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      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Gen
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin
  Character:
      Lily_Evans_Potter, Remus_Lupin, Sirius_Black, James_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Language, Sexual_Content, Angst, Tragedy, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
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      Published: 2006-05-09 Completed: 2006-08-18 Chapters: 9/9 Words: 12349
****** Dead End ******
by ShaMak [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Moony realizes he has a crush on Sirius. Will he ever tell him? And
     how the war around might interfere? Read to know. MWPP. SLASH! SBRL,
     JPLE
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
     may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this creator,
     please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection
     profile.
***** Revelation *****
Disclaimer: I know how surprised everyone will be after hearing this, but, NO,
I do NOT own Harry Potter or its characters. Also, I am NOT having any profit
as a result of using them in this story.
Revelation
The summer night was so hot! No, he couldn’t still be in the same continent.
Somehow, he must’ve been teleported to the Sahara Desert, or maybe to India, or
somewhere like that. He couldn’t beat southern Scotland, in his house. But when
the 16-year-old Remus Lupin opened his eyes he was still in his small room, in
the house his parents had such a hard time to keep. Well, he guessed having a
werewolf for a son didn’t help either… Waves of pure guilt made him shake
uncontrollably for a couple of seconds: it was his fault. Having to buy new
clothes so often, having to buy every now and then new iron restrains, for the
ones he used when he came home in the full moon invariably got torn apart.
Still, (amazingly, he thought) Remus had friends. The best friends he could
ever hope for. James Potter, captain of Gryffindor’s Quidditch team; Peter
Pettigrew, an untalented yet very nice young wizard and Sirius Black, the most
popular guy in school, who was always very sweet to Remus. Together, the four
of them were the Marauders. And, in the third year when they discovered of
Remus’s lycanthropy, they decided to become animagi to help their friend
through his difficult transformation. Finally, last year they succeeded, and
each was rechristened (at least for one another) with a name regarding their
animal forms: James, the deer was Prongs. Peter, the rat, was Wormtail. He, the
werewolf, was Moony. Sirius, the dog, was Padfoot.
Yes, Sirius was Padfoot. His shiny and soft black hair was copied to the dog’s
hair and his gray eyes too, they were in his dog form. Oh, how both of them
were beautiful, both the dog and the man. He wished he could spend his life
caressing their hair…
“For Merlin’s sake, what the fucking hell am I thinking?” Remus was shocked, to
the point of swearing (which was always a worrying event whether from his mouth
or in his thoughts). “Now, I can think like this about Sirius! He is my
brother! My best friend!” He was speaking it as to make the images disappear
from his mind. “My very best friend! OK, you know what, its time to go to
sleep, you’re getting too hyperactive!” he said to his own brain, and closed
his eyes.
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“Moony, I love you so much! Please be mine!”
“You… You love me?” he asked in disbelief.
“Always have.”
“But you never gave a hint!”
“Oh, come on! What about those times I held your hand after the nightmares? And
when I stayed in the dorm taking care of you when you got that flu, and it was
a Wednesday! OK, maybe I liked cutting the classes too, but that’s not all
there was to it! You really didn’t see these as signs?”
“Pad, I waited for this for so long!”
“So have I… I am yours, forever!” Sirius said, kissing him violently, like
there’s no tomorrow.
“Mmmm” Remus moaned, and in an intense surge of pleasure, he woke up from his
first wet dream. And definitely, the dream was not the only thing wet around
there.
Moony stayed there, breathing heavily, completely frozen, sweating heavily. His
hazel eyes were as wide as they ever were, and his light brown hair was soaked
in sweat. When he could finally move, after a few minutes, the revelation fell
on his head like a very heavy brick.
“Oh my fucking Merlin! I’m in love with Sirius!”
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Please review! this is my first fic, after all.
***** Close Calls *****
Close Calls
As his mother held him tight to side-apparate with him at platform 9 ¾, Remus
Lupin was shaking slightly but steadily. Ever since he realized his feelings
for Sirius Black, he hadn’t been the same. Ever since that horrible, yet
amazingly good dream with Padfoot, he felt a pain deep in his chest that had
nothing to do with the recent scar that was still healing there. How could he
be so stupid? How could he fall for the most... the most... beautiful,
incredible and sexy guy of Hogwarts? No! Stop thinking that!Remus said to
himself, in vain.
Suddenly he felt his chest being crushed (and, for once, that had nothing to do
with a certain black-haired and -named boy) and his legs heavy and at the same
time so light. His eyes were being pulled out of their orbits, and his tongue
was being forced into his throat; then, as quickly as it has started it was
gone. Remus opened his eyes, only to see a red train, spilling dense white
smoke everywhere: the Hogwarts Express. His mother hastily let him go: she
didn’t like touching him more than necessary. Then, without so much as a word,
she disapparated. So much for unconditional love…
Good! There’s no Marauder around. Maybe I should just get a cabin with someone
else…
“Remus! Hey, Remus” someone called. He turned his head around to see whom. I
was Lilly Evans.
“Hello, Lilly! Good summer?” he asked, his voice having hints of both relief
and disappointment.
“With my sister in the house? No, dear Remus, hell has not frozen yet…” she
said, mockingly, to which Moony nodded and grinned. “We should go Remmie, the
Head-Boy and -Girl will give us instructions!”
“What are you talking about Lilly?”
“Are you sure you’re alright? Are you still on Earth! At least now I know why
they call you ‘Moony’. Now, tell me, you fake Marauder, how could you forget
that we are now Prefects of Gryffindor?” Lilly said, exasperated.
“Let’s just say I have a lot going on lately.” He said, embarrassed. He
actually did forget he was named prefect. “OK, we should talk later. Lets just
get in the cabin and receive the instructions, all right?”
Lilly nodded, worried. Remus face and voice were bitter and even a little
aggressive when he said that. And that was not like Remus. Not at all. Maybe he
had a really bad full moon in the summer. I’m glad he at least told me of his
lycanthropy last year. Not that I didn’t already knew, it was a little bit
obvious to anyone who actually knew him. Of course that other than the
Marauders and herself, she could think of none.
They walked for a while before reaching the assigned cabin, the first one of
the train. Meanwhile a heavy silence had settled between Remus and Lilly.
Neither one knew what to say: he was ashamed about the way he talked to her;
she couldn’t find a way to express her concern so that he would also tell her
what was really going on. Remus interrupted Lilly’s thoughts then, opening the
door and waving at the cabin.
“After you,” he said, politely.
“Thanks,” she replied. God, I wish James was this polite with me.
“Sorry, did you say something? Maybe about a boy with black, spiked hair.” She
denied with her head, which brought Remus to say, mockingly, but still softly,
“Lilly, next time try to see if your mouth moves when you’re thinking. I could
read your lips perfectly well. You should give ’im a chance, he really likes
you. And this is me talking, you know I wouldn’t lie to you in his behalf.”
“I know that. It’s just… well… He’s just dated so many girls, I don’t wanna be
just another conquest,” Lilly said this so sadly that Remus felt sorry for her.
But still, Prongs hadn’t dated anyone in almost two years, expecting Lilly
would see he’d changed. He opened his mouth to say so, but was interrupted by
someone.
“Well, enough with talking amongst yourselves” said a good-looking seventh year
boy. Lilly recognized him as Amos Diggory, Head-Boy and a hufflepuff.
“Welcome, new and old prefects”, said a girl with a very soft voice. Remus
remembered seeing her a few times at the Gryffindor tower, so he assumed she
was a Gryffindor. “You are here to learn or be reminded of your duties as
Hogwart’s most trusted students. First things first: you are to patrol the
corridors of this train. Each house has six prefects, us included. And each
group of prefects will patrol for a quarter of the trip, in this order:
Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin and Ravenclaw.”
“At Hogwarts,” Diggory started speaking again, “you will receive the password
for entering your Common rooms and dormitories. It is your duty to guide the
first year students through Hogwarts in this first day. You must guide them to
their respective dormitories. I must also remind you that you are free to
penalize students with detentions, but they must be approved by the head of
your house. I should also tell you…”
Now Lilly really stopped listening. She already knew all that. She noticed that
Remus was staring blankly at Diggory, obviously thinking himself that there was
no point in paying attention, his mind certainly drifting towards the source of
his problems: his face was flickering between a wide grin and an angry pressed-
lips face.
When the speech was finally over, Lilly and Remus paired and went to patrol a
corridor in the back of the train. Seeing the silence setting again among them,
the girl decided to break it.
“Uh… Remus? What’s wrong with you? I mean, you usually talk so much and now you
are so quiet.”
“Are you saying I don’t stop talking? Well, that’s because you don’t share a
room with Sirius and James. Really, it seems as if the world would end if they
ever shut up,” he said. Lilly noticed that he closed his eyes a bit to long for
a simple blink in Sirius’ name.
“First of all, I just meant that after having none to talk to during summer,
you usually talk a lot, but then goes back to your quiet self,” Lilly said, a
bit harshly, “second, you didn’t answer my question! Now if you just don’t
wanna talk about it, fine, say so. Don’t dodge, Remus John Lupin!”
Remus stopped. Lilly overreacted. And that’s not like her. “What is the matter
Lilly?” he decided to say, softly, not to annoy her even more. “You are a bit
touchy, and that’s not like you. If you have any problem, you know you can talk
to me about it, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I know. You see, it’s my sister. This time she really pissed me off. She
was lucky I haven’t turned 17. She said I was a complete freak, that she was
disgusted and she wished she didn’t have a sister,” by this point Lilly was
sobbing, “and how she thought I was the filthiest living being on Earth. And
she said all that on my birthday! Why Remus? When I’m in the muggle world I’m a
freak, and when I’m in the wizarding world, I’m a mudblood!”
Remus saw that there was an empty cabin beside them and entered it, holding
Lilly, who just snuggled closer to his chest and cried her heart out.
A couple of hours later, Lilly had cried herself to sleep, and the werewolf was
just caressing her hair slowly. The other Marauders decided to appear, and
James, seeing Lilly on Remus’ lap, immediately became upset and ignored the
friend. Lilly woke up shortly afterward and sat up, thanking Remus silently.
James was still very upset, so Remus decided to apologize. He opened his mouth
but Lilly was faster and told him the whole situation, and said that if James
ever doubted the lycanthrope’s friendship again, she would never talk to him
again. That made him come to his senses, and he apologized so sincerely that
Remus gave him a quick hug.
Another hour had past now, and most of the Marauders were sleeping. Remus was
the only one up. Sirius was sitting on his right. Remus was watching him.
Eventually, he didn’t resist and touched Sirius’ lip with his index finger
slightly. Lilly saw it all and raised an eyebrow.
Shit, he thought. “It was… dirty with chocolate, Lilly. That’s why I had to
clean them,” he quickly made up, his heart racing. Get away from him, Remus,
the werewolf thought. You’re having enough close calls with Lilly.
R&R!
***** The Midnight Express *****
Disclaimer: I know how surprised everyone will be after hearing this, but, NO,
I do NOT own Harry Potter or its characters. Also, I am NOT having any profit
as a result of using them in this story.
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The Midnight Express
Remus woke up cold. Very cold. He remembered falling asleep in the Hogwarts
Express some minutes before its ETA. But it was dark outside now; and, still,
he was in the cabin. No, they were in the cabin. Himself, the marauders and
Lilly. The lycanthrope looked around: the other marauders were still asleep,
but were moving a lot; Sirius was actually shaking. Lilly was wide-awake, but
crying.
“Uh, Lilly?” She looked up, startled, “Why are we not at Hogwarts? Do you know
what time is it?”
“It’s a-almost midnight,” she said through her tears. “I have no idea wh-why we
are not there yet. But it’s so cold... and I can’t stop thinking about what
Petunia said; and about the times the Slytherins call me mudblood. I-I...” she
was still sobbing.
“It’s OK, Lilly. Actually, I was having the worst nightmare. It was about...”
he started to think quickly. Actually, his nightmare was about Sirius rejecting
him, saying he hated him and he was disgusting. And then it changed to a memory
of the day he was bitten. Better stick with the latter. “... the day I was
bitten. I don’t know why, but I can’t stop thinking about it either,” he said
sadly. “But we mustn’t worry,” Remus’ voice was reassuring now. “Dumbledore
won’t leave us here. He would never do that. I’m sure we will see him soon
enough!”
“You are right. I-I must stop crying,” Lilly was trying to control herself. Her
voice was steadier. “Still, this is very weird. I thought I was already...
Ahh... Over the stuff my sister told me. At least after I cried in your
shoulder. And I always ignored what those disgusting Slytherins said to me.”
Lilly started thinking. It was true, she didn’t like being called mudblood, but
she never really cared. And she wasover the incident with Petunia, wasn’t she?
Hadn’t her sister done worst things to her? And after a few hours were those
things not forgotten (if not forgiven)? Well this is odd. This is so very odd.
Remus looks tired. I hope the full moon isn’t close. And with that thought she
got up and automatically looked through the window.
Lilly had taken a few steps back, in shock. What the hell! Remus thought
catching the girl before she fell. He himself then looked through the window...
There was a battle happening outside. Jets of red, blue and green light were
flying around. He was able to catch a glimpse of Prof. McGonagall fighting two
masked people.
“Oh, my dear Merlin!” Remus and Lilly hissed together.
“They are dark wizards!” Lilly said, appalled.
“Yes, they are, Lil,” Remus answered, rather calmly. Dark wizards attacked the
train. That would explain why I fell asleep even though I was nowhere near
sleepy. But what about the nightmares? It wasn’t just him, Sirius, James and
Peter were clearly not dreaming of the angels in heaven!
The epiphany the werewolf had made him drop himself in the seat. Yes, it would
suit them right! Fighting alongside those dark wizards that, by the way, must
be the so-called Death Eaters, commanded by the so-called Lord Voldemort.
“Uhn, Remus? What is it?” Lilly asked, afraid of the answer.
“It’s obvious isn’t it? Why did we not think of this sooner!” Lilly’s face was
puzzled; she had no idea what he was talking about. “Think, Lilly! Who is a
dark wizard powerful enough to stop this train! Who has followers powerful
enough to take on the teachers of Hogwarts? Who has reasons to stop a train
full of under-aged wizards, many of them muggle-born?” He was a little
impatient now.
“But- He was supposed to be… You can’t mean that… Voldemort?” He shook his head
affirmatively. “They want to kill us! They want to kill me!”
“Well, I’m sure he won’t like ‘filthy half-breeds’ like myself so much either.
And have you realized why we are having these terrible thoughts and
nightmares?” the lycanthrope asked again.
“Ahn… No way! They were supposed to be under the ministry’s control! They
should be in Azkaban!” Lilly said, now definitely terrified.
“Well, Voldemort must be promising them more space than the Minister can.”
Lupin said, wisely. “Come on, we must be the only students up in this train. We
must help, at least try to scare those creatures away! Do you know how to
conjure a-?”
“Yeah!” She cut him. “But I think we’d better perform the spell while still
here. If they are in the corridors we’ll be able to take them by surprise.” Her
friend nodded. “Fine, together, then…”
“Expecto Patronum!” they said at the same time. Lilly’s patronus took the form
of a falcon, while Remus’, to his disbelief, took the form of an enormous grim:
Padfoot.
“So much for being dirty with chocolate.” Lilly said smiling at the werewolf,
when she saw his patronus, remembering Remus touching Sirius’ lips softly a few
hours before.
“Oh, shut up and let’s go!”
They opened the door and went outside, only to find two dementors sliding in
the corridor. They took what were apparently very deep breaths, their putrid
hands reaching out in the air, making Remus dizzy and cold. However, his grim
took them both out before the silvery falcon could reach them.
“Your Padfoot is kind of greedy, ain’t he? Oh, don’t worry,” she said, looking
at Remus’ desperate face. “I won’t tell a soul! Geez, it’s almost like you’re
more afraid of me telling someone than you are of the dementors.”
“Fine, make fun, as long as you don’t tell anyone.” He said, putting up his
‘ha-ha, very funny’ face. “If you’re done teasing me, let’s go to the other
wagons. There must be more dementors.”
“Maybe we should split up. We’ll cover more ground.” The girl said, thinking.
“Yeah, but what happens if they get one of us? No, I think it’s better if we
stay together,” he replied, no longer wondering why he was better that Lilly in
Defense Against the Dark Arts.
“Oh. Very well, let’s get moving then.”
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Meanwhile, the battle was reaching its peak outside the train.
Minerva McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher, was facing two Death Eaters
alone. If she remembered their voices well from their time in Hogwarts, they
were Allecto and Nott. Both dark wizards kept firing jinxes, but these were
being rendered harmless by McGonagall’s defensive spells. They were simply
disappearing in thin air. Grinning, the professor waved her wand, letting out a
jet of red light.
Horatio Slughorn, the Potions master, was facing himself another three Death
Eaters. Obviously he got three of the ungifted ones, since despite his
presenting a rather large target, most of their curses were missing, even if
only by a few inches. Smiling Slughorn decided to simply take out one by one.
On the other side of the Hogwarts Express stood Alphard Black, Sirius’ uncle
and Hogwart’s Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher; by his side he had a
couple of aurors. They were, however, fighting seven of Voldemort’s followers.
Alphard took out three of them easily, but was then hit by a Killing Curse,
conjured by no other than his niece, Bellatrix Lestrange. Her husband, however,
was hit by one of the aurors along with most of the other Death Eaters. In her
rage, she quickly got rid of the auror that dared stupify her husband, and, now
alone, was facing the other auror, who was no one less than Alastor Moody.
While the fight happened outside, Filius Flitwick, the Charms professor, was
helping three of the minister’s magical engineers, to get the Express moving as
soon as possible. They did find a few dementors on the way, but Fliwick’s
patronus, a huge dove that was bigger than its creator, scared them away. The
work on the train’s magical engine was not simple. Voldemort had drained its
magical power and destroyed a few of the pistons. Flitwick conjured a few spare
parts and left the engineers to work, telling them to call if they needed
anything.
Finally, there was Albus Dumbledore by the first wagon of the train. His hair
was not yet completely silver, one could see a light auburn color on the tips
of his waist-length hair and beard. His face was frowned with effort, but
didn’t show hate or disgust towards the person (if one dared call him that) he
was fighting but only a fierce determination. His whole body was exuding an
aura of power few would dare to challenge.
One of these few was the one facing him now. Tom Servolo Riddle, also known as
Lord Voldemort, the most powerful Dark Lord the world had produced to that day.
His face was no longer human: his pupils were long and thin like a cat’s, his
nose had disappeared, giving place to reptilian nostrils, his skin was pale and
yet reptilian somehow. Dumbledore always thought it looked rather like a poorly
transfigurated snake.
Voldemort was launching spell after spell at Dumbledore, who kept dodging or
blocking them.
“You can’t keep dodging forever, Dumbie,” Voldemort hissed, his pupils as thin
as ever.
“Yes Tom, I believe you are quite right,” Dumbledore spoke calmly. At a wave of
his wand, an incredibly luminous jet of blue light was hurled at Riddle. He
disapparated hastily; the spell hit a tree behind him. It was quickly covered
in ice. However, Dumbledore knew better than allow him to apparate behind him.
Waving his wand as the Dark Lord disapparated, he forced him to apparate at the
same spot a few moments later. Unfortunately, his first spell was already past
Voldemort’s position.
“Oh, Dumbie, I think you hit the wrong place by mistake. So sorry…” the Lord
said, with irony.
“Oh yes. About that. Well, I shan’t allow you to run again, I believe.” While
the champion of the Light said that he held his wand like a whip, forcing what
looked like a flaming rope to curl around Voldemort's body. The rope burnt
through his vests and hit skin painfully, forcing Voldemort to let out a moan
of pain. He, however, was able to transfigurate the rope into a snake.
Dumbledore was, again, one step ahead. With only one wave of his wand, the
snake was shredded and Voldemort was thrown away at the same tree that was
covered in ice by his opponent’s spell. Voldemort heard the sound of breaking
ribs and felt the equivalent pain.
“Surrender now Tom. It is clear that continuing this fight will do you no
good,” Dumbledore said as if talking about his favorite color. The train had,
by now, started moving again. Voldemort clearly lost, not only the battle with
Dumbledore but also the chance to attack the students. Waving his wand up in
one last spell, he disapparated.
All stars in the sky had suddenly become green, as the result of Voldemort’s
spell performed before he disapparated. It was the retreat signal. Bellatrix,
who was still fighting Moody grabbed her husband’s and another Death Eater’s
limp bodies and disapparated with them. All the other Death Eaters had been
defeated either by the Hogwarts’ professors or by the aurors. They were
immediately taken to Azkaban to await trial.
The First Great War of the wizarding world against Voldemort had started.
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N/A: So, what do you think? Review and let me know. I don’t mind small reviews,

you know… :)
***** Hogwarts, Finally *****
Disclaimer: Again, I know how surprised everyone will be after hearing this,
but, NO, I do NOT own Harry Potter or its characters. Also, I am NOT having any
profit as a result of using them in this story.
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Hogwarts, Finally
Remus and Lilly kept using their patronuses to take dementors out in every one
of the wagons until, in the second one of the train, they met Flitwick and his
silvery dove. Most of the wagons had only a pair of the dark creatures.
When they met the Charms master, they told him what happened, and how they
decided to go through the train to help in the battle, at least by finishing
the dementors of. The small man remained quiet most of the time, but he held an
expression that now flickered between respect and admiration. Finally, he asked
them to help him wake up the students, which, apparently, had been “mass-
stupified”. The professor said that a simple Enervate in each student would be
enough. He also told them that they should provide no explanation: Dumbledore
would do that upon arrival at Hogwarts.
Nodding to Flitwick, Remus and Lilly started to go into every other cabin to
wake the students (they were taking the ones on the right, Flitwick the ones on
the left). As requested, every question about what had happened was answered by
a “We are not to say anything, Dumbledore will explain at Hogwarts”; or, by the
time they were tired of explaining (which happened quickly), by a “We don’t
know”. Every now and then they found someone that was still suffering the
effects of the dementors; luckily, almost everybody had bought at least a few
chocolate frogs, so Remus was able to instruct their friends to force some into
their throats.
In the end, they reached the last wagon, where James, Peter and Sirius were
still unconscious. Lilly paused before entering the cabin, seeing Remus’
expression (which was full of fear for his friends and worry for the recipient
of his new passion) with a hint of amusement. “Well, let’s go in, Remmy (the
boy flinched, Sirius came up with the nickname that very day). I’ll take James
and Peter, you handle Sirius,” she said, grinning widely, trying to make her
friend relax.
It was quite clear to Remus now that Lilly was too perceptive for her own good.
How that girl got so good at seeing right through him? Was he that obvious? Oh,
well. Focus in the task at hand. Go wake Sirius.
Remus closed in on Sirius. Something was wrong. The werewolf couldn’t feel any
heat coming from his friend’s body. He was too cold, his face was too pale, the
skin under his fingernails were too bluish, his clothes were a bit damp with
sweat. The once beautiful, silky hair was plastered in his face from cold
sweat, and his lips were thin and purplish, so unlike those full pinkish-red
lips he usually wore. “Enervate,” Remus murmured, hoping it was just a normal
reaction of Sirius’ to the dementors, that there was nothing to worry about.
The spell worked, Sirius was waking. But he started shaking uncontrollably and
opened his mouth, but no sound left his throat. It scared Remus. No. It utterly
terrified the lycanthrope. Lilly turned to them. She had just finished waking
the other boys up, they too were getting worried.
“I need chocolate now!” Remus blurted, now his own hands slightly shaking,
fearing for Sirius. His love. Unfortunately, there was no chocolate to be
found. Damn Peter and his stomach, Remus thought. Looking around like a madman,
he tried to get some chocolate out of nowhere, but there was none to be found.
“Don’t worry Moony,” James said, suddenly getting up. “I will conjure some
chocolate. I just hope conjured chocolate works.” And with a wave of his wand a
small bar of chocolate appeared out of thin air. “Sorry mate, that’s the best I
can do.”
Remus quickly got the candy out of his friend’s hands and stashed it in Sirius
mouth, performing a Force Swallowing spell. Sirius’ body became limp, but his
skin was still very pale. Suddenly he moved his arms around Remus, making the
light brown-haired boy blush heavily. “Stop. Make ‘em stop, Moony. Don’t let
them continue. I-I can’t… They will…”
“Shh. It’s alright. I’m with you now.” The werewolf started rocking the
animagus back and forth, while whispering comforting words in his ears. Remus
wished he could stay there forever. His heart was beating heavier than ever,
his pupils were so wide he thought he could be blinded by even the dimmest of
lights, his arms were tightening around Sirius with all of his strength,
holding his friend like he was all there was in the world. He was, however,
brought back by Lilly loudly kissing James’ cheeks, spreading her kisses all
around his face.
“Don’t you ever scare me like that again!” James, though, had better plans than
having pecks in his cheeks, and kissed Lilly passionately. At first, the girl
tried to fight him, but she had no choice when James’ tongue slipped through
her lips, forcing her to moan slightly and her own tongue to play around with
the uninvited intruder. After what seemed like ages (despite only a few seconds
having passed) they separated.
“I knew you would come realize your undying love for me sooner or later!” He
said excited. She, on the other hand, did not like the remark, and (again
loudly) slapped him in the face.
“You-you… Arghhh!” She managed to mumble before violently opening the door and
leaving. But before leaving she sent a significant look to Remus. He was still
holding Sirius tightly, and had no intention of letting go. She couldn’t help
but feel good for his friend that, at least, got to cuddle with Sirius,
something that he would never be able to do in a normal circumstance.
“Wait, Lilly. Can you go to Prof. Flitwick and get more chocolate for Sirius?”
Remus asked, his voice having a pleading note and his face having that ‘I-need-
love-please-give-me-love’ puppy expression. The lycanthrope knew Lilly well
enough to be able to tell that she could not say no to the conjunct effect of
voice and face. “Fine!” She said, simply.
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After a few more bites to the chocolate, Sirius was back to his former self,
and
hastily threw himself away from Remus’ embrace. Remus had to hold himself from
whining from the separation; he wanted more time like that. But, eventually, he

was able to get a grip.
“So… Are you feeling better? You… uhn… kinda scared me.”
“Sorry,” Sirius said, his voice was still a bit shaky, but seeming otherwise
fine. “What happened?”
Remus opened his mouth to answer, but James beat him to it. “Voldemort attacked
the express. He stupified us and put a bunch of dementors to watch us after.”
“And? I mean, we are not in heaven or something right? Who stopped him?”
James, not knowing the answer fully himself, simply turned to Remus.
“Well, the Hogwarts’ teachers came and fought Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
And the dementors were- uhn- scared away.” Remus said the last part blushing
slightly. But he didn’t expect Lilly to be hearing everything from the door.
“Stop being so bloody humble Remus! We, single-handedly, used our patronuses to
scare the dementors away. And turning into a tomato won’t change what you’ve
done,” she added, seeing the werewolf violently flush at being caught lying.
Not lying, withhelding the truth. Yes, withhelding the truth is not that bad.
James turned to Lilly, with a wide grin. “So you saved me? I knew it! You
couldn’t bear to see me suffering! You had to save the love of your li-” The
boy was interrupted by the loud slap he received from a very angry Lilly. “Just
so you know,” she replied, “I didn’t want to save you! I wanted to save
everyone.” But seeing James still grinning she added, “Especially Sirius. I
mean seeing that nice, tanned body shivering and that cute face pale was so
depressing...”
Saying that and smiling, she left the room, leaving a James that was about to
start crying, a Remus that was about to punch her senseless, a Sirius that
couldn’t stop smirking and a Peter that, as usual, wasn’t understanding why
everyone was acting so weird.
When the Express reached its destination, there was an enormous bus waiting for
the students. Apparently, Dumbledore decided to borrow the Knight bus to take
the students to the castle.
Peter actually flinched when he saw the vehicle. “Why do we have to go with
that?”
James frowned, “Why, have you ever used this thing?”
“Yeah. And, well, I kinda threw up. Er... A few times.”
“Heh, not to worry, lads! The Headmaster told me to give this to everyone! It’s
supposed to stop all the vomiting and stuff.” Hagrid’s voice said from behind
James
“Hagrid!” They said, collectively.
“Thanks,” they all said, after taking a gulp from a huge jar of orange potion.
“Come visit me, it’s been a while!” They nodded entering the Bus.
And it was indeed good that Dumbledore thought of that potion, Remus considered
some time later. He had never had such a bumpy, twisted ride, and, considering
he lived in a relatively remote farm it was saying something. A hufflepuff
actually couldn’t hold himself from puking right into someone’s head, in their
hair. In his hair. In his greasy, oily hair. In his greasy, oily hair, attached
to a head with an unusually long nose. When Lilly saw Severus Snape a second
after the incident, she thought she wouldn’t be able to breathe again of
laughter. So did Remus. Actually, so did everyone, even the Slytherins.
However, it would be unlikely the potion Slughorn prepared failed. Remus glared
intently at James and Sirius, trying to break ‘em into telling which one of
them did that. Seeing that that was getting him nowhere, he opened his mouth to
speak, but James beat him to it.
“Don’t look at me! If I had thought about it, I would have wanted to throw up
in him myself. And Sirius was with me and you the whole time, so I know he
didn’t do it.”
“I didn’t do it either.” Peter added, seeing his werewolf friend turning to
him.
“Well someone did it. And I’d like to know who, so I could...” he never got to
finish his phrase, Sirius’ voice cut right through the middle of the sentence.
“Give them a month detention? Tell McGonagall or Dumbledore about them?” Sirius
remembered quite well that Remus didn’t like the way they bickered with Snape.
“Actually, I wanted to congratulate them for such a well-done job, and said
that I owed them for making me laugh that hard after those dementors.” The
other Marauders stared at him, wide-eyed. “What! I do have a sense of humor,
you know. And I’m also not the cold-hearted bastard you think I am.”
Remus said the last sentence with such a hurt look and face that a tear rolled
through James’ face and Sirius was quickly up, holding him.
“You know we never thought that about you. You are the best of us all, so
adorable, and nice, gentle...” Remus was now definitely making weird noises in
his chest, he was also shaking uncontrollably. Great! He thinks we hate him. We
made him cry. Sirius thought.
The lycanthrope, however, pushed him aside, and continued laughing his ass off.
“You fell right into it! Oh, Merlin, my guts are sore from this!” James and
Sirius both had angry faces for the rest of the trip.
“You’re getting better at this Remus,” said a tall boy with a round face.
“Thanks, Frank”
“By the way, thanks for teaching me that Vomiting hex. I hope you found it
amusing.”
“Very much so. Oh, is that Alice you were snogging earlier, or was I mistaken?”
Frank turned red and simply said, “Was that Black you were holding in the
train?” Seeing that he reached his objective (Remus flinching) he looked around
and said, “Sorry, but I have to go talk with Alice. See ya!”
A heavy silence feel between the marauders, until, eventually, Peter said,
“We’re here!” and smiles have made their ways through all of their faces. They
were at Hogwarts. Finally.

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***** The grim-struck grim *****

The grim-struck grim(1)
Despite his happiness for arriving at his ‘other home’, Remus could not bring
himself to be completely happy. Sirius’ great-uncle was one of the two
exceptions in the Black family: neither Alphard nor Andromeda hated (or
tortured, or ignored, or loathed) the tall youth. The werewolf had to tell
Sirius himself. After he had turned into an animagus for him, Remus couldn’t
let he find out through Dumbledore, in front of everyone in the Great Hall. He
knew Sirius enough to know that he’d crumble, and shake and sob, and all that
would only be multiplied if he had to keep it bottled up to look strong.
All the marauders had already gotten up of their seats and were curiously
staring at Remus, still seated. “Sorry,” he apologized, getting up, “Got a
little bit lost in my thoughts, I guess…”
James grinned. “Alright, we all know that if there’s one thing you do, that is
over think.”
Sirius’ eyes narrowed and he slapped the back of his friend’s head, being
awarded with an angry look. “Don’t talk to Moony like that!”
“Why not? He is my friend too!”
“That doesn’t give you the right to be a bloody jerk!”
“OH, for Merlin’s sake! Will you shut up if I apologize?” Sirius just nodded.
“Fine. I’m sorry Remus.” He really did sound honest.
“It’s alright James, I didn’t get offended.” The lycanthrope then turned to
Sirius. “Erm... Thanks. For- you know...”
Sirius nodded, dismissing the subject.
When the marauders left the Knight bus they quickly entered the castle, since
the vehicle stopped right by the door. They were walking slowly, James and
Sirius were discussing quidditch, while Peter was listening carefully, nodding
every time either one of his more intelligent friends finished a sentence.
Remus was just being his quiet self, looking around and thinking about how to
get Sirius alone before dinner. That had to be done fast, since the four
students were reaching the Great Hall.
Remus was spared the trouble of figuring it out when Dumbledore walked by them.
“Mr. Lupin, I will have to ask you to come to my office tomorrow at six
o’clock, so that we can discuss the recent events. Miss Evans will be present
as well.” He appeared to have finished and, after Remus saying he’d be there,
the marauders were about to restart walking. But Dumbledore, looking like he
just noticed something, added, “Oh, yes! Mr. Black, could you accompany Mr.
Lupin to the transfiguration classroom? There is something I need him to do
there.” Saying that, the professor winked to Remus, making sure he understood
that what he had to do is exactly what he was planning to do: tell Sirius about
the death of his great-uncle.
So both boys nodded and started walking to the second floor, where said room
was, missing the suspicious look they were getting from James and the curious
one from Peter. They walked quickly and quietly. The unusual silence seemed
oddly creepy, the light from the torches and candles illuminating the way
flickering from even the smallest of breezes; even their breaths could
influence the flames.
Finally, they reached Prof. McGonagall’s classroom. Sirius, who until then
remained quiet, decided to break the silence and clarify the situation. “So…
Why are we here anyway? What does Dumbledore want you to do?”
Remus’ stomach looped and twisted, its acids reaching dangerously close to the
back of his mouth. His heart ached, and his head hurt. The werewolf had no idea
how to tell his best friend, the love of his life, that the closest person he
had to a father in his family was killed by Death Eaters.
“Remy, are you ok?” Sirius was worried, seeing his friend trembling and very
pale.
“N-not really, no. I need to tell you something, Padfoot. Oh, Merlin!” Now, how
the hell does someone break this kind of news? “I need you to know that I’m
here for you. I’ll always be here for you. If you told me you hate me, I’d
still be here.”
“Oh, come on, I’m never-” The tall youth didn’t continue because Remus shushed
him.
“Just listen for now, please.” Remus’ look was so incredibly sad, like he was
being forced to destroy something he loved, that Sirius hadn’t had the nerves
to reply. “I’ll still be here even if you turn into a Death Eater and,
regretting your actions, need a shoulder to cry on. I needyou to know. Promise
me you know.”
The eyes of the tawny-haired boy were so pleading. “Remus, you are scaring me.”
“Promise! Promise me you know!”
Now Remus’ eyes were definitely watery. “I promise. I always knew and will
always remember that. Keep in mind that I feel the same way towards you.”
“Of course. That’s why I have to tell you this myself. So, here goes nothing.
Your great-uncle Alphard was in the battle against the Death Eaters, a few
hours ago, when you were all fainted. He- One of the Death Eaters… Oh, Sirius,
he is dead. I’m so, so sorry!”
Sirius was shocked. Uncle Alphard was such a strong wizard. He would probably
only loose to Dumbledore and, maybe, Voldemort, in the matter of knowledge and
fighting ability. He was also so very kind and affectionate with him. Like a
sort of father. How could he be gone?
“How… Who… What?” Sirius was mumbling, tears leaking from his eyes. Remus heart
had just cracked a little.
“Sirius… I- Come here!” He said, moving to embrace the other student, pressing
the black-haired youth’s head into his chest, his left arm around his waist,
his right arm patting Sirius’ hair and back. Remus allowed them to collapse on
the floor, using all his might to make the fall as soft as possible. The
soothing words the werewolf was speaking held no coherence. He just wanted to
wrap Sirius in a blanket of warmth and love and support. Eventually (Remus lost
track of time), he started rocking back and forth with Sirius in his arms, the
front of his robes warm and wet.
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Remus didn’t know for how long they stayed there, but now he could see tinge of

clarity in the horizon through the window. Soon the sun would rise and they
couldn’t stay in a classroom anymore. So, reluctantly, he forced himself and
Sirius to get up. The black-haired man’s face looked up form the werewolf’s
chest, but the latter shushed him gently.
“Don’t worry, Pads. Let’s just move to the Room of Requirement, Ok? I’ll stay
with you as long as it takes.”
“T-Thanks,” was all the other youth could say.
They walked slowly, Sirius still clutched to Remus. Upon reaching the place,
the door was already there, without any of them having to think of a place.
Carefully, they walked in.
“Hello, boys! I was expecting you.” It was Dumbledore. Sirius tried to unbury
his head from Remus’ chest, but the werewolf’s hands had already surrounded his
head and his waist in an incredibly protective manner. He felt so safe!
Seeing that he had no response, the Headmaster said, “Oh, don’t worry, Mr.
Lupin. I just came to say that you are excused of lessons for as long as
needed. I will tell Mr. Potter and Mr. Pettigrew to take notes for you.
However, I would like to remind you of our appointment today at six o’clock.
There is a clock on that lovely desk.” With that, for the first time Remus
looked around at the room. It was exactly as his bedroom back home, except that
both the room and the furniture were slightly larger. His jaw dropped. How can
Dumbledore know about my room?
The professor’s twinklish eyes blinked at him and then he left leaving Sirius
and Remus alone. The tawny-haired man quickly led Sirius to the enlarged bed,
laying both of them down on it. He gave his love some pecks on the top of his
head. The werewolf’s hands were also caressing his friend’s back gently.
They laid there for quite sometime, and Sirius had already fallen asleep, when
Remus caught a glimpse of the clock showing the hour of five thirty-six. He had
no choice but to leave Sirius. Thinking about writing a note to him, he found
parchment, ink and a few quills at the same desk where the clock was. So he
wrote his note.
‘Dear Sirius,
I have to go meet Dumbledore. I hope you don’t wake up while I’m there, but if
you do, be sure that I’ll try to be back ASAP. I have put a Proteus spell on
the sickle on the nightstand. If you need me, just touch it with your wand and
its pair will warm up in my pocket.
At that point, Remus had to think. He wanted to write it; after all, there were
so many different types of it. Yes, he’d write it.
‘I love you, keep that in mind.
My thoughts are with you,
Remus.’
He blew on the parchment to force the ink to dry and left it on the nightstand.
The lycanthrope left after giving Sirius a goodbyeish peck on the right cheek.
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(1): For those of you who didn’t get it for English not being your mother
tongue: Sirius turns into a big black dog, very much like the big black dog
that
represents death (see Prisoner of Azkaban). So, in other words, the title is
‘The death-struck dog’. Hope this explanation wasn’t too idiotic! ;)
NA: I think this chap is kind of melodramatic… So, sorry about that. I’ve been
having kind of a writer’s block on this story. Hopefully after this chap. it
will pass. Please review and leave your impressions, and if you have the time,
visit my other story! It was supposed to be a oneshot Sirry (Sirius/Harry), but
now it will be a full-blown story. Thanks for sticking with me!
***** The Wolf's Loyalty *****
A/N: First of all: Sorry, sorry, sorry it took me so long. That writer’s block
decided to settle in my brain, so I decided to post even if the chapter was
small. Also, I will rebuild the first chapter, since making a physical
description of the characters completely slipped my mind. I’ll put it up when I
update the next chapter
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The Wolf’s Loyalty
Remus arrived quickly at Dumbledore’s office. The headmaster told him to seat,
but they had to wait for Miss Evans to arrive as well. She only did arrive some
15 minutes later, flushed and with messed hair.
The werewolf raised an eyebrow to his friend, but she dismissed it with her
hand. “Sorry professor,” she said simply, not offering any excuse whatsoever,
though Remus could think of a certain James Potter who was probably enjoying
himself immensely right now.
“Well, Miss Evans, I certainly do not mind of your late arrival, but I am
fairly sure that Remus does not share this feeling. Also, I cannot dodge from
my responsibility as your teacher. Therefore, five points from Gryffindor.” The
girl looked mildly embarrassed, but Dumbledore held a caring smile and
continued in a calm tone. “Well, with that out of our way, I’m sure you are
wondering why I asked you to come meet me, correct?”
Remus shifted in his seat. Sirius needed him, he couldn’t afford to loose time,
and with that in mind, he had to ‘force’ Dumbledore to begin already; the
headmaster was known to run around the subject on occasion. “Errr- Not really,
sir. You certainly want to explain us why we were not mass-stupified like
everyone else in the train and might want to know what exactly did we see while
the others were unconscious.”
The old man cocked an eyebrow. “Indeed Mr. Lupin. Worry not, dear boy, this
shall not take much time.” Nothing gets past him, Remus thought. “So, let us
first enter the subject of why you, of all people in the Hogwarts Express,
resisted a spell performed by no other than Voldemort himself.” Dumbledore
looked at his students. “No winces? Good!
“You see, the explanation for Mr. Lupin is quite simple. Since he is a
werewolf, he tends to be immune to mass-curses in general. The magic of the
wolf allows for that type of protection: curses must be directed at him to work
properly. No problem there.
“But Miss Evans has no such natural protection. So, why would she as well be
immune to the spell? I did a bit of research on my own, which, if I may say, is
saying quite a lot. Some werewolves have an ability to- well; envelop people in
their protection. Those are the so-called ‘Alpha-material werewolves’. They
have this ability as a form of protecting anyone they consider to be in their
pack and in need of protection.
“Am I correct to consider you showed some form of fragility to Mr. Lupin
earlier that day, Miss Evans?”
Lilly flushed a bit, but when she opened her mouth her voice was steady. “Yes
sir. My sister… Errr, she was somewhat-” She paused to think of the best word.
“Aggressive towards me during this break. I talked to Remus in the train and
he- helped me to steady myself.”
Great! Another thing I didn’t know about myself. So, now I’m the gay, Alpha-
material werewolf with a crush on his best friend. Just what I wanted to be!
Remus said, his face betraying a bit of his unease with the news.
Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled, like every time he found himself to be right. “Mr.
Lupin then protected you by sharing his protection, since he saw your fragility
at the moment. You should be proud, Miss Evans. That means he considers you a
very close friend, almost his family. Only at that level of closeness does a
werewolf share his protection.”
Lilly turned to her friend with watery eyes. “Oh Remus,” she said, before
crushing him in her arms. The werewolf remained in her arms for quite a while,
and he was starting to have trouble breathing, until Dumbledore interfered,
coughing to get their attention. Remus sent him an appreciative look.
“On a closely related matter, it has been decided that both of you will be
awarded a special prize for special services to this school andprotecting your
fellow students. Your courage will be noted in your files and in your
yearbook.” He paused for a few seconds. “I am very proud of both of you.”
Both Remus’ and Lilly’s hearts swelled to twice their size at those words, and
they thanked the headmaster simultaneously. The older man smiled and dismissed
them gently.
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It didn’t take long for Remus to get rid of Lilly and get back to the
Requirement Room. Wishing it to be the same place he left Sirius in, he
entered.
“Hey.” Sirius was already up. His eyes were red and swollen, and the path of
the tears was still clear in his face.
“Hey. Are you feeling any better?”
“A bit, thanks.”
“Err. Do you want me to get some food?”
Sirius smiled for the first time since he found out. “Well, considering we are
at the Room of Requirement, I just have to imagine any kind of food and it will
appear. Though I was waiting for you so we could eat together. You haven’t
eaten for as long as myself.”
I guess he’s better than I imagined. “I know. And what exactly do you want to
eat, Mr. Padfoot?”
“Well, I- I’m not really hungry... Why don’t you choose?”
Or not so much. “Alright. Why not something utterly unhealthy? Cheeseburgers
with fries and ice cream for desert!”
Sirius seemed to beam at the prospect. “With chocolate topping?”
The werewolf smiled sexily. “With any and everything you want.” That made the
animagus blush violently.
“Deal.” And they started to eat the food that miraculously appeared on the
table.
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Three days had passed since then. When Remus and Sirius appeared back at the
Common Room after their private lunch, there were no questions asked. Right
after the black-haired animagus peaked his head in the Gryffindor Tower, James
threw himself at him in a rib-breaking hug that lasted well over ten minutes.
Sirius even earned a comforting peck on the cheek from Lilly, before the girl
threw herself at Remus, thanking him (apparently, it took a while for her to
process the whole ‘Remus protected me on the train’ thing). All in all, after
that, Remus was jealous because of James, James was jealous because of Sirius,
Sirius was jealous because of Lilly, and Peter, again, stood there, oblivious
to
the reason why his friends were all now glaring at each other.
The next day, Remus woke up early (as usual), and, after having breakfast, ran
into Sirius on his way back to the tower.
Sirius was rather flushed at the sight of the tawny-haired boy. “Hullo, Rem.”
Remus looked a bit flustered as well, but the animagus couldn’t tell if it was
from running into him or from the quick pace he was using to walk before. “Hey.
Going to breakfast?”
Sirius leaned his head on his own shoulder. “Actually, I was looking for you. I
already told the others when I got the letter a few minutes ago. I have to go
home, for the reading of his will.”
“Oh. Alright. You’re leaving now?”
Sirius nodded. Remus hugged him tightly and asked him to use the charmed sickle
to let him know if he needed anything. With another nod, his blue-eyed friend
went on his way to Dumbledore’s office.
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The next morning Remus woke up from the burning coin in his pocket and the
sound
of Sirius’ voice screaming ‘Remus!’ in his head.
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***** Lucifer and her Four Horsewomen *****
A/N: Hi you all. Sorry for the small chapter, but I think it was necessary. All
the new Black family names are star’s names, ok? And sorry for the cliffhanger
in the last chapter. Oh, and I’ll start reforming the first chapter as soon as
I put this one on.
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Lucifer and Her Four Horsewomen
Sirius arrived at Grimmauld Place in mid-afternoon, at the exact time he was
requested to be there (since we all know how much time he wants to spend around
his family). He didn’t even shake when he reached the mansion’s fireplace, and
aristocratically left it.
Apparently the whole family was there, probably trying to increase their
personal fortunes by adding some of Alphard’s large patrimony. Sirius could see
his beloved mother smirking at him and his 4 cousins Bellatrix, Narcissa,
Adhara and Shaula. All four of them were glaring with their pale blue eyes. The
animagus decided that they definitely earned his nickname for them: the four
horsewomen of Apocalypse. He couldn’t help but grin at them with this thought.
Also there, hiding behind his mother, was Regulus, Sirius’ brother, and
Andromeda, in a corner, holding her daughter Nymphadora.
Ignoring all others, Sirius made a beeline towards Andromeda, his dear Andy,
the last of the descent Blacks excluding himself. He hugged her as tight as he
could, considering the existence of a 1-year-old baby between them.
“I missed you so much, Andy,” he whispered, kissing her cheek.
“I missed you too, Sear. Nymphie here missed you too! Her father was outraged
when her second word, after mommy, was Siri!” Andy laughed.
“Of course! She’s a marauder, that one!” he said, looking lovingly at the baby,
who found a way to grab his finger and was now playing with it. “Although after
he insisted on naming her Nymphadora, I think he deserves that.”
Andromeda slapped his arm. “Sirius Orion Black!”
But before she could continue, a cough was heard. When they turned around from
talking to each other, they saw a goblin waiting with a pieceof parchment in
his hands.
“Well, now that I have your attention, I’ll start reading the will of Alphard
Cepheus Black, former Hogwarts’ Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. The
division of his assets is quite simple: One third of his fortune is to go to
Andromeda Alhena Black, as well as the house located outside of Glasgow. The
rest of the assets are to be given to Sirius Orion Black, who will also receive
the status of emancipated.” At hearing all of this, Sirius and Andy just gaped,
while the others looked indignant. “That means he is no longer under the care
of his parents; however, the prohibition of underage magic still stands. That
would be all,” the goblin ended.
“Outrageous! I will have none of that!” Mrs. Black (as in Sirius mother)
yelled, pointing her wand threateningly towards the goblin.
“Ma’am, if you dare using your magic against a goblin you will fall under
section 56-B of the Goblin Protection Act. And I assure you that being a Black
will not allow you to escape punishment, much like being the wife of Salazar
Slytherin did not save Sischelgaita Slytherin from Azkaban.” At that, the woman
lowered her wand. “Very good. I shall be going then. Good day,” the goblin
said, before disapparating.
“You six!” Mrs. Black said. “Go back to where you came from! Sirius will stay
here, for I have unfinished business with him,” she said, and, with a wave of
her wand, she cast a full body-bind hex in Sirius.
“I won’t let you!” Andy objected.
“Oh, but you will. Otherwise I will be forced to... purify the Black family
blood by erasing this mudblood baby from existence!”
Reluctantly, fearing for her baby, Andromeda disapparated, but only to get to
Hogwarts to speak with the headmaster, the only one she thought that could save
Sirius.
But, as the third Cruciatus he received lifted the binding spell, Sirius was
able to touch a coin in his pocket with his wand, while desperately thinking
about Remus. As the torture continued, Sirius wondered why these Cruciatus hurt
so much less than he remembered, and, just before he passed out, he remembered
that a true Cruciatus was supposed to keep you awake in your suffering.
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***** The Dog, The Wolf and The Bitch *****
A/N: Hey people. Back to my every-two-week updating, I guess. Hope you enjoy
this! Also, Hermione asked me to tell you to remember that only a wizardcan’t
apparate at Hogwarts. And, finally, I haven’t had time to reform the first
chapter, but I will do it. I hope… Err, let the show continue!
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The Dog, The Wolf and The Bitch.
Remus couldn’t remember much of what happened after he got up frantically
searching for someone who could help him. All he knew is that now he was
barefooted in front of the headmaster, his feet having, apparently, left a
bloody trail in his path, for he didn’t stop to slip something on them.
Professor McGonagall was beside him, looking worried; however, her worries were
not directed towards Sirius, but towards himself. Since the werewolf didn’t
know if he had explained his teacher anything, he didn’t bother with her
staring.
A heavy silence lingered for a few seconds before Remus opened his mouth to
speak. The headmaster, as usual, beat him to it. “What happened Remus? It is
awfully early for even you to be up.”
“Professor, we need to go to Grimmauld Place. Sirius- His mother is doing
something to him. I heard him screaming. In my head! And I gave him a coin with
a Temperature-Proteus spell, and it woke me up, burning. We have to go!” The
last part was said in an almost scream.
Dumbledore was startled, but his expression darkened, showing he understood the
gravity of the situation. “Very well. I shall go see what’s happening.” Seeing
Minerva’s disbelieving face he added, “Mister Lupin is probably correct
Minerva, but how he attained this knowledge I cannot discuss at the moment.
Stay here with him.”
What does he mean by stay here with him? I am not staying here! He opened his
mouth to protest, but decided there was no time. As Dumbledore was touching
Fawkes to side-apparate with the creature, Remus shrugged McGonagall’s hand
from his shoulder and ran to touch Fawkes as well. Suddenly, he was enveloped
by flames and then, there was only darkness around him.
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Remus, Dumbledore and Fawkes appeared at an entrance hall. It was... well the
only word was exquisite. The floor was marbled, with an enormous Persian rug in
the middle. The side-window was covered by black velvet curtains, with details
in pure gold. Actually, the very wallpaper had stripes of pure silver and gold.
But Remus didn’t care. All he cared about was what could be heard coming from
the living room ahead.
A tall, elegant woman was slapping an unconscious Sirius, who was seated in a
chair. Remus felt everything leave his body. All though and rationale, pain and
pleasure, black and white, light and darkness. There was only rage and blood
and strength. And Sirius. His Sirius.
He leapt on the woman, being able, somehow, to cut the many meters that
separated him from his target. She didn’t stand a chance. The lycanthrope hands
were around her neck, and he carried her towards the nearest wall, that he used
to support his victim and push her back into it. Her wand was in her hand, but
Remus’ knee quickly literally crushed the hand against the hard wall. A scream
and the sound of breaking bones echoed through the house, and then one could
only hear the sound of the witch’s blood dripping on the floor from a
disfigured hand.
Remus pressed harder on her neck, making her gawk. Dumbledore, seeing this,
intervened. “That’s enough Remus!” And he waved his wand letting out an
Expelliarmus spell.
The gryffindor heard the buzz of the spell getting near. But no! Nothing would
interfere! It just clicked, his magic connected with his second nature, and he,
almost unconsciously, waved his free hand. The spell went right back to
Dumbledore, forcing his wand to fly away from him.
Never had the old wizard encountered such a situation. Because he couldn’t
exude his power. No, the room was already filled with raw, sheer power. And it
wasn’t his. That paralyzed him. Never, never, had he felt overpowered by
someone.
Remus opened his mouth, and when he spoke, the voice was deep, hoarse and
threatening. “Never hurt any of my friends again, or you will be begging for
Cruciatus when I’m done.” Again, his hands tightened their grip on her neck;
and only when calloused hands touched his arm, only when a trembling figure
spoke slowly and low in his ears, did he let go.
“Remmy. She’s not worthy. I’m alright now. You can let her go.” And the woman
fell to the floor with a thump.
“Sirius…” The werewolf whispered. “I was so worried. So worried.” And he held
his friend tightly.
Dumbledore, snapping out of his trance, got his wand and pointed it towards
Mrs. Black. “Rennervate! Well, Mrs. Black, if any of what happened here gets
out, I will be forced to denounce and sue you for the way you treated your son.
And, might I add, that the last time a member of the Wizengammot lost a process
he was pursuing, Merlin was just a little baby,” then he turned towards his
students: “Let us leave this place. Fawkes!”
Again, flames surrounded Remus, but he couldn’t help but pass out in the arms
of his best friend.
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His feet hurt. A lot. But there was this warm weight in his lap, and he had to
know what it was, so he opened his eyes. His first sight was Sirius' handsome
face staring back at him.
“Good morning WonderWolf. How are you?” Sirius asked, concern etching his face.
“Sore. My feet hurt.”
“I know. Dumbledore said you ran barefooted all over the Castle and that when
you passed the Potion’s lab, there were some broken vials on the floor.” The
animagus lifted his head and his hands started stroking the tawny hair of his
friend. “Sorry. It was my fault.”
Remus raised a hand, dismissively. “Don’t you dare Padfoot! It was not your
fault, but that… that…”
“Whore's? Hag's? Bitch's?” Sirius offered, grinning.
“All of the above,” Remus said returning the grin. Suddenly he shivered. “It’s
cold.”
Sirius looked at him affectionately. “Yeah. Scoot over,” the dog-animagus said,
laying at the bed and throwing blankets around them and his arms around Remus.
The werewolf snuggled into the inviting chest, inhaling Sirius’ scent and
dozing off quickly.
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“How dare you, you chauvinistic, insensitive, moronic, womanizer-” the loud
sound of a slap followed. “If you dare say that to me again, I will make sure
you make a pretty little eunuch!”
Three, two, one...
The dorm room burst open, letting in a flustered James. In his face one could
easily distinguish the red outline of a hand imprinted. “Remus, can you tell me
the meaning of...” he was cut by Remus before he could continue.
“Chauvinistic means you’re a man who thinks that he is better than women,”
Remus simplified, for James better understanding. “Eunuch is a castrated man
that were used by some kings for- err... I assume you can guess.”
“Oh,” James said, crestfallen.
Remus had been witnessing James and Lily sparring since... well, since the two
set eyes on each other, really. But since he came back from the hospital wing a
few days before (with strict orders for a three-day bed rest), it was becoming
more and more exaggerated. The lycanthrope couldn’t help but feel bad for his
male friend: maybe, in the beginning, he was just trying to annoy the red-head,
but now he genuinely liked — maybe loved — her. However James had the tact of a
stomping elephant on a glass floor, and he couldn’t help but ruin all the talks
he had with the girl.
Since he couldn’t get up, Remus beckoned James to sit beside him on his bed.
The tawny-haired youth loved James very much, like a brother. The tall
gryffindor was his first friend on Hogwarts (since Sirius was forced by his
mother into a cabin with Narcissa in his first ride to the school), the first
one to reassure him of his lycanthropy not being a problem. Sirius and James
were probably closer, but James and Remus shared a silent pact to always be
there for each other, sealed when, one night, the werewolf cried on the
quidditch captain’s shoulder about the rejection of his disease and his tall
friend cried on his shoulder for the death of his cousin in the hands of the
Death Eaters. It had been the night Remus was confronted about his condition,
and the owl bearing the news to James had tapped the window after a pregnant
silence between the two. Only he and James were in the dorm, the raven-haired
boy not having told anybody about his discovery, but convincing Remus to share
it with Sirius and Remus. So many years have passed since then...
When James finally sat down next to his friend, Remus immediately wrapped an
arm around the other boy’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly, while James buried
his head in the crook of Remus’s neck. “I’m sorry, James.”
“Not your fault,” was the muffled answer he received, followed by a sniff. Now,
he wouldn’t let James be that way. Remus had decided, when he finally made
friends with Lily, that he would stay neutral in this little vendetta thing
they had going. But he knew now that what James was feeling was real and he
also knew that Lily did have a thing for James.
“Don’t worry. I... I will help you.” James looked at his friend, wide-eyed at
the intervention. “Oh, don’t you think that it’ll be that easy,” the werewolf
warned, “ ‘cuz if you hurt Lily, I will have your balls served to a manticore
as snack!”
Despite this warning James gave Remus a look full of affection and gratitude.
“Noted. I am serious about her, Moony.”
Remus tried to keep a solemn face, but it soon broke into a smile and squeezed
James’ shoulder with one arm, while ruffling the wild hair with the other. “I
know that, you daft! Do you really think I would be helping you otherwise?”
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It was a good talk, Remus concluded later. He found in James an eager listener,
that hanged to every word he said. Some of his advice was on the obvious side:
not to just go and steal kisses from her without permission, not to call her
anything that she doesn’t like (especially fire head, that she found
particularly offensive), etc... Some other were on the fine points of Lily’s
likings, such as her favorite color, flower, food; all those things that being
one of the most popular guys in Hogwarts James usually didn’t have to know to
get a date. Of course, as a good friend of the girl, Remus hid some things from
the quidditch captain.
Now he was sitting in an armchair in the common room, watching the interaction
between James and Lily. Remus’ advice obviously paid off, since they were both
smiling and talking and there was no screaming or slapping. Eventually, they
both turned and walked up to Remus, the girl bearing a shy smile, James
grinning like a madman.
“Got yourselves a hot date?” the werewolf asked, smiling himself.
“Yes, well...” the red-head started, but James cried a “Yes!” and gave the girl
a peck on the cheek. However, remembering what Remus said earlier, he blushed
and murmured, “Sorry.”
Lily just smiled and gave the boy a kiss of her own. “I don’t mind,” she
murmured as well.
Remus, watching their behavior, sighed and said loudly, “You are completely and
utterly hopeless!”
Lily glared at him. “Oh, do shut up!”
The lycanthrope just smiled, jumped a little at a thought that crossed his mind
and said, “I demand to be the ring-bearer!”
“The what?” Lily asked.
“The ring-bearer. On a wizard wedding, there’s a person that is entrusted with
the rings, the ring-bearer. You still have the best man and the maid of honor,
but they are there as witnesses of the union for each part. Their role, at
least theoretically, is to ensure that either the groom or the bride are not
being forced into anything and are treated fairly,” Remus explained, in his
usual professorial tone. “But the bearer acts as a person both of them trust,
that will be witness and guardian of the union itself,” he finished.
“Oh,” Lily said, “well, of course you will be-” she interrupted herself,
realizing she just ignored the true meaning of what her friend said.
“Hopefully, my future fiancé will like you when I introduce the two of you,”
she finished, correcting herself.
James just nudged her and said, “I’ll ignore that last part because you just
imagined us as a couple, getting married.”
The red-haired girl opened her mouth to retort, but found that there wasn’t
really anything she could say. She had just agreed to go out with James,
finally allowing the wall she built around herself against the tall boy to fall
to pieces at his feet. So, she just pecked him on the cheek and left, smiling
as she felt his gaze following her lithe form through the dorm’s stairs.
When he was able to unglue his eyes from Lily’s retreating form, he looked at
Remus and smirked. “So... What about you?”
“Huh?” Remus answered, confused.
“Well, aren’t there any girls on your mind?” he clarified, wiggling his
eyebrows.
“No girl,” the lycanthrope answered earnestly before he could stop himself.,
and then covered his mouth with his hands.
James eyebrows froze at their movement. “My, my. Can’t really say I blame you,
though,” he said, looking again at the stairs leading to the girls’ dorms.
“Women can be tough.” Remus just nodded, his eyes full of gratitude, James
squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. “Well, then. Who’s this boy?”
At that moment, Sirius decided to barge in through the portrait hole, a
hufflepuff blonde hanging from his left arm. When Remus looked at the scene his
jaw became rigid and he clenched his hands painfully, his fingernails tearing
at skin. Ignoring his friend’s last question, Remus just got up and climbed the
stairs, as the girl started to try to get Sirius to kiss her.
James, whose eyes widened in recognition, decided to intervene, “I’m sorry, but
the common room is for gryffindors only. If you don’t leave,” he said, pointing
to the girl, “I’ll be forced to call Prof. McGonagall.” The girl pouted a lot,
but eventually nodded and left.
Sirius thought James had seen his look, considering he really didn’t want
nothing to do with the girl. He wanted nothing to do with any girl, really.
“Thanks mate. She was really...” he stopped as James held his hand up.
“Whatever, Padfoot. I need to see how Moony’s doing.”
Sirius got worried. “What do you mean? Is he ok? Did his cuts opened up again?
Damn it, Madam Pomfrey told him he was in bed rest, why did he come down-”
James, however, was too mad at Sirius to listen to his ranting. “Shut up,
Sirius. How can you be so clueless? The only thing hurting Moony now are you!”
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