A Literal Scrapbook

by Claire Whitmore

A scrapbook is messy, it's full of everything, an essence of what was. It has the smiles, the sadness and the moments when you laugh for no good reason and just want to be with someone loved. This is the Marauder's scrapbook, literally. It's a big bundle of warm fuzzy blankets, cheap wine and the comic section of the paper on a rainy day, just in the form of drabbles. R/S and J/L

60. Trust: Part III

After the sixtieth apology, Remus forgave Sirius.

"Remus-"

"I know, you're sorry." Said Remus.

Sirius's face shone from hearing Remus actually talk to him again directly.

"I am. I really am." Sirius was begging, though you couldn't quite call it that, but needless to say, there was a large essence of desperation and pleading in his voice.

"I know. I forgive you." Remus wasn't quite sure how to react.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"You know that I know your lycanthrope's nothing to joke about."

"Prove it." Challenged Remus.

"I'll find a way." Sirius promised.