A/N: Began: 2/23/13 End: 2/28/13

For a short chapter, this took a long time to complete. Once again, it's my fear of getting too mushy. That's gross girl things. James said.

I'm constantly comparing this ship to my other ship, Tony Stark and Bruce Banner (They're Avenger, for you normies). I always imagine Sirius as Tony and Remus as Bruce. Because Remus kind of hates himself for what he is, much like Brucey, who is the Hulk. And Tony is a self-centered playboy who always has a witty comeback, which is how I think of Sirius. See where I get this weird stuff? Wow, I wanna write some Science Bros now…

See a theme? Eyeballs.

As always, if you see the fiction under the name of anyone that isn't going by the name Kasey Marie, rmhill10, Admin Sev, or SlytherinRamona, they are frauds, and my iron suit will kick their ass.

21 Grimmwauld Place had been filled with people in what was a very long time. Sirius was glad to host the Order, glad to finally have people around while he hid away. He was especially glad to meet up again with Remus, who was also a kind face to see. Someone he was most surprised to ever see in the setting of his grim and lonely home was Professor McGonagall. She looked about the kitchen, not really looking too pleased by it. It was an odd picture, the esteemed and proper professor in a dusty mess of a house. Sirius was happy to see one of his favorite teachers, nonetheless. Black shook hands with the professor, giving a boyish smirk on his now beaten down features.

"Professor, you still have the most enchanting eyes, I see?" he asked flirtatiously. Remus sat at the table, feeling this was so terribly familiar. McGonagall looked down at Remus and gave him a small look of apology before looking back up at Sirius.

"Why Mr. Black, surely you have another pair of eyes to look into." She gave the tiniest hint of a smile and turned away to talk to Molly, who was busy turning up a good dinner for the Order. Sirius looked over at Remus, not smiling or smirking, just staring.

"Merlin, do I."

Remus looked away, feeling his face go hot. "Oh shut up, Sirius." His face betrayed him, giving away to grinning. "You're such a flirt."

OoOoOo

All of fourth year was used to learn how to turn into animals. While Remus did most of the reading, the other boys took what he read and tried to use it in whatever way they could. They all cheered when Peter's front teeth grew to resemble a rat's. Then they realized they had no idea how to fix that.

"It adds charm?" James offered. Peter deadpanned the glasses wearing boy.

Around the middle of the year, Remus went walking on the grounds with Sirius, hoping the two of them could piece together a way to learn how to learn that complex spell. Sirius groaned, slumping against a tree.

"I barely know how to read, how can I possibly learn this stupid spell?"

"You don't have to." Remus said. He straightened his tie.

"Do too."

"Why?"

The questioned lingered for a little while. Why was it so important to Sirius to learn this spell? It was a very advanced form of transfiguration. Surprisingly, it was hard to simplify your mind and become animalistic. The book suggested that the spell caster should think of an emotion, not even a real condensed thought. They should open up their right brain, the creative and abstract half. This was proving to be very difficult for everyone.

"I don't really know why." Sirius began. "It started out as just comforting you, while you were a werewolf. It doesn't feel like it's about that anymore, though. Know what I mean?"

"Well, what's it about then?" Remus leaned against the opposite side of the tree.

"Well… that's the thing. I can't explain it. It's like I need to prove myself… no, never mind, it isn't that. It's more of… there are you, okay? And I look at you, and I want to do it for you, but not because of you anymore. For you. I want to turn into an animal for you. It makes no sense in my head, and makes even less sense out loud. It used to be because of you, because of you condition, but not anymore. It's almost like I can't even think to have you if I can't do you the measly favor of learning to be an animagus."

Remus looked over from around the tree. "You really mean that?"

"Shit, I guess I do…"

"Sirius Black..." Remus looked down and bit his lip.

"Oh Merlin, I insulted you! I didn't mean condition, I meant… thing. And it used to be because…" Sirius turned around to face Remus, only to see the werewolf looked up from the ground, staring right at the rebel. "…Eyeballs…"

Remus laughed. "Wait, what?" he shook his head. "I'm fine, Siri. You didn't insult me at all."

"You have pretty eyes."

"Thank you, Sirius."

"What were you going to say?"

Remus pressed his cheek against the bark of the tree trunk "What do you mean?"

"You said my name, what were you about to say?" Sirius mirrored the lycanthrope's actions, hugging the tree.

Remus sighed, blushing fiercely. "Well, um… I was going to say that I guess it could be possible… oh dear you threw me off with eyeballs."

"Spit it out man!"

"I think I love you."

The world stopped. The world always will stop for someone whenever these words are uttered to them. The three powerful words, filled with an emotion that can save a life, or break hearts. They have such a power to them that can only be matched by hate. For love and hate are but two emotions very much similar but so very different. And both have the way of stopping a world for but one person.

Sirius Black forgot how to breathe for a split second, and his heart thumped out of his chest. Every ounce of sweat in his body went to his palms, and his stomach dropped in is stomach. Never, not even by his own parents, has that ever been said to him. He blinked, his mouth wanting to move, to speak, but it was dry. His tongue was stuck in a tongue tying curse, he was sure of it. It took him that split second for him to compose himself.

"I think I love you too." He sputtered out.

"Good."

"Good?"

"Yeah." Remus smirked, seeing exactly how his words affected Sirius, and feeling he told the truth. "Also, I think I found your animalistic emotion."

"Hey!" Sirius was affronted. "That almost sounded dirty… I actually like it, never mind."

Remus snorted and kissed his cheek quickly "Gotcha."

"You'll always have me." The rebel said.

"You know those moments when you feel like you could make the brightest, happiest patronus the wizarding world has ever seen?" Remus lifted himself from the tree, taking Sirius' hand.

"I think I do now."

OoOoOo

"Well that's a load of absolute cheese." James muttered. Remus looked exasperated.

"You are one to talk, Potter! What about that one valentine you sent Evans? 'Your eyes are emeralds shinning in a pool of milk, your hair cascades like a waterfall made of fire, I want to shag you later, do you accept?'" the lycanthrope did grand hand gestures, if just to prove his point.

"Aw, shut up!" James threw his goat stomach thing at Remus.

"No roughhousing, boys." Slughorn called back at his desk. James and Remus were partners in Potions class, and had conveniently chosen the seats in the back of class to effectively communicate without prying ears. Sirius and Peter were working at the front of the class, well out of ear shot. The rebel turned around and raised an eyebrow at Remus, who held up the goat stomach. Sirius looked at it blankly while James and Remus doubled over from silent laughter. Lily, who was working on her potion with Snape near Sirius and Peter, huffed.

"If you four took your grades seriously…" she muttered. Sirius stuck his tongue out.

"We take it seriously enough!" the rebel protested. Not too long after he said that, his and Peter cauldron burst purple flames. The professor flicked his wand lazily to fix it. Lily snorted.

Remus grinned over at James. "He's cute when he's stupid, no?"

"You are the biggest female man I've ever met." James said back, stirring their brew. Remus didn't seem to hear him, as he added the beetles while starring at Sirius from behind.

"But it was nice, extremely nice." Remus continued. He was talking to James about yesterday, when Sirius told him he thought he loved him. "He thinks he loves me." He repeated. James bit his tongue to keep back all the things he wanted to say, just to make Remus shut up.

"That's very nice, Moony. Now how about that animagi spell?"

"Um, I think Sirius can attempt it now. We think that you should focus on a basic emotion to find that whole primitive thought you need to focus. What's more primitive than emotions, yeah?" Remus still stared, distracted.

"Yeah, right. You know what is primitive? Blatantly starring at his ass for all of us to see." James smirked. Remus turned red and looked back down at his text book.

"U-Uh, add in that goat thing." He stammered.

Meanwhile, Sirius was discussing a very important matter with Peter. Peter did not really fancy such a matter; in fact he fancied talking this subject with Sirius about as much as James fancied talking about Sirius with Remus, if that made a lick of sense. But alas, Peter was stuck chopping up some plant he did not know the name of, listening to Sirius drone on.

"I just would never know how to go public with… it." He said in a low voice. Peter grunted to show he heard. "It's not official at all, everyone assumes it, but nobody knows much. And it's not the most normal thing in the world, as you can imagine. We all know what happened to those two chicks, the one's that came out, saying they were together. People went mad. You'd think that some of these muggle-borns, who've been called freaks by their old school mates because of their freak magic surges, you'd think that they'd be pretty accepting. They aren't the most normal either, hell, not even muggle-borns, none of us are normal. Imagine what would happen if muggles thought we existed again…"

"Yeah." Peter said, cutting off the rant.

Sirius continued, not noticing Peter at this point. "Think about that. Opening up would be simply crazy. But I know he wants to. Why shouldn't he want to? He should be quite proud of me." Sirius took this time to do a small hair flip. "But I don't want him to get hurt, or me to get hurt for that matter. No one should get hurt. But someone is bound to be simply if we come out with it."

"Yeah, I bet." Peter threw whatever he was chopping into the cauldron.

"You know what? I'm going to ask him, and we'll decide. And if he wants to come out… awesome! I'll be more than happy to say that Remus Lupin is a boy I love… I think." The rebel added goose liver. "It could just be his eyeballs. Like fifteen percent his eyeballs. Yeah."

"Oh please shut up." Peter said under his breath.

A/N: Eyeballs.