"Honestly, what is he doing?" Severus asked impatiently from where he stood in the middle of Regulus's dust covered room, arms folded across his chest as he looked over at Sirius who was sitting in the middle of his brother's bed.

"I don't know, maybe he got lost," Sirius offered.

"Well it's been ten minutes, let's just open it without him," Severus groaned impatiently.

"He should be here shortly, maybe he-" Sirius began looking over his shoulder to address Severus.

"He can read it after then, what difference does it make?" Severus asked, crossing the room and plopping himself down beside Sirius to look at the envelope clutched tightly in his hand.

Sirius made no comment about his old school rival sitting beside him as if they were about to have a slumber party. His eyes were fixated on the delicate curve of Ginevra's writing, and the way the ink hadn't faded after all those years.

"It's not very thick," Severus commented quietly, his eyes glued to the envelope in Sirius's hand.

"Why didn't you tell anyone else? Why did you bring me the letter?" Sirius asked softly, a tone that Severus didn't recognize.

It was no secret the two of them had never gotten along, there were many contributions other than being in rival houses.

Severus had only come to know Sirius Black as a man who was reckless, and full of himself. He pranced around with James Potter pulling pranks and bullying. He never believed Sirius deserved Ginevra, he felt like he held her back and took her for granted.

Now however Sirius sat on the bed, looking defeated, but his eyes shone with hope and something Severus recognized all to well- but it looked out of place on Sirius's face.

"You're terrified." Severus commented.

"Of course I am," Sirius responded instantly. "She had an agenda I knew nothing about, what if she was only with me because I helped her in some what if-."

"You're still a prat, but you're an even bigger prat if you think she didn't love you," Severus responded, as he looked down at Sirius's hands, and the way they delicately cupped the envelope, as if it were made of glass.

"Why didn't you just open it?" Sirius asked.

"I tried," Severus nervously laughed, a sound that surprised both men. "Of course I was furious, always being Dumbledore's messenger, always being kept in the dark. Then he asked me to bring a letter addressed to you. Of course I tried to open it, but it's sealed and only you can open it.

"Thank you," Sirius, surprising them both again.

He softly ran his finger along the seal and opened the envelope, pulling out the parchment.

Dear Sirius,

I am so sorry, please know I never wanted it to be like this. I started a course of actions that I have to fix, ones that set in motion a chain of events that caused more harm than good.

You must understand that all I have ever tried to do is protect you, to fix the mess I created.

The life I had to choose is one that I couldn't lead you on, not because I thought you couldn't handle it, but because I know you would have followed me anywhere. Only there's no coming back from the things I have to do, and I would never want that life for you, I would never be able to forgive myself.

When I woke up on September 1st I didn't know why I got that silver time turner, and there were times where I wish I never used it. But then my thoughts go to you, and I know I've never been so sure of anything. No matter what the future has in store, the past brought me you, and I have no regrets.

Keep well with the knowledge that I would do it all again, even knowing I couldn't save the ones we loved, that the results would always be the same.

When I dream, I dream the same things as you.

Forever yours,

Ginevra

"That's it?" Severus asked, his voice hissing in Sirius's ear, as he read over his shoulder.

Sirius didn't respond as his eyes continued scanning the page, as if he was trying to memorize every word.

"Sorry, Alastor insisted that I help him-" Remus began as he pushed opened the door and stopped talking as soon as he slipped inside and took in the ridiculous scene that lay out before him.

Both Sirius and Severus, cuddled up close, as they gazed into something Sirius cradled in his hands.

"What does all that mean?" Severus asked impatiently ignoring Remus.

"I don't know," Serious responded finally finding his voice as he looked up at his friend who stood open mouthed in front of the door.

"What do you mean you don't know, why does it sound like a goodbye letter?" Severus questioned, snatching the letter out of Sirius's hands and turning it over encase it continued on the back. "Where's the date, when did she write this?" Severus demanded, pushing Sirius's hand away as he made to snatch back the letter.

"I don't know," Sirius responded angrily, his voice rising as he elbowed Severus, carefully not to rip the letter as he made a movement to snatch it back.

"How do you not know, she loves you, the letter is filled with her love for you, and you can't answer a simple question about her," Severus snapped, rolling onto his side to avoid Sirius's hand.

"Perhaps I can read the letter?" Remus called over the cloud of dust that the two raised, shoving each other on the bed.

"Don't you think I know that? You can't possibly think of something I haven't already thought about myself. I hate myself!" Sirius shouted, as he coughed out the dust that clung to his lungs.

The two men stopped their shoving and lay back on the bed, coughing and breathing heavily, neither commented on Sirius's outburst.

"Oi, what's with all the yelling up 'er," Mundungas asked as he shoved his way into the room knocking Remus over who yelled loudly when the door hit him.

"No I definitely heard shouts from up here" Molly Weasley's voice trailed through the hallway closely followed by the deep voice of Alastor Moody.

"Might be another boggart, thought I got the last of them, but you never know with-"

"What's going on?" Molly asked as she came to join Mundungas in the threshold.

"What exactly are you two doing?" Alastor grunted as he shoved his way into the room and took in Sirius and Severus, their limbs wrapped around each other as they lay back on the bed in rumbled sheets and a cloud of dust.

"Nothing," Snape responded flustered, as he rolled off the bed in wisps of black robes and dust.

"My mistake, of course that's what you two were doing," Alastor responded.

"That can't be what everyone was thinking," Mundungas responded looking around.