Of Love and Labor

Title: Of love and labor

Summary: Sirius is finally free, and has been having some major problems getting his life together after Azkaban. This may very well be the time that he needs Remus the most, to bad Remus has become preoccupied with a certain someone that has come to stay with them over the summer…

Pairings: Remus/Sirius, Remus/Harry, Sirius/Bill *slash*

Disclaimers: Characters aren\'t mine, just borrowing them for a bit. Promise to bring them back safe and mildly corrupted when im done.


Chapter 2: Glitter Scars pt1 (Sirius pt of view)





*Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep*

*Snort*

*Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep*

*Groan*

*Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep*

*Clatter*

*Exaggerated sigh*

“ Damn it” I mutter, sitting up and scratching my leg. I had shattered another alarm clock. Fourth one in two weeks. Heavy-duty durability my ass. I picked up my wristwatch from the bedside table. “ Eight-thirty? Why the hell-? OH! *Sigh* the things I do for glitter.”

I had promised my best mate, Bill Weasley, that I would accompany him on his ‘spur-of-the-moment’ (planned two weeks in advance) shopping trip. Not that I didn’t do anything on a whim, mind you, but nothing *I* did required waking up at 8:30 in the bloody morning.

Remus snorted in his sleep. I turned and watched him as he rolled over to face me, still deep in his peaceful slumber. For a moment, he looked just like the 15 yr old Remus Lupin that I’d fallen in love with all those years ago. So many memories. Despite all of the hard times, the fights, the pranks, the detentions: he always found time to hold my hand, tell me how much he loved me, be my rock, a shoulder to cry on. And he still is, all of those things. It makes me realize how lucky I am, to have someone like him. Even as I watch, a strand of his honey coloured hair blows to and fro, in sync with his deep breathing. His lids gently closed, shielding his warm hazel-brown eyes. His lips slightly parted, moistened, pink, and full. Delicate, swan-like neck, where a patch tinged scarlet told of our previous nights fun. His shoulders, back, waist, bronzed skin curving into the mound that was his back side, lightly covered by the comforter. Yes, this was Remus. My Remus. The knowledge that this divine creature my eyes were feasting on was mine made me want to whop for joy and inasurasure at the same time, but I thought it best to restrain myself. Not best to be on the receiving end of one of his hexes.

Standing and stretching, I made my way to the bathroom door located next to my dresser. I closed the door tightly and pulled my shirt off overhead, taking my wand out of my PJ pant pocket. I always slept with my wand. Always. Mental thing I guess. Remus called it peace of mind. Yea, right. Even my wand wasn’t enough to keep away the demons in my worst nightmares. Sitting cross-legged, I leaned back against the basin and waved the object in question over my right forearm, then my left. I looked down at the revealed scars, evidence of the nasty habit I picked up somewhere in 7th year. Scar tissue sealed the deep cuts embedded in my arms, leaving red, pink, and brown lines on the otherwise pale fresh. Tears spilled down my face and I tried to quiet my sobs as I remembered the millions of reasons as to why I had inflicted this pain upon myself so many times.

We all know about my abusive parents and my retched home life (and although thatn’t n’t help the situation much), it wasn’t the starting trigger. I guess, well, I guess it was really I. When you look in the mirror, you’re supposed to see yourself, right? But how can you see you’re self if you can’t even recognize your self anymore? When all you’ve become is a little piece of everything that every one wants you to be? / Suave, debonair Sirius Black (it was an act)…sexy Sirius Black (fake charm)…perfect hair (it was a potion)…perfect teeth (it was a charm)…shinning eyes (they were contacts)…flawless skin (yet another charm)… Sirius Black, who was extremely bright, but put all of his knowledge into pointless things… funny Sirius Black…Dependable Sirius Black… FUCK SIRIUS BLACK / I HATED Sirius Black. I looked into the mirror and wanted nothing more then to maul that flawless skin, yank out that perfect hair, poke out those gorgeous eyes. This wasn’t me. The truth is, if you would’ve asked me right then and there who the real Sirius Black was, what his believes and morals were, even what his favorite colour was, he couldn’t have told you… the faceted Sirius’s favorites colour was yellow.

I jerked out of my thoughts of self-loathing when I heard a cough from the bedroom. Remus would be awake soon. I finished undressing and stepped into a steaming hot shower, my problems temporarily washed away with the watunniunning down my face. I reached for my favorite shampoo, the one Bill gave me as a present (berry-blast, literally. I had quite the headache for days after I opened the bottle and a shot like a cannon rang out. He at least seemed to think it was funny), before I changed my mind and grabbed for Remus’s instead. L,
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One of my other favorites. Remus never understood my need to use his things. Truth be told, nether did I. When I was upset or bothered or stressed, the only think that would help me would be to put on one of his sweaters, or use his hair brush, or read one of his books. Sleeping in his bed was my favorite. The scent of him was always imprinted in his things. It calmed me. He calmed me. Ah well, so much for reason.

Gently massaging through my hair, I thought back, remembering the year past, when nearly all of this (Remus, my freedom, shelter, good friends…) seemed impossible. Two years previous I was till on the run, unsure iwoulwould survive, if I would ever get the chance to see Remus or this house again. When Dumbledore told me to lie low at Lupin’s, my heart fell into the pit of my stomach. Revisit the only man I’ve ever truly loved? Just, show up on his doorstep and present the news (bad as usual, just as before)? I was unsure, actually dreading the visit. But at the same time I was exited. I hadn’t seen him, truly seen him in so long… so I transformed into my dog form and ran as fast as I dared, back to the man that I still loved, if he would let me. It was awkward at first: our every move dredging up some old memory thought long forgotten, bittersweet laughter, furtive glances, until he finally worked up the nerve to ask me what I really wanted…Him.

That night, we came up with a plan to clear me. Surprisingly enough, it involved Snape, who was oddly corporative. Since he was a spy for the light, all he needed to do was gather enough evidence to support the ‘theory’ that Pettigrew and a few other Death Eaters were in fact Death Eaters that were alive and actively attending the meetings. It was difficult (especially since we couldn’t risk Snape getting caught in the process), but less so than we thought it would be. Fudge, the minister of magic, had been killed four months previous when a pack of DE’s hit the ministry. Six others were killed trying to protect him. The evidence documents that Snape was working on couldn’t have been finisat aat a better time. Every thing at the ministry was still on hiatus, and I’d be surprised if they had even read the contents of the documents before they stamped them in. Snape had managed to get me a Hon orated trial, on the evidence that Pettigrew was still alive and quite healthy. It was to be held in close to three months. Needless to say, I owed Snape my life, and I’m sure he was aware of it also. Sin Since then me and Remus have talked and talked, and have decided that we did indeed want to continue where we left of in our relationship almost 15yrs ago. I guess you’d call him my boyfriend. He hates that term…I think I’ll use it more often.

I stepped out of the shower and tied a towel around my waist, then wrapped my hair in one as well. I grabbed my toothbrush and decided that id like to use Remy’s toothpaste today as well. Is it possible to be so in love with someone that it could be mistaken for an obsession? Who knows. I glanced up at my reflection, a couple to many wrinkles at the eyes, but altogether much better than last week. My eyes darted down to my mouth, and I had to chuckle. The toothpaste has collected around my mouth and chin. James used to say that I looked like St. Nick. I remembered this one time in 5th year, when we were… FUCK. I quickly rinsed my mouth and pulled the towel down from my hair, using it to dry my face. / STOP THINKING ABOUT JAMES. He’s not here any more, remember? YOU killed him…/ I leaned my palms against the wall and tried to calm my self. Nothing good could come from getting so worked up this early in the morning.

I tossed the towel into a basket, grabbed my wand (and replaced the glamour charms an my arms), grabbed Remy’s hairbrush and walked to the door. Singing one of my favorite songs usually lifted my spirits. Flipping through my mental glitter index, I came up with ‘20th century bby tby t-rex. Perfect. I think Rem in awake now. Best to go get ready before I’m late.


------- I don’t really like the way that ended, but oh well. Pt 2 of this chapter, still Siri point of view, won’t be up for another couple of chapters. C-ya! --------------