We're back in the "present" again... This is a scene we created before Sirius flees to Europe, taking our lovely Remus with him... It was initally going to have them leaving aswell... but we got a bit carried away with the whole argument... so sorry, but you'll have to wait for Chapter 7 for that ;)

I was stirred from my well needed sleep at about 8am by Remus' fidgeting body. It felt so nice to finally being able to sleep in a proper bed, in a proper house. Even if it was the house that my despicable parents brought me up in; the bed that they'd shared; the concept I'd spent so many years trying to defy with all my might; breaking the vow I'd made so long ago. I didn't let it bother me – we'd be gone by mid afternoon. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep as he planted a delicate kiss on my cheek, coaxing me back into a wonderful dream world.

Sometime later, I was woken by his tender lips pressing against mine. I opened my groggy eyes to a Remus shaped haze, only just able to see the line of his lips draw into a full smile.

"Morning, Sunshine. I'm making you breakfast and a bath, so get up quickly." He whispered.

I grunted and rolled over. He was too cheerful in the mornings. Just – like – a – child. If I were to be honest, it made me feel slightly queasy. I was not a "Mornings Person" – never had been and never would be.

My head hit the floor with a loud BANG and forced me to tumble into reality once more. I was dripping wet, my hair plaited like a little girl, being pulled by the ankle across the freezing wooden floor.

"What the fuck was that for? I was asleep!" I winged.

He stopped for a moment and turned to me with a scornful glare.

"Four times I tried to wake you up. Four - times! This was my last resort."

I grinned at him nervously. He looked like he was going to kill something – a side of him I'd only seen on a few occasions.

"Now, are you going to get up or will I have to drag your naked body up these stairs and throw you into the bath myself?"

"Could you carry me, maybe?"

"No!"

I stood up and turned around.

"Could you at least pull the splinters out of my back?"

I climbed the stairs and into the bathroom, my head still aching from the fall. The bath was full, the clear water sparking in the light. I lifted my leg and dipped my toes in. The cold snapped at my foot. I grimaced.

"Remus, you made me a cold bath?"

I heard his footsteps as they stormed towards where I was, shaking the whole house. His eyes burned with fury, cutting through mine.

"You are such a kid – You should have enjoyed it when I made it!"

He pushed me over and sent me flying into the freezing water. It lapped up around my face, cascading into my awestricken mouth. He was pissed ... Really, really pissed. I hadn't meant to hurt him. I hadn't wanted to insult his fragile heart. But, what worried me most was that I'd actually made him angry, that he seemed to be slowly becoming a monster like me. In any normal situation in the past, my Remus would have simply cried until I gave in and let me tend to him until he bloomed back into the beautiful rose he was. Yet this once, the frost had gotten to his petals and I'd watched each fall off, one by one, until they lay in flimsy pieces in my cruel hands. I stroked the plaits that he'd carefully constructed while I slept. What had he become? What had I destroyed?

I peered into the kitchen. It was empty. He had to be somewhere. A sigh came from the lounge and I crept warily towards it. He was sat on the sofa, tapping his foot ferociously on the ground. I carefully slid my arms around his neck – afraid he might bite – and nuzzled my head against his. He left it for a bit and then shook me off. I feared for us. He had a pistol ready to my chest, threatening to blow my heart to bits with one wrong move, knowing how I worked, what would destroy me most. His words, his actions were more terrifying than any Dementor's kiss; more powerful than any charm or spell.

"Go and eat your breakfast." He said in a long breath, standing and moving towards me.

My hands trembled. I longed to tell him I was sorry, to make it up.

"No, ca-"

I choked on my words. I wanted to speak, but the words refused to slide out. It would have sounded like plain rejection to anyone who wasn't me.

He exploded right in front of my eyes, screaming and yelling. And finally, he hurtled a fist towards my face. I grabbed him and pushed him against the wall with all my force.

"LOOK AT YOU!" I bellowed "WHAT ARE YOU? WHAT DID YOU DO ... WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MOONY? THE MOONY I KNEW? The ... the ... the ... the Moony that loved me whatever I did ... however foolish and ignorant I was ... I want ... I just want ... want... want him back ... I want him beside me ... he's my ... my world ... my ... my everything ..."

I loosened my grasp and kissed is frozen lips, not looking into his eyes that would surely tear my very being to tiny shreds and leave me a tired mess on the floor. His face moistened mine. Maybe he was finally back to himself; back to the man that I loved so dearly. Still, I didn't draw away, from fear of this world that we had created collapsing under the weight of my selfishness.

"I love you, Siri... More than you'll ever know..." his voice quivered through floods of tears.