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I need Sirius.

Remus slammed down another glass of the strongest Firewhiskey the Three Broomsticks had to offer. He had long lost count of the number of drinks he had had. But if the way he was slouched sideways on the bar stool and the way the world spun, Remus was sure he had drunk too many. But the fear he had seen in Lily's eyes just couldn't seem to be wiped away no matter how much alcohol he consumed. He had destroyed that small girls life, even if the results came back that he hadn't turned her, having her just knowing him, Remus was sure that Lily's life had made a turn for the worst.

"Another one" he grumbled, signalling to the male bar tender.

"Nah, I think you've had enough"

"I said another one" Remus snarled.

The bar man slapped his bar rag down onto the bars hard wooden surface and snarled back. "Listen here you little half breed, I will not tolerate low life monsters like me telling me what to do. Now get your disgusting self out of my face and out of this bar".

"That's enough Lyle!" came a stern voice by the set of stairs. There stood the barkeeper Madam Rosmerta , her hands on her hips and a stern look on her face. "I will not have you talking down to ANY of our customers. This man has had a harder life than you will EVER have and is better than most men you will find out in the world. Now I think your shift is over for the night."

Lyle opened his mouth to argue back, "I said your shift is over Lyle. If you want to come back for your next shift, i suggest you leave and leave quickly."

Muttering under his breath and slamming things with more force than needed, Lyle had left a few minutes later.

Madam Rosmerta then proceeded to approach Remus, and at good timing as Remus' body lurched sideways and nearly became acquainted with the Bars hardwood floor.

"Easy there Lupin," Rosmerta spoke to the man as she gathered him in her arms. "I think you'll be crashing in the upstairs room tonight."

"I ruined her life," whispered the drunken werewolf as he was escorted to the stairs, "It's all my fault". Then came the tears. They rushed over his lower eye lashes and they kept coming. Poor Remus, a grown man brought to a sobbing mess.

"I want it to be all over" he continued.

"Now Remus, it'll be alright" soothed the bar maiden. "It will all be better in the morning, you'll see"

Yet no matter how hard she tried to sooth the sobbing man, no solution arose. As she opened the door and lowered Remus onto the bed the tears were still rushing down his face.

"I want Sirius" was the only whisper to come out of Remus.

"I know sweety", Rosmerta whispered back as she brushed her fingers through the man's hair, this mere moment making him look younger in years, almost to the time back to when he attended Hogwarts as a student.

"I need Padfoot", he continued to sob through the next half an hour until, Rosmerta's fingers running through his hair lulled him into a restless slumber. Whispers of Remus' lost friend on his lips well into the night, well after Madam Rosmerta had left the room, and even past the lights going out in the bar, and its owner long gone to bed and even past the streets lamps going out. Only when the verge of sunrise was upon the horizon did the werewolf finally fall into a deeper sleep, plagued by dreams of better times.

A.N Ok so a short chapter but i wanted to put an update out.

I do have a curious question for you readers. An idea was brought to me in an email and I am wanting to see what you guys think of it. It is in the form of a poll on my profile and i would appreciate if you all could cast a vote. Thanks a lot and please leave a review.