Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is the mastermind, and all of the characters belong to her.

A/N: So, how many of you are worried about Remus? I mean he just had his jugular ripped by Fenrir Greyback, I hate that wolf.

Chapter 31

December 1978

I was sitting in the chair to the right of the bed the healers had put Remus in while Sirius was sitting on its left edge. My hands were handing in front of me, longing to reach out to touch my pale, too, too pale lover. The Healers had said he would be fine, he would be fine, but as I listened to the too slow, too, too slow beep of the machines that monitored his vitals, I feared. I feared that I was going to loose him, and I knew I could never loose him. Sirius had his body positioned so that if anyone looked in they wouldn't see him holding our husband's hand, he would just look like a concerned friend. The ache that was spreading through my chest told me that this wasn't just some friend, and I knew when Sirius reached to rub his own chest, that he was feeling it to.

"I want to kill Fenrir," I whispered when I saw the twitches in Remus' face that were usually assosiated with a nightmare. He was in a coma, the force he had used in his efforts to keep Fenrir's teeth away from his neck had given him a slight swelling in the brain. The healer's said that it was fixed, he was still in the state because his body needed time to adjust to the healing, not because it wasn't healed.

"I've wanted to kill Fenrir for a very long time," Sirius replied. I looked at him in shock. We'd been in the room for a few hour, and I had attempted to draw him into several conversations. My attempts had reached deaf ears, I was not using the word dead in this place. "If it wasn't for Fenrir we wouldn't need to hide, he'd fight. Fenrir took his childhood, nearly took his education, and now he's taking us...you from us." He slipped back into silence, but I didn't stop watching him. The muscle's in his jaw twitched as he fought to not say something, "I know I can't ask you James." He finally relented and looked away from us both.

"You can ask me," I argued, my voice chocking on emotions I had been fighting for a month.

"It won't change a damn thing," Sirius snarled, "You're marrying her, and that' that."

"I haven't asked you if you want to be my best man yet," I mumbled not knowing anything else to say. Sirius turned back to look at me so quickly, and his eyes flashed with too many emotions to list. I knew that was the wrong thing to say, but it was too late. The only thing I could do was flick my wand so that we could have some privacy as he started to yell.

"How the fuck can you ask me that?" He started. "I mean, first off you should know that of course both of us will do what we have to, but really! You're asking me to be okay with giving you to her, well I'm not, and I don't want the job. I'll take it because it is what I need to do to keep him safe." He pointed a long finger at our injured love. "Doesn't mean I want to, your mine, you were mine first. So is he, you were his first, and he was mine first, and we were yours first! To ask me that in our flat would have upset me, but you dared to do it here? Our lover, our husband, our MATE, is lying on a bed in a comma, and neither one of us believed that healer. That sound," he pointed to the beeping machine beside me, "is coming too slowly. I know Remus' heartbeat better than that machine, or that healer. His heart doesn't beat that slow when he is sleeping, when he is recovering from a full moon. That doesn't sound good to me, and it only serves to increase my fears. I'm afraid I'm going to lose him, and you think it's okay to ask me if I want to be your best man? No, I bloody well don't! You shouldn't need to have one!"

"I don't want to marry her," I said slowly. "I don't want a wedding in a church, with tulips and blue daisies. I don't want flowers picked because they represent friendship, which is something she's doing so you two understand why there is going to be a wedding in the first place. Only he would catch that anyway!" I said, keeping my voice a lot lower than his shouts had been in, and rolling my eyes at the last part. It was true, she had done research to find out what flowers represented friendship instead of love, which only made me feel guilty. She should be allowed to plan a wedding that was because of love not because of friendship, and I should be allowed to have a commitment ceremony that took place in a forest like Remus wanted.

None of us were getting what we wanted nor deserved, and I wondered if the ministry even cared about the happiness that it was holding back from us. I wondered how many other couples were in this world hiding behind closed doors and false pretenses. I wondered if any of them said, "fuck you world," and dragged each other into sweet kisses across candle lit dinners, in restaurants. If some of them were fighting against what the rest of the world said and believed, and were putting rings on each others fingers to show the world they were taken. I wondered if some of them were going into pubs and clubs and holding each other, and fighting back when the world sent people to stop them. I hoped they were, I hoped that there were people out there showing the world that it could not always control us, and that we were going to be something it had to get used to.

"James," Lily said as she stuck her head into the still silenced hospital room. She smiled weakly at Sirius when he turned to look at who interrupted our fight, and he looked away quickly. I closed my eyes as I breathed in a deep breathe, walking towards her I had to pass him, and I leaned down to kiss his cheek. He turned even farther away, and I bit back the emotions the small gesture drew out of me.

"Love you Siri," I sighed, and he made a noise that was a little to unbelieving for my ears to handle. "Yeah Lils," I asked when we were outside of Remus' room. She jutted her chin in the direction behind me, and I turned around to see two people I had met once I thought, and though it had been a long time, I knew them.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I growled, manners be damned. These two didn't even know what the word meant. Locking your son in his room as though he was some animal was not manners. Using him as a slave as though he were a second class citizen was not manners. Lily put her hand on my arm in a gesture begging me to calm down, but I shook her off. "What are you doing here?" I demanded again when there silent looks had gone on long enough.

"We are his parents, and as such have more right to be here than you." Mr. King replied, and I had to wonder if somehow they knew what we were to each other.

"I don't think so," I growled. "I'm his family, we're his family. You are nothing but darkness from his past. Do you really think the strain of seeing you is what he needs right now?"

"James," Lily quietly reprimanded. I knew my voice was beginning to carry, but until one of the mediwitches looked between me and another patient, I didn't listen. I didn't care if I was being uncivil to these monsters, I did care if I was effecting any of those trying to recover. If I could hinder their progress it wasn't a stretch to believe I could hinder my lover's recuperation.

"We haven't seen him since he graduated," Mrs. King started.

"You didn't see him at his graduation," I corrected. "You haven't seen him since the summer before Sixth year, and don't act like you wanted to. He's told us everything, about being locked in his room, about having to be your slave. He is so much better than you ever allowed yourselves to see. I know why you let him go to school, so don't you dare act like you want to see him. I don't know why you are here, but you can leave, now." I barked the order, and spun away, praying they would listen, but not believing they would. "We've got company," I told Sirius in a sharp voice as I walked through the doors. I had barely sit down when Lily lead Mr. and Mrs. King inside Remus room.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Sirius asked as he stood up. Mr. King looked too much like Remus for him to even try and deny the boy. "What the fuck are they doing here?" Sirius asked spinning to look at me and pointing a finger at our lover's parents. "Why are they here?" He turned to Lily after I gave him a short shake of my head to indicate that I had no idea as the the answer of his question.

"We are his parents," Mrs. King answered, almost sweetly. I had to hold back a laugh when Sirius' eyes narrowed at the same time mine did. "We may not have been the best parents," she continued, "but we are his."

"Get out," Sirius growled, knowing that they wouldn't be listening. He knew me well enough to know that I would have told them to leave, and obviously they hadn't.

"Can we have a moment alone with him?" Mr. King asked, turning to Lily for the answer. Sirius and I were not having that. We jumped out of the places where we had taken seats, and marched so that we could tower over them. Something I could do with Mrs. King, but not exactly and easy task for Sirius with Mr. King. Remus was a good two inches, if not more, taller than we were now, some growing he had done after school had gotten out. This was just another thing that made him resemble his father.

"No you can't have a moment alone with him," Sirius started our argument.

"First off, he's in a coma, he can't hear you," I continued.

"Secondly, you'll only serve to upset him." Sirius added.

"We've both told you to leave, now I suggest you do so." I finished, I think Sirius had the same temptation I did, to jinx the pants off of these two idiots that didn't know what God had blessed them with. I knew what he had given me, and I would fight not only for my wolf's happiness, but for his protection as well. I had so wished to jump into that fight for him, to have it be my neck that Fenrir had ripped apart. He would have never allowed me to do that, but keeping his sperm-donor and carrier away from him, that I could do.

A cough from behind us, had Sirius and I spinning on our heels quicker then our anger had in the last twenty minutes. Remus' eyes were fluttering open, and in a flash we were knelling beside his bed chanting for him to wake up. I don't think either of us actually noticed that our hands automatically grabbed for his, as our other ones brushed across his face and forehead as we tried to sooth him to wakefulness. If Mrs. King's comment earlier hadn't been her telling me she knew what Remus, Sirius, and I were to each other, than our actions were proof enough to explain. The words that were flowing from our lips were definitely not those of concerned best friends. Especially since every few seconds we'd mutter something along the lines of "Come on love, come back to us," or, "you can do it baby, just open your eyes."

"Hey," He finally sighed as his chocolate eyes locked with my hazel. I exhaled the breathe I hadn't been aware I had time to hold, so thankful was I that finally he was awake. It had only been a few hours, but they were the worse few hours of my life. The night I had lost my parents I hadn't had time to be scared, I had gone from confused to pissed in the span of seconds. This night was fear, fear, and oh God please don't take him from me, heart gripping fear. He smiled when I echoed his greeting, and turned his head to the other side of the bed. As his eyes locked with Sirius' he sighed, "Hi."

"Hi," Sirius echoed, as he moved to kiss our lover's forehead. I wanted to feel my wolf's lips against mine, but I thought that would be too much for his parents. The kiss on his forehead they may make up excuses so that they could explain it away. They would never want it let out that their son was not only a werewolf, but was a gay werewolf in a polygamous relationship. No, the kiss on his forehead so that we could show him how happy we were he had woken up, perfectly okay, was not something they would be spreading anytime soon.

"What happened?" Remus asked as I moved up to take over the spot Sirius had vacated, making sure to breathe in his scent as my lips brushed over his forehead.

"What do remember?" Sirius asked, searching for how much we would have to divulge.

"I remember a wolf fight," Remus mumbled sleepily. "I remembered I challenged Greyback, but I don't remember who won." Sirius and I shared an uneasy look.

"Well baby," I started, "He was able to lead those other bastards out of Diagon Alley, and you're hooked up in a hospital," I explained as I brushed his knuckles against my lips. I knew I was pushing the Kings' limits, but I didn't really care. My relief in seeing my lover awake took over any logical thought.

"Remus," Lily said stepping to the foot of his bed and clearing her throat for our attention. Remus looked at her with a weak smile, and greeted her with his gravely voice. "Hi yourself, I'm very glad you're awake." She said returning the smile, though hers seemed to be a bit brighter, not as drowsy. "You have some visitors," She continued, and motioned for his so called parents to join her. Mine and Sirius' eyes narrowed at the movement, wishing they would just go as we'd asked them before they upset our lover.

"What," Remus gasped weakly when he saw who had come to see him. His glare was more piercing then mine and Sirius' had been. "What are you doing here?" I moved to stand so that I could force them from the room, but Remus clutched my hand tightly. It was still weakly compared to what he could do, but I got the message. I wasn't going anywhere that wasn't right by his side. "Didn't you get it? When I didn't come home for Christmas of Sixth Year? I'm done with you people, I won't be your second-class citizen slave anymore. I have people that have shown me what true, unconditional love is, and I don't need you in my life. How did you even know anyhow?" That was a question I hadn't actually thought to ask.

"When the mediwitches went to file the paper work your friend," Mrs. King said, the last word sounding forced, "filled out, they found a file already set up for you. Our contact information was in it, and they owled us." I had filled out that paper work hours ago, and I knew that meant the mediwitches had filed it hours ago. The look in Remus' eye as he studied my face told me that he knew what I was thinking.

"That would have gotten back to you hours ago," Remus stated my assumption in a smooth voice. "What were you doing in between the time you got the owl and showed up here? Debating the pros and cons of visiting your sick son?" He snapped the last two as though he scoffed at the very notion that they would think of him with the last word's title.

"No," Mrs. King rushed to assure him, but his raised eyebrow and disbelief and his father's nervous glancing around the room, showed her that no one was believing her. "Yes, I wanted to come see you, but your father." Remus scoffed at his mother's hast to throw someone else under the bus with her.

"You what dad?" Remus spat the last word. It broke my heart that he couldn't use the titles of the bonds in his family with anything less than venom lacing them. "You didn't want to show the Prophet that you were concerned with a vicious man-killing beast? Well don't worry, you don't have to. You can leave, and please don't come looking for a relationship or whatever. We're done, we have been for years." With the Kings hanging their heads in shame at their son's words, Sirius kissed Remus hand as he moved to stand up. Having extracted himself from our lover, Sirius nearly dragged his parent's out of the room.

A/N: Oh, Remus' parents just had to show up didn't they. Pathetic worthless bastards, how dare they treat sweet, kind, innocent Remus as though he was dirt. What do you guys think?