Taa daa... the next chapter... back in the good ol' "present"... Enjoy :D

The plane was hot and stuffy, each chair uncomfortably close the next, making every movement almost impossible without breaking something or knocking it over; worsened substantially by my tenseness. Although, I was slightly more pleased than I normally would be in this sort of situation, as Remus had nicely given me permission to let at least the front parts of my hair out – so I looked less like a broken art critic and more like Johnny Depp on a bad day. He sat beside me, delicately drawing figures of 8 in my loose palm with his middle finger, faintly tickling as he did so. My mind wandered: absorbed in dark thoughts; vain attempts to stifle the fear that was bubbling so violently within me.

A soft jab on my side stirred me and I turned to look at him, still somewhat lost in thought.

"What's up, Rems?"

He intertwined our hands and gazed deep into me with the blazing azure I loved so dearly.

"Pads, I think you should be a little nicer to Harry – You're all he has left in terms of a family and he needs caring for."

I sighed and nodded submissively.

"And well," he continued "We could have him back in the holidays, send him letters, maybe even tell him about us... our relationship... We could be a proper family – he could be a son to us and we could be parents to him. He might actually feel properly loved for the first time in his live. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

"So you want the Daily Prophet to have a field day, hmm? Even if they didn't latch themselves onto the fact that there was a 14 year old boy living with the man who supposedly killed his parents, I'm sure they'd have something to say about him living with a gay werewolf."

He turned sharply away.

"Thanks, Sirius, just wonderful to know what you think about me."

A little spike of guilt stabbed at my chest. I hated the feeling I got when I hurt him, but this time I had to endure it, otherwise he never would understand what the problem was. I lightly placed my hand on his shoulder and rubbed it comfortingly with my thumb.

"You know that's not how I see you; it's just what the newspapers will say – they've always had a thing about your kind. Anyway, have you ever seen me as the motherly sort?"

"You're not the only person in this world, you know." He growled, an extra tone reverberating in his voice, as if he were about to cry.

"Remus... Rems... Moony... Just listen... Please... It's not that I don't care... I just don't want to end up like my parents... I don't want to turn into something I hate; you hate... I don't want that for anyone..."

"So you'd rather he was definitely miserable with the Dursleys, than there being a small chance that he's miserable with us as well. You're the closest thing he has to a relative, Sirius – You have a responsibility."

"I didn't ask to be his godfather, but for you, Moony, I'll sort something out." I sighed, pressing my nose to the nape of his neck and softly pecking his spine.

He swivelled back to face me.

"That's all I needed to hear."

I stroked his cheek and ran the tips of my fingers over his smooth lips, parting them slightly and not losing contact until mine were pressed finely against his. I felt a murmur of pleasure trickle from his mouth, kissing me as if we'd been separated for days. His lips pulsed with the accelerating beat of his pumping heart. Inviting so politely the tip of my tongue to play with his, I lost myself in the moment.

After what felt like hours, our mouths trailed apart, remnants of Remus still moist on my lips. I cupped his fragile face in my hands and touched the ends of our noses together, watching his face glow a tantalizing pink.

"Oh, my sweet perfection, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" I beamed, laughing a little at my cheesiness and resting my hand in his.

The plane jerked to the left, the light of the dying sun cascading through the small windows up the sides. His blonde hair flamed in the sunshine, burning a thousand shades of orange, like a sea of glittering candles. Not for the first time since I'd reunited with him, I remembered what a truly stunning person he was, everything wonderful about him accented in the sharp light.

"You know," he muttered "Harry isn't actually that bad a kid – at least, not half as bad as you were – so it wouldn't be much effort taking up the roles of his parents."

I leant toward him and nibbled his ear.

"And we all know who influenced me the most."

Without warning, the plane suddenly jolted back to the right, encasing the cabin in shadow and sending an airhostess, that I'd been half-heartedly accepting flirts from earlier in the flight, tumbling into my lap. She quickly composed herself and threw a stern glance at Remus.

"We're about to land. It'd best if you weren't all over him – something dangerous might happen."

He looked at her, smouldering with rage. "Well, why don't you get a new pilot because he clearly can't be up to much if he makes kissing dangerous."

"The pilot has nothing to do with it: this is for your own safety."

"She's probably screwing him, the slag." He muttered to his lap.

Her jaw dropped. This was getting bitchy. Still, I couldn't help but laugh at the start of World War 3 and his cute attempts and being offensive.

"1) My sex life doesn't really concern you and 2) At least I'm not the one putting who I sleep with on a plate for all to see - There are children on this plane."

"Oh, so you can no longer be gay on Easy Jet flights?"

"I never said that! Don't accuse me of being a homophobe so openly!"

"Ladies, ladies!" I butted in, in fear of a full out bitch fight. "Let's stop this now because we're going to get banned and you're going to get fired and I'm sure neither of us actually wants that." I placed a hand on the hostess' shoulder and smiled. "Sorry about him – he's a bit over protective."

Remus' head violently turned to glare at my face with piercing eyes.

"Am I really? Thanks for the support!"

I flashed him a broad grin "Yes, you are, and that's one of the things I love the most about you." I leant my face closer into his. "Now, if it doesn't kill us:" Our lips pressed together and stood in harmony for a few bliss seconds before the plane landed, skidding along the runway.

As we disembarked the aeroplane, I noticed something strangely familiar in the distance, a painful speck of the past glinting in my eye. Pettigrew. Peter Pettigrew. The vile beast that killed James; that put me in Azkaban for 12 painful years; waving so innocently at us with his disgusting disfigured hand. Without thinking, I thrust my hand into my jacket, but before I could draw out my wand Remus had gripped my arm and was giving me strict look.

"Muggles. Everywhere. He is going to pay. Just not here."