

He struggled slightly, "Who's…?"he asked softly.

Fleur replied softly, "It's me. Severus is dealing with Neil right now in the other room. Thank you for protecting me, it really means a lot. So, in return for your kindness, I am tending to your wounds." She pressed the napkin more firmly to his lip, making sure the medicine entered all of the cuts.

Harry relaxed and nodded slightly, "It was no problem…really…" He mumbled through the napkin.

The door to Snape's office burst open and Neil was shoved out of the office, Snape following out from behind him, "Get out now, Neil." Snape stated icily, glaring at the black-haired teen.

"B-But Severus! I-I need you, you're mine! You can't ditch me like this!" Neil pleaded, gripping onto the front of the older man's shirt.

Severus gripped the back of his head, detaching him from his person, "No, get out of my sight and don't come back. I will call the police if I see you anywhere near this establishment. Now, goodbye." They had reached the door to the hallway and Snape opened the door, pushing the distressed teen through, before slamming the door shut in his face. He locked the door as the teen started beating on the other side, shouting for him to be let back in.

Snape turned around making his way to Harry who was still strewn out on the floor, "How are you feeling?" He asked, kneeling down next to him.

Harry groaned, "What do you think?" He grit out, feeling suddenly angry towards the other man.

To his surprise the older man chuckled softly, smiling slightly down at him, "Well, I see that you aren't too wounded to realize that you have to stay mad at me." He said. He looked over at Fleur who was wiping the excess blood off of the younger teens face, "Fleur, would you please go and contact Harry's guardians and inform them of this predicament? I would like them to come pick him up in case of another run in. Neil does not give up easily, I'm afraid." said Snape, watching the lady nod her head and get up, handing him the bloody towel. He took it reluctantly, making a face at it.

"I do not have any diseases, Snape." Harry muttered, noticing the man's reaction.

Snape scoffed, pressing the towel to Harry's bleeding nose, "Yeah, sure." he replied.

After another couple of minutes, Harry felt the pounding in his head lessen and he took the towel from the man's grasp and sat up, wavering as the rush of unbalance washed over him. He wobbled slightly before steadying himself. He felt the blood leave his face as he looked at the room. Blood was splattered everywhere, he felt queasy to his stomach as memories bubbled into his mind.

Harry was sitting, strapped to a chair as his parents were dragged into the room by two ugly-looking brutes, unconscious and bleeding heavily. He stared in shock as they were tied to two chairs across from him. He screamed and thrashed against his restraints trying to go to his parent's aid,

"Let me go, Tom. Let me go! I have to help them, they're dying!" He shouted as said man walked into the room.

Tom laughed, walking over to face him, "Of course they're dying, it's their punishment for taking you away from me…" He brushed the back of his hand against Harry's cheek only to have him shy away from his touch. He glared and
slapped the boy's cheek, smiling at the small whimper that escaped his lips.

He stood up slowly, turning his back on Harry to face his new victims. He strode over, pulling out a knife from his pocket, "So, Harry dear. How would you like them to die?" Tom asked, running his thumb across the blade.

He heard the boy start to struggle again and laughed, "So you want them to suffer? I could kill them slowly, it is always exhilarating to watch the light fade from their eyes…"

"Don't! They don't deserve to die, this is just between you and me, you and me Tom. Kill me and let them go!" Harry screamed.

Tom sighed and shook his head, "Sorry Harry, since you won't decide, I'll just do the deciding for you." He pulled on Lily's hair, pressing the blade to her throat. He glanced back at Harry who now had his eyes firmly shut and face turned away, "Oh Harry, I'm doing this all for you and you don't even have the courtesy to watch?" He nodded his head over to one of the goons standing off to the corner of the room.

The man walked over, gripping the boy's chin and forcing his eyelids open.

Tom grinned and turned his attention back to the boy's mother, pressing the blade harder against her exposed skin, breaking it. Blood trickled down her neck and some dripped onto the floor, "Ready Harry? They're going to die for you."

Tom raised the blade, before slashing downwards…

Harry was jarred out of the memory as intense pain erupted on the side of his cheek. He stared, wide-eyed at Snape who was looming over him with an inquiring/worried look on his face, "Are you alright now?" he asked tenderly.

Harry nodded slowly, rubbing his cheek dimly, "Did you slap me?" he asked.

"Yes, you were unresponsive to everything else. I was calling your name and shaking you but you wouldn't come out of whatever memory you were obviously remembering." Snape stated, extending his hand towards the man.

Harry accepted , being pulled shakily to his feet. He struggled to maintain his balance as he walked over to one of the clean chairs, collapsing down into it while rubbing the bridge of his nose.

The door to the office burst open as two extremely pissed guardians rushed in.

"WHERE THE HELL IS THE MAN THAT HURT MY GODSON?!" Sirius shouted, looking around the office. When he didn't find his intended target, he lunged at the next best thing, Snape, "WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU WHEN HARRY WAS BEING ATTACKED?! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT HIM, YOU BASTARD!" He lunged at the man only to be stopped by two strong arms encircling his waist and holding him back.

"Sirius! You need to calm down! It's not Severus's fault! You should be more worried about Harry!" Remus said into his ear, effectively calming the man down.

Sirius broke away, rushing over to kneel in front of his godson, checking the wounds that lined his face. He growled deep in his throat, faintly running his fingers over the large welt on Harry's left temple, "I'm so sorry Harry, I should have come with you, I would have been able to prevent this." Sirius muttered, defeated.

Harry shook his head, hugging the dark-haired man tightly, "It wasn't your fault, it was no one's really, he just got the upper hand was all. I would have beaten him if he hadn't of pinned my hands." Harry reassured solemnly.

Sirius nodded slowly and backed away so Remus could look him over as well. Even though the other man didn't show it, Sirius could tell that the man was even more enraged then he was, although he did better to hide it. His eyes held back all emotions except for worry which was shining through brightly.

Snape walked over to stand next his secretary, watching the exchange in front of him. He watched in silence as he mulled over the new information he had gleaned from Harry while he was in the trance.

Harry had been repeating a person's name over and over as if in a mantra. Tom. That much he had understood from the random muttering. He sighed, he had been seeing the young man for over a week and the only information he had obtained was from Remus and when the patient was lost in memories and muttering to himself. He shook his head, he needed to try harder to get the man to trust him. Hopefully this fiasco helped with that. I mean, what else is the best way to gain trust than to save the person's life?

He snapped out of his thoughts when he realized that Remus was trying to tell him something, "Um, what?"

Remus sighed and rolled his eyes, "I wanted to express my gratitude for saving Harry. He filled us in on what happened." He then looked over at Fleur, "And I would like to thank you for tending to his wounds afterwards, you did a very good job from what I could tell." He bowed his head slightly in respect before turning around to his two charges, "Alright you two, let's go visit the doctor's again and get Harry cleaned up enough to actually be able to look at him without gagging." He stated, chuckling slightly.

Harry groaned, "I don't want to go to those people, they make me feel sick every time they touch me." He muttered darkly.

Remus shook his head, patting him on the back, "Sorry mate, you're going and that's final." He said firmly.

Sirius walked over to Snape while the other two men started to bicker back and forth. He stared at Snape for a long while before muttering a chaste "Thank you" and scurrying away to push the two men out of the office.

Snape stared after him, mouth gaping slightly, Well, what do you know, hell does freeze over… He thought, amused.

After the trio had left his office he turned on his heel and headed back into his office, shouting back towards his secretary, "Fleur! I want this all cleaned and tidied up by tomorrow!" He closed the door to his office.

Fleur groaned, throwing her hands in the air, "Men!" she shouted.

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TBC

Author's Notes:

Alrighty then, here's the 3rd chapter of The Logs! I felt our lovely mutt couple hadn't gotten enough justice in this story so yeah, here's their nice and mushy part, lol.

Well, review and tell me what you think, please! I love reviews, they are my motivation!

Oh, and P.S.- Thanks to all the people who have reviewed my story, I continue writing because of you people!

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