We're back in the past now... Yay much ^ ^...

Oh, and the "plate of death" is a pun sort of thing on death eaters - just telling you now bacause Andraste didn't get it first until I explained it and I'm not sure if all of you will aswell :S

Enjoy :D

He'd lain on the bed – His lips slightly parted and drawing me in as they had done for the most part of my adolescent life so far. Not that I'd wanted to hurt Remus, I just thought that one kiss wouldn't hurt: I'd wanted to see how they felt – if it was anything like I'd always imagined. But when he'd woken with a start, I didn't know what to do. I'd misplaced his trust and feared: for our friendship; for a place to call home. He'd hugged me and giggled. We agreed to never speak of it again.

Remus hadn't talked to me all day. The most we'd actually communicated from the moment we'd settled ourselves on the train to the start of the feast was the occasional icy glance he'd thrown me across the large chasm that had opened between us. What's worse was that now, he was talking in hushed voices to the "almighty" Lily Evans, who had already managed to snatch one man from under my nose and seemed to be threatening to make it two.

I leant across the table and subtly placed my hand on his, staring hopefully at his delicate face. But his eyes refused to meet mine.

"Moony, are you alright?"

"I'm absolutely fine." He snarled and attempted to snatch his hand back.

I clutched onto it, refusing to let go "No, you're not. Seriously, what's wrong? I can't do anything about it if you don't tell me."

"If he says he's fine, he's fine." Lily butted in "So leave it, Sirius."

"Stop sticking your nose into places they don't belong, Evans. This has nothing to do with you."

"It has everything to do with me – you kissed my boyfriend!" She hissed.

I ignorantly looked to James.

"Would you care to put a muzzle on your bitch?"

The whole group stared with awestricken faces – including Wormtail who had managed to stop stuffing himself for a moment, in order to gawk at me with a mouth full of half-chewed food.

"Now, I'm trying to have a private conversation here. If it wouldn't take too much effort, I'd be glad if you all could butt out of it."

Remus slapped me. Hard. It wasn't enough to draw tears, but enough to make a loud, crisp sound that rippled through the Great Hall, turning the heads of everyone in it.

"STOP ACTING ALL SUPERIOR - YOU'RE NO BETTER THAN YOUR PARENTS!"

His eyes had a hint of wild rage in them, tamed slightly by the mad quivering that shook his whole body. I slid my food across the table and stepped from my place, turning to march toward the doors.

"Oh... I'm sorry, Remus – I'd almost forgotten."

I braked and spun onto my heel.

"Dumbledore, a plate of your finest Death – medium rare – if you would be so kind. And Snively ... he's all yours!"

Before anyone could shout at me, I'd rushed round out of the doors and to the Gryffindor common room, but refused entrance due to the fact a new password was required. I did try to change it to "Remus Lupin is a pompous twat" but the portrait deemed it inappropriate. So I spent what I would have been the whole of the feast, sat awkwardly outside, waiting for someone important to come and let me in.

When the Gryffindors finally did arrive, no one spoke to me. They barely even looked at me, for that matter, all muttering between themselves. It really didn't bother me if I was honest – I was used to being dismissed by my parents, my close family, my distant family and (as lowly as it was) the house elf, so this didn't seem to stand out as anything greatly significant. Though, it made the air in the room slightly cold and unsettling, and I thought it better that I reside in my dorm as not to make the situation worse.

Prongs was the first to come up, brow slightly wrinkled – stressed more than angry. He dropped himself beside me and let out a sigh.

"I'm sorry about Lily. I can understand why she's angry at you, I would be too if I was in her situation, but she's taking this a bit far – turning Moony on you as well."

I patted his back.

"It's ok... and she has every right to be... you have every right to be... he has every right to be... I just... didn't think that the abortion of our friendship would be over something as meaningless as that."

"It's not completely shattered. We'll be able to work something out, I'm sure of it."

"And if we can't?"

"Don't look at it like that, Pads. We will. Moony really cares for you. I'm positive that if we don't sort it out, he will."

I bit my lip.

"So you..."

He laughed "Yeah, I know. Lily told me – when she catches wind of something, her mouth opens and closes like there's no tomorrow. I'll tell you that for nothing."

I grinned. "You're a good person, I hope you know that."

I couldn't sleep all that night, my mind swimming with thoughts, each as malicious and painful as the last. It would latch itself to the most scaring and hurtful ones, until they'd reduced me to a weeping ball of duvet. When I was certain everyone was sleeping, I slid out of bed and to the window. The landscape was so sweet; so serene, dusted with moonlight and sparkling into my eyes. You could see each blade of grass dance in the light breeze; each tree sway to an unheard tune. I yanked open the curtain and watched the crisp, silver light pour into the room and slither onto Remus' empty bed. He must have still been below me, in the common room. I carefully sneaked down the steps and, much as I'd expected, he was asleep on the sofa, the dying fire illuminating his face. I laughed to myself – he was always so sure of what was right, trying to be the most confident and extraordinary person he could be, but didn't understand how vulnerable and fragile he really was. I lifted his dainty body and carried him back up the stairs to the dorm. The fresh moonlight scattered over his face and his sleeping body flinched in shock and clung to my neck, used to the dire consequences such a strong shine usually retained. But it wasn't full, and he continued to slumber peacefully. I crept toward his bed and lowered him into it. He was beautiful laced in silver; more beautiful than anyone knew; than anyone would know. I slowly brushed his glowing hair off his face and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"I love you, Rems. I'm sorry that I'm such an idiot."

"I love you too, Siri." He mumbled in his sleep.