Agley: off the right line; awry; wrong.
April 6, 1975
A growling roar split the calm night, shredding right up to the star-strewn, indigo sky. A fifteen-year-old boy leapt up from the porch swing of a tumbledown old farmhouse. He vaulted over the rickety rail and landed barefoot in the garden, already running for the road.
A light swept around the bend, and Remus Lupin jumped back as the motorcycle howled to a halt in front of him with a spray of gravel. Remus groaned as the rider pulled off his helmet, flashing him a wild grin.
"Sirius…" was all he could get out, waving helplessly at the flame-painted motorbike.
"Like my new ride, Moony?" Sirius asked, swinging off the bike and patting the gas tank fondly.
"Where… how…?" Remus gaped at the bike and its rider. "Please tell me a kind, drunken stranger let you borrow that."
"It was just sitting there on the curb down in town," Sirius explained. "And I thought 'how else am I going to make it all the way to Salazar's pub and back in one night?' Perfect, eh?"
"Salazar's pub?" Remus repeated faintly.
Sirius gave him another reckless grin as he pulled open his leather jacket to reveal several flasks sloshing with who knew what kind of alcohol. He clapped Remus on the shoulder. "You can marvel at my brilliance inside. Come on."
But as he made for the house, Remus shook himself back to reality and shot out a hand to grab his arm.
"Hang on, you can't just leave a stolen motorbike sitting outside my house!"
"Right, of course not!" Sirius agreed, smacking a palm into his forehead. "Good catch, Moony. We'll put it in the trees over there."
"No, I mean you've got to take it back!" Remus told him hastily as Sirius made to start wheeling the bike away.
Sirius stopped and turned to blink at him. "Why?"
"Because… because it's wrong, Sirius! You stole something, drove a bike all the way to Salazar's without a license, got Firewhiskey underage," Remus stopped talking, but his mouth was still opening and closing furiously. "Merlin, my parents are going to kill me! What the hell, Sirius?"
"Easy, Remus. You didn't do anything. I'll tell them that if they ever find out. I'll take the bike back tomorrow night, okay? Sheesh. Shoulda known better than to live a little under your watch."
Sirius turned and began stomping up towards the house. Remus ran a hand through his hair. One week. He'd thought Sirius could keep himself in check for just one week out here in the middle of nowhere for the Easter Holidays.
He let out a breath and dropped his hands to his sides, looking skyward. "Can you at least tell me why?"
Sirius turned and gave him another one of those mad grins. "My mother already thinks I'm Hell on wheels. The least I can do is prove her right."
A/N: Poor Remus. I don't know how he deals with Sirius and James together all the time. But I do love them. I imagine James went on holiday for the Easter break and Remus decided to go home, so Sirius begged to stay with him. I wonder if Remus is regretting letting him after tonight. :)