Baaaaack in the past... and if you've notice... the end is a bit abrupt because I got bored and had run out of words... I'm v tired... zzzzz

Enjoy... or not :P

I entered my house and paced across the hallway to the kitchen. I never greeted my parents when I got in. Partially because I hated them, and partially because I never told them when I went in the first place. Though, usually, when they noticed me, they'd lecture me about half-bloods and drag dark looks behind me until I locked myself in my room. This didn't happen today. The whole house consumed by an eerie silence. I smiled; glad that I could relax and think about the day I'd spent with Remus in Muggle London, without anything obscuring my thoughts.

But my peacefulness was short come. As I crept my way towards the table, I noticed a newspaper lying flat, page opened to the headline: Black Family's Dark Disgrace. It showed a moving photo of me, with Remus pinned to the ground as I furiously kissed his beautiful face. This was not good. How had anyone found out? How had anybody managed to get pictures?

Then it struck me. This can't have been a reporter – they wouldn't have been allowed on the school grounds, especially seen as this had been clearly taken in our dorm (the day that the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Quidditch match had occurred, earlier in the year). It must have been someone close. Close enough to know about us but far enough away to do this. Snape – The article clearly victimised Remus, when the feeling we had was more than mutual, meaning he was the only answer. I had to tell him; to warn him of what was to come.

It took me 20 minutes to reach his house, running at full belt as my animagus. I burst through his front door, changing back and spluttering.

"Moony! It's Snively, he's –"

He surged towards me, throwing himself into my arms and clinging to me like ivy. His eyes spouting, he attempted to bite my shoulder to stop himself wailing into my ear. My despicable parents appeared from a door way, closely followed by Remus' father. They disgusted me - The lot of them.

"What's this?" my father bellowed at me, forcing the Daily Prophet into my face.

I stared defiantly into his soulless eyes. "What do you think it is?"

He marched himself forward until he was towering over me. Remus shook and slid behind me, part of his face redden in the shape of a hand. I was positive it was my father's doings.

"This, my "son" – if you have the right to be called that anymore – is the reputation of the whole Black family, destroyed by your idiotic actions."

I let out a loud yelp of laughter and spat in his face, ripping the newspaper from his tight grasp.

"This, my "father" – if you have the right to be called that anymore – is the workings of a greasy little twerp, believed by your idiotic mind."

I got great pleasure tearing the story slowly in half and watching it transform back into an article about a set of highly priced wands that had been stolen and successfully retrieved at a later date.

My father stuttered, his faced glowing a violent red. He grabbed my shoulder in an iron grasp and shook me.

"IT DOESN'T MATTER THAT THE WORLD DOESN'T KNOW! YOU'RE STILL A DISGRACE – WE HEARED IT ALL!"

Remus began to cry even harder. "I'm sorry... I didn't know what to do."

I turned to him and cradled his trembling body.

"It's ok, it's ok. Don't worry about it. Everything will be fine."

He lifted his head and looked at me with his wonderful blue eyes, blurred by layer after layer of tears. If only my father had looked into these astonishing creations that could obliterate even the coldest planet with one simple glance - his icy heart would be shattered into a million ugly shards. I swept his chaotic hair out of his face and lifted his chin to mine, opening my mouth slightly to kiss him.

"Crucio!"

I bolted back. It felt like a horse had kicked me in the mouth and smashed all my teeth in. Then, the sensation ripped through the rest of my body. I screamed and screamed and collapsed to the floor. I could see Remus' horror stricken face. He knelt beside me and locked our hands together.

"Don't give up, dear God, don't give up."

My body convulsed and my skin began to burn. I roared. I couldn't take it. This awful torture was what criminals deserved, not 16 year old boys. Yet, the wand was still pointed at me, the gleam of triumph glittering in the monster's grin. With all my might, I pulled myself up and rested my limp body on Remus, letting him clasp his arms around me.

"What are you doing? He's your son! Does that mean nothing to you? I swear, if he'd dead..."

The words became hazy in my ears. I couldn't make out what everyone was saying, through the pain that was shattering my body. All I could make out were the loud shouts of my father and Remus. Suddenly, they stopped and I heard loud clunking feet stumble.

"Nice punch, Remi." I strained out. He flung his arms around me and squeezed me tight. "Leave that till later..."

I slipped out of consciousness to ease the pain.