Back in the past for some Snapey action ;) enjoy :D

The sun was low in the sky, not quite setting yet but giving everything a deep yellow tinge and casting long shadows across the school yard. I sighed, and I, Sirius Black, was left to pace the corridors once more, as I seemed to have been doing on a frequent basis throughout the past few days. It calmed me, let me think, but it still didn't have the warmness, the happiness, that was captured when I was with friends... when I was with Remus. I rubbed the cold, cream coloured wall and bit my lip. So, what was I going to do now? Would I actually go to Snape? It'd probably make me look a bit fickle and appear quite ironic seen as I'd made a huge speech about how I was not going to let anyone take me away from Rems, no matter what. I slid my hands up my neck and rubbed my chin in thought, listening to the quiet hum of the world around me, the whispering of the wind as it passed around the towers and blew the fluffy patches of cloud on their journeys. Suddenly, the sound of beating footsteps shook through the corridor and a shrill "OI, YOU!" penetrated the peace. Glancing around me, no one was close. It must have come from an entrance nearby and therefore didn't concern me – I was not one to play the hero – I wasn't the one with the shiny red prefect's badge.

"YEAH, YOU, SNIVELLUS!"

Clearly, I'd become a good influence on the people around me. Ah, young people are so easily influenced and it was all the better as the idea of Snape being beaten up by someone about 4 years younger than him was quite amusing.

"DON'T SMILE AT ME, YOU TWAT!"

"Re-Remus... ow, that hurts... w-what are you doing? Let go of me!"

My head flicked up. This was not good. If Remus actually hurt Snape, broke his skin, I'm not sure if he'd be able to live with himself, the possible consequences of what he'd done.

"NO! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU! YOU'VE RUINED MY LIFE!"

I broke into a sprint, looking down every opening there was for the pair.

"Ow ow ow ow ooooooow! Please get of me! It really hurts!"

"SHUT UP! YOU STOLE MY BOYFRIEND!"

CRACK!

I turned the last corner to find Remus sat on top of Severus, his eyes burning with hate as he flailed against the countering force, arms outstretched and scratching at Snape's terrified, broken face, shouting, screaming, hurting my ears.

"What are you doing, Moons? Get off him!"

"FUCK OFF, SIRIUS!"

I grabbed his arms and wrestled him apart from Snape's body.

"NO! You need to grow up – you can't always get your own way!"

He tore himself out of my grasp and gave me an ice cold glare.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot I wasn't you!"

I ignored him, turning to Severus, who was propping himself up against a column. He didn't look at all well, not that he usually did, but now his jaw was wonky and his eyes were red and swelling with tears.

"Are you alright?"

I knelt beside him and craned my head to get a better look at the damage. He didn't reply, just cried at the floor.

"Oh, c'mon, it's gonna be alright. Just let me see."

My fingers lifted his chin up into the light, trying not to hurt him as I did so. He winced a fraction and held his face in the air.

"Ah there, wait a sec. Episkey."

I lightly touched my wand to the side of his face and heard the bone crack together again.

"Done. Does it still hurt?"

His head flopped forward, his shoulders shaking as he quietly sobbed onto my chest, dampening my shirt.

"He... he's just... I thought I was going to die... I've never been so scared in my life... even when you and James... did all those horrible things... I never thought... I never thought... I... never..."

Without even thinking, I wrapped my arms around him, pecking the top of his head and rubbing his back, too used to comforting Remus. He slowly lifted his face, eyes still closed, the tracks of his tears glistening in the light of the slowly dying sun, and wrapped his arms carefully around my neck, leaning closer towards my face. Before I even knew it, we were kissing. I hadn't even thought of this happening again: not in my weirdest dreams; not in my oddest nightmares; especially not with him coming to me. But somehow, it seemed slightly nostalgic, so much like the first time Remus kissed me, but with the roles reversed. Maybe this was a sign that it could become something beautiful, or... maybe I'd just lost myself in a kiss with an overly upset boy. But still, I could use this as an opportunity – being alone wasn't fun and making Remus so jealous he'd be begging me to come back to him, well that could be. Our lips parted and Severus blossomed a sickly pink, biting his lip.

"Did I just do something really stupid?"

This was my chance and I leapt at it, delicately slipping my hand into his and interlocking our fingers. I nuzzled my head into his cheek, grinning.

"Of course not. Now, let's get you back to your common room."

He sat me on his bed in his dorm and placed himself beside me. It wasn't much different from mine, to be honest, the walls just seemed greyer than that of Gryffindor, when paired with the green of the Slytherins, and there were more mirrors and dark, shiny surfaces. He stretched himself out beside me and sighed into the air that was filled with the sound of his fellow Slytherins, scratching outside the door, curious as to why I was in his dorm. I turned my head and looked at him.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

He grinned.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"But, are you sure? He was scratching your face pretty badly back there. I'd feel terrible if he broke any skin."

"I'm definite. What was that all about, anyway? Just a couple of hours ago you were confessing your love for him and now you're here with me. I don't get it."

I let my eyes wander around the room.

"We'll he clearly doesn't know when to be considerate for what he's got. Besides, he found out what I did to you – anyone would be angry if their boyfriend did that. Sorry about it, by the way." My hands scraped back over my head as I leaned back onto his thin spindly legs. "I just want to wash him out of my hair."

His laugher vibrated through his body and shook me. Then he shot up and retracted his legs, dropping me on his mattress as he frantically searched his draws for something.

"There." He waved a pair of scissors in front of my face. "You can just cut it off. You had it for the whole of your relationship – it can be a symbol of a fresh start."

I drew a hand from behind my head and stroked his cheek.

"You're a genius, R-Sev. Would you like to do the honours?"

He pulled me up and bent me over, chopping and brushing my hair until most of it was in a pile at my feet and it was flicking at my ears, the fringe parted at the side, crossing my face in a wave. Looking at myself in the mirror, I smirked.

"You know what, fuck magic, you should style hair for a living. Just sort your own out first."

"Thank you. Now, what do you want to do with all of this?"

He scooped it in handfuls off the floor.

"I have an unsuspecting Remus to drop it on, I think."

I kissed his cheek and took my hair from his hands.

"See ya tomorrow."

I entered the Gryffindor common room, my hand cupped, filled with a mountain of dark brown, curly hair, receiving a few odd looks from my house mates, not really sure if any of them recognised me until a 5th year girl bounded up to me, beaming.

"Hey there, are you new? Is that your p-" Then her face turned into a ball of red and she made a little popping sound as if her voice box was having a spasm, beaconing her friends over. "Oh my God! You cut your hair. Eep eep eep. Can I touch it? Please."

"Yeah, I thought I might have a new start." I shot a hurtful glance at Remus, who clearly hadn't noticed I was standing behind him. "But sure, go ahead, it's nothing special."

For about 10 minutes I had half of the girls in Gryffindor wriggling over each other like a swarm of slimy, disgusting, hungry fish, all trying to touch the hair that was left on my head and ask me questions – finally parting when one asked me what I was going to do with the rest of my hair and I offered to give a demonstration.

I turned to stand directly behind Remus, bending and stretching out my arms so that they slid perfectly around his thin frame. My chin rested itself on his shoulder.

"I believe this belongs to you." I added snidely, withdrawing myself and strutting up the stairs to my bed.

I hope that hurt.