Well, we sort of realised that we'd both read it wrong and it said "feld Europe" not "to Europe" soooooo :P And if you don't know what an ampersand is, it's this: & ... Enjoy... Review if you wanna ;)

I feel it only fit to warn you that the Ministry are currently after you, knowing your whereabouts, they do not yet know of your innocence and will send you straight back to Azkaban with any accomplices you may have (Sorry Remus, that's you). So as family, I would like to instruct you to run, hopefully to Asia where the Ministry has no jurisdiction.

My feet ached, shoes worn, covered by layer upon layer of dry mud. We were lucky enough when we managed to hitchhike with passing vehicles to the next city, town, village, hotel, lodge, bed and breakfast. But the Russian countryside was so vast, everlasting, and we'd been walking for hours... days? I didn't know... I hadn't known for months. I'd masked my vision, my insight, with a film of alcohol and cigarettes to numb the depression this constant need to move, to blur my existence brought. Even if the effects on my body weren't quite apparent, the effects on my mind were – the regular abuse drawing big black dots in my memory, like which pocket I'd put my wallet in and how the hell I'd suddenly gotten into this hotel room. It was like being in a dream world, everything changing so quickly in little bursts and flashes when I began to sober up. I scrambled across the floor to the mini bar that was glowing in the corner like a holy shrine, spotting the orangey sparkle of a fun sized bottle of whiskey. Remus' eyes were instantly on my back, towering behind me.

"Put it back, Sirius."

Turning to face him, I clutched the bottle to my chest protectively, eyes melting into his.

"Please, Moons."

"No pleases. Put it back right this second."

I thrust the bottle into the fridge and stood, marching off – slightly unsteadily, might I add – to the bed to grab a jacket.

"Whatever you say, Moony, whatever you say. I'm off to the real bar now. See ya later..." I scowled, pausing at the door and glancing back. "...Maybe..."

Even though the hotel was big, it was nothing elaborate, characterised by row upon row of small brown doors with shiny chrome numbers screwed to the front, and a worn, dark green carpet that, in the dim light, was indistinguishable from the walls – meaning on more than one occasion, I tried to walk up them. Eventually, after searching the labyrinth of corridors, I found an elevator and leant against it until the doors opened and I fell backwards onto a person waiting inside.

"Fuuuuuuuuck..."

"Woh, woh, woh... Are you alright?" said the female, holding my arms and helping me back up.

She was in her mid to late twenties, supporting a thick Russian accent, lips layered with a mask of fuchsia lipstick and her hair flowing the same shade of gold as Remus'. If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought that they were related.

She smiled at me. "Up or down?"

I stared at the buttons, completely lost.

"Does one of them say 'as far away from Remus Lupin as physically possible'?"

Giggling, with probably the most irritating laugh humanly viable, she reached to the board.

"Down then?"

"Does down have a bar?"

She smirked.

"If it does, you can buy me a drink."

As the night went on, as we consumed more alcohol, she looked increasingly more like Remus through my blurred sight and double vision. Remus if he was wearing a short dress, 3 inch stilettos and a black lace thong, the concept arousing me quite efficiently when it came to it. And now, I was stumbling, half dressed, from her bedroom to mine, trying to make as little noise as I crept in and sprawled myself across the sofa. But before I could even contemplate falling asleep, Rems was shaking me aggressively.

"What do you want?" I groaned, straining to open my eyes.

"Did you cheat on me?"

I chuckled, still quite drunk, sure I couldn't make the situation much worse, feeling myself for where I'd put her number.

"Sure did, but you know it's not the first time and I know I'll be forgiven. Anyway, you should try her – she's almost as good as you."

I flicked the piece of paper up in the air, unable to find any part of him to put it in.

"There you go. I won't be angry. Well, not at least for another two hours or so."

"YOU'RE AN IDIOT, SIRIUS! A FUCKING IDIOT! DO YOU THINK I'D CHEAT ON YOU THAT EASILY? I ACTUALLY VALUE OUR RELATIONSHIP!"

His words burned my ears, splitting my head.

"Moony, can-"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

I propped myself up a little.

"Remus, please, I need a break from this. We've been running for months and we've barely had sex once."

"OH, SO I'M JUST A SEX OBJECT TO YOU, AM I? NICE TO KNOW!"

"Pleeeeease stop shouting, I've got a headache."

"YOU HAVE? IS IT THE ALCOHOL OR WAS SHE A SCREAMER?"

I sneered and stood, trying to meet his height but ultimately failing due to genetics.

"A bit of both, actually."

"OH, REALLY, YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT?"

"I TOLD YOU TO STOP SHOUTING!"

My fist flew at him. It was an impulse. I didn't know how I'd done it. Or why. I just had.

His nose was now, bleeding, wonky, clearly broken and he was rushing to gather his things, muttering "he's mad... he's just gone insane... why did I ever..? there's something clearly wrong with the man..."

For a minute, I stood in awe at myself, the monstrosity that was Sirius Black. I deserved to be in Azkaban, if not hell it's self. But still, I found myself darting after him, begging him to stay with me, not to leave me, for the sake of what was left of my sanity. He just turned to me and sighed.

"It's through, Sirius. I've had enough of your constant crap. I never should have come."

Then he left. I didn't bother chasing him. I wasn't worthy. Lily had always been right; I'd just pretended she wasn't.

I placed my hand in my pocket and pulled out the ring, staring down at it as it sparkled delicate gold, just like his hair. It was a stupid notion. I'm sure he wouldn't have wanted it anyway – being stuck on one side of an ampersand for the rest of his life. Especially with an ogre like me.

I only took my wallet with me when I left, my wallet and a meaningless lump of metal.