Shadows Of Doubt

I do not own any of the characters of Harry Potter from books 1-6 (nor any from book 7 when it is released). I do, however, own this story and the depictions within it. I will not allow anyone to use the idea, unless given consent in the matter.

Summary: Review to chapter 1.

Writing Style: Review to chapter 1.


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Chapter 2. From Gryffindor To Slitherin...


The early dawn of the next day rose slowly. Everyone got up tired and mumbling, rubbing their eyes and graoning and stretching. James Potter, his hair always unruly no matter how hard he tried to make it lie flat, rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked over at the bed next to his own.

Remus was still half asleep.

He continued on to the next bed and stopped. It had been completely unslept in and the hangings were still pulled open. He was never surprised to see them closed or to find Remus’s bed unslept in, but Sirius’ was going beyond worrying. He always drew Remus into bed with him, wether or not to do ‘the deed’ or to just have him close, James did no dare to know.

But seeing the tidy sheets and fluffy pillow only portrayed to make his heart freeze in his chest when he saw the door to the room smack open and a very tired and sleep-deprived Sirius come stumbling in. He didn’t seem to notice James was awake, or Peter next to him as he collapsed onto the sheets and buried his head deep into his pillow.

Suddenly, as if someone had kicked him, Sirius rebounded off the bed and looked around slowly at the others. Peter was looking frightful, James confused and worried. He stiffened, clenched his fists and walked to the end of his bed and forced open the lid to his trunk. He was tired; yes, and wanted sleep; yes, but he had no time. He had his orders from Dumbledore and he needed to do them.

He tossed his books messily into the confines of his trunk, moved around the room like a zombie while the others watched. He walked over to Remus’s side desk and snatched up the necklace he had giving the tawny haired male the night after their first time together ‘intimately.’

“Sirius.”

He turned, facing James, how looked confused and far more worried than before. He glared, eyes narrowing upon the messy hair, round glasses, placid skin and bleary eyes. He said nothing and turned back to his trunk, tossing in a few more items. He snapped the lid closed and stood up straight again, looking down at Remus, who had fallen asleep again.

With eyes of cold steel, James watched as Sirius moved across to Remus’s bed with stiff legs. He dare not move in case Sirius was to turn on him and attack, but watched closely as the others topped, leaned down, and ever so gently, placed a chaste kiss on Remus’ pale and slightly parted lips. A stray lock of tawny hair was moved from Remus’ face and Sirius turned on his heels.

*Wingardium Leviosa*

Sirius’ trunk rose into the air and levitated on command. He didn’t give James or Peter a second glance as the door magically opened, allowing his trunk and himself through, before closing with a snap. James turned to Remus, who was stirring slowly and sat up. He looked around, a hand to his lips in confusion as he took in the other Marauders shocked looks.

“Hey guys,” he yawned. “What’s wrong?”

They both pointed at Sirius’ now empty four-poster, and slightly tousled sheets and flat pillow. Remus frowned at it and stood up. The trunk at the end of the bed was gone, along with everything else. Slowly, Remus reached out to his bedside table, searching it... and stopped.

He looked down.

“Guys... where’s my necklace?”

Peter gave James a looked, and James returned it.

“Umm, Moony,” Peter said timidly.

“Listen, Moon,” James muttered. “I think... something’s wrong with... Sirius.”

Remus turned, “what do you mean?”

“He took all his things–” began James.

“– and put them in his trunk–”

“– and then kissed you–”

“–and then took the necklace–”

“– and left,” James finished in a whisper.

Remus had gone white, his hands clamped to the front of his pinstriped pyjama top and let out a shuddering, quaky breath. He looked down at his bedside table, his hand slowly massaging the wooden surface and gulped down a large knot in his throat. His heart was hammering, his eyes stung from yesterday, and his body was tense with fear.

“It was probably, you know, for the best,” Remus rasped. “Better not to dwell on... little things... like that.”

“Moony,” James said softly.

“Let’s go down to breakfast,” he said in a high voice, smiling through fresh tears.

“Yea... lets,” James said nodding, giving a halfhearted smile.

*~*~*

Sirius walked slowly along the passages toward the grand staircase, taking his time and letting his thoughts wander. His eyes were like dead ice, cold and bottomless. A young Second year walked by and smiled at him, a blush tinting her cheeks, but she jumped out of the ways when their eyes locked, gasping. He brushed passed her without a word, his trunk floating behind him slowly.

His mind wandered back to Dumbledore.

(Flashback)

Sirius stood before the headmaster, staring at the sorting hat with wide icy eyes. He turned back to Dumbledore, giving him a dark look that made the pictures on the wall tremble. The portrait of his great ancestor giving him a smirk that was just as dark and feeble. Sirius paid no attention and focused on Dumbledore with his dull eyes.

“I want to try on the sorting hat,” he repeated.

“Why do you wish to do such a thing, Sirius?” Dumbledore asked in a kind and gentle voice.

Sirius faltered, “I – I want to know – if it – if it put me in the right house, sir.”

“Ah, yes, of course,” Dumbledore said clapping his hands together. “You are having doubts about it’s choice.”

“Well–” Sirius chewed his lip, picking his words wisely. “I more want to know if I’m right for – for Gryffindor.”

“So it is you that is not comfortable with the choice,” Dumbledore said wisely.

“Yes, sir,” Sirius muttered.

“What has happened to make you think this way?” Dumbledore asked softly, gesturing to a seat for Sirius to sit in.

Sirius gladly to it with a heavy sigh.

“Something... happened,” he whispered.

“Between two very close friends,” Dumbledore said with a gentle nod. “Explain.”

“Well, it’s more closely to two lovers,” Sirius whispered. “We – we broke – I mean he – broke up with me.”

“I see,” Dumbledore whispered.

“I can’t be near him anymore,” Sirius yelled briskly, shaking the tears from his eyes. “I can’t be in the same dormitory with him, see him every day...”

Dumbledore raised a hand in silence, and Sirius gladly calmed himself, taking several deep breaths and heaving great sighs as he let his mind settle. He felt so lost and alone now, like no one could ever save him from the impending darkness of the Black family that was slwoly descending upon him, masking him in the Dark Arts like so many before him.

“I see you are in pain, Sirius,” Dumbledore said kindly.

“More than you can imagine,” Sirius practically whimpered. “Professor – please – let me try on the sorting hat...”

“I shall allow you to try on the Sorting Hat again,” Dumbledore said nodding.

“Thank you, sir,” Sirius whispered.

Dumbledore stood and moved from behind his desk, reaching up with his long wrinkled fingers and grasped the hat by the brim. He pulled it off it’s ledge gently and held it out to Sirius, who hesitated in taking it. His eyes roved the hat slowly, watching it lop to one side lazily from it’s rips and tears.

He reached out slowly and grasped the tip of the hat, sliding it over his head, his eyes on Dumbledore as he was consumed by the darkness of the hats interior over his eyes. With a shuddering breath, he heard the voice speak to him once again.

“Ah, if it isn’t the noble Black,” said the Hat.

“Y-yes,” Sirius stuttered.

“And what is this I see: Loss, pain, fear, uncertainty and... hatred,” the Sorting Hat muttered. “Not good, not good.”

“I wanted to know–”

“If Gryffindor is right for you,” the Hat finished, humming to himself. “Now that I see your thoughts, I am also having my own doubts.”

‘You are,’ Sirius thought with a gasp.

“I am,” the Hat chuckled.

“What should I do... what DO I do,” Sirius wondered aloud.

“There is only one thing I can do,” the Hat whispered.

Sirius, slowly, with quivering fingers, slid the Sorting Hat from over his eyes and off his head. He swallowed hard and placed it on the Headmasters desk, looking up into Dumbledore’s serene and calm eyes. He looked slightly worried at Sirius’ flushed and pale face, their eyes locking.

“You should go back to your dormitory,” Dumbledore said. “I shall inform Professor Slughorn.”

“Y-yes, Headmaster,” Sirius stuttered again.

He felt numb, his heart thundering. His mind raced with what the Sorting Hat had told him, and why he had told him. He felt his ears ringing and tried to calm his frozen nerves as he made his way from Dumbledore’s office and down the rotating staircase to the large gargoyle that was still to the side. It lobbed back over the entrance and froze in place again.

He had no choice anymore... he had to do it.

(End Flashback)

Sirius looked up at as the portrait in the dungeon swung open, revealing a long walkway into the corridors of the chamber beyond. He swallowed hard, closing his eyes and walked through the opening, emerging into a darkly lit room, a low fire burning in the one of two fireplaces along the walls.

Student upon student stood in the room, watching him. The man before them all, turned to Sirius and smiled, opening his arms in welcome like Dumbledore did during every start of term feast and every end of term feast. His wide smile offered Sirius little comfort as he walked forward and stood before the others, his trunk flopping to the ground as he glared around at the many clad students with dark faces.

“Welcome Sirius...” Professor Slughorn said with a bright smile, “to the house of Slitherin.”

*~*~*

James walked slowly beside a very disgruntled looking Remus. He kept giving the tawny haired wolf worried glances, his eyes soft and comforting. He placed a hand on the small of Remus’s back and steered him toward the Great Hall for Dinner, knowing they’d see Sirius in their and maybe the two could become friends like they had once been.

Remus dug his feet into the ground as they made their way toward the grand staircase, looking down at a group of Slitherin’s that were talking in hushed voices at the bottom. The group of four looked up quickly when they noticed Remus and James and immediately frowned and moved away, still whispering to one another as they entered the Great Hall.

“That was weird,” James muttered.

“I don’t feel hungry,” Remus mumbled.

“You have to eat, Moony,” James said, pushing his friend forward. “You had two rough nights and need sustenance. Peter’s saving us seats.”

With a sigh, and an unnerving look, Remus allowed his friend to lead him down the stairs into the Great Hall. They both ignored the stairs they were getting from th Slithering, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw table. Peter waved to them and they trotted over to him, slumping down into seats on either side of him. James scanned the table, but saw no Sirius, and a dreaded feeling in the pit of his stomach sank in.

“Where’s Padfoot?” James asked.

“Look onward, Prongs,” Peter whispered, nodding toward the other tables.

James looked up slowly, and so did Remus. Both froze from the inside at the sight they saw. Their, clad with a green and silver tie, surrounded by laughing and sneering Slitherin’s, was Sirius, his younger brother, Regulus, at his side. He was stirring his food lazily around his plate but wasn’t eating.

James turned to Remus, fearing the worst. The pale complection and new tears only made him feel even worse for his friend as he saw the distraught look in his eyes. He shook his head back and forth, whispering ‘no’ under his breath over and over again.

“Moony, it’s not your fault,” James whispered.

“No, it can’t be,” Remus muttered under his breath, obviously not hearing what James had said. “I did this... he changed houses because of me... I’m a monster.”

“Moony, no,” James hissed under his breath.

Sirius stood, followed by a group of Slitherin’s around him. He gave them all dark looks and they sat back down. He moved away from the table, Regulus the only one who was following him and made for the exit. Remus got up quickly and ran after him, James on his heels. Peter followed at a slow trot, a piece of toast in his mouth. All the house tables turned their heads as they saw Remus chase Sirius and Regulus out the door.

Everyone got up in a rush, moving as close to the doors as possible to hear what was going on as the footsteps stopped abruptly. The teachers tried to get their tables to sit again, but it was no use, everyone was to transfixed on the entrance hall; even Dumbledore seemed to be listening from where he stood at the teachers table, eyes narrowed.

“Pads, wait,” Remus called.

Sirius turned briskly and gave him a harsh glare, “NEVER call me by that name again.”

Remus stopped dead, fear clenching his throat.

“What’s going on, Padfoot?” James asked angrily.

Sirius turned dull eyes on him.

“I don’t know what you mean, Potter,” Sirius said calmly. “Is there something going on?”

He scanned the group, from Peter cowering behind James and Remus looking distraught and torn. Now he knew what he felt, now he knew how he had looked at it. Remus knew his pain, his hurt his anger and his rage. He knew it all, and he was going to continue know it until they finally got over it and life tore them farther apart than they already were.

“Why are in Slitherin?” James asked briskly, his temper bristling.

“I was reassigned to a new house,” Sirius said casually. “Is that a problem?”

“You best your ass it’s a problem,” James snapped, taking a threatening step forward.

Sirius, though, did not find this threatening and stayed put, lifting one perfectly arched, dark brown eyebrow and giving his Gryffindor counterpart a half smirk. He crossed his arms over his chest and kept his eyes leveled with James, not daring to even glance the others at all. He had better things to get too.

“Potter, I suggest you leave,” said Regulus, standing behind Sirius’ broad body, “before something happens you’ll regret dearly.”

“Keep out of this, Regulus,” Sirius snapped, glaring at his younger brother.

He looked at his brother with shock, but turned away anyways, muttering under his breath. He stepped behind Sirius and glared at James and Remus, not even caring to take a look in Peter’s general direction. He frowned when Remus looked at him with pleading eyes and sneered at him.

“What happened to you?” James asked desperately.

“A shattered soul is what happened,” Sirius hissed darkly, his eyes shadowing over. “I went to Dumbledore and he let the Sorting Hat reassign me. Thank’s to him, I’m free of my petty feelings and actually have a life.”

“This isn’t you, Padfoot,” Remus cried out desperately, leaping forward and gripping the taller boys upper arms tightly in his own. “Stop what your doing and come back to Gryffindor.”

SLAP...

Remus stumbled back; Sirius looked shocked into the tawny haired teens eyes as he fell back into James, a red hand print stinging his pale cheek. Remus raised a hand to it and let out a shuddering breath. Sirius’s resolve snapped and he rounded on his younger brother who had stepped in front of him and slapped Remus. He pulled his brother back and thrust him into the opposite wall.

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU,” Sirius roared with rage. “KEEP OUT OF THIS, REGULUS.”

He tossed his brother to the side and rounded back on the others, his eyes still burning with hatred. He took in Remus’s quivering form and grabbed him by the upper arm, pulling him to his chest and wrapping his arms loosely around his shoulders. He held him in a limp embrace, his dull eyes staring out at James as his head rested on wave tawny hair.

“I’ll never come back,” Sirius whispered. “So don’t act like you want me with you.”

He pushed Remus away none to gently and turned around, grabbing Regulus’s wrist and pulling him toward the dungeon. James placed a hand on Remus’s shoulder, feeling it shudder under his touch. With the last of his efforts, Remus turned and dashed up the stairs and out of sight just before he broke down. He tripped on a loose stone in the floor on the second level and collapsed in a heap of tears and robes.

“I’m sorry, Sirius,” Remus cried, holding his head and digging his nails into his scalp. “I’m so sorry.”

*~*~*

Sirius forced open the portrait hole into the Slitherin’s dungeon dorm and forced his brother onto the floor, falling onto his knees himself and grasping Regulus’s wrists and pushing them above his head. He leaned down close to his young siblings face and seethed out a raged and angry breath, his eyes inflamed.

Regulus cowered beneath him, never have seen his brother so angry in his life. He huddled away as best he could, but Sirius’s face only kept getting closer and closer to him. Soon, he felt hot breath on his neck and right ear as Sirius kept one eyes on him and his voice came out cold and clammy, like ice freezing the world stiff.

“If I see you do that again, especially to Remus, I’ll kill you.”

With that, he stood up, grabbed Regulus around the neck, and forced his down the steps and onto one of the many leather couches near the fire. He sat down in an armchair himself and ran a hand through his hair, letting out a low tired sigh as a group of Slitherin’s entered and walked up to them, all talking quickly, among them, Sirius noted, Snape.

“Why didn’t you hit him,” one of the larger members yelled.

“You had him right where you wanted him,” another said.

“Still to weak to try and strike out are your little toy, are we, Sirius,” Snape hissed venomously.

“I have better things to do with my time then worry about lowly Gryffindors,” Sirius snapped, glaring at everyone. “Now get out of my way or I’ll MAKE you.”

Everyone cleared away, muttering to themselves, and Regulus cowered near his elder brother. Sirius fumed silently to himself. He lowered his eyes to the rumbling fire within the grate and watched it flicker, remembering that faithful night only one year ago...

(Flashback *Yaoi scene*)

Sirius was sitting alone in the Gryffindor common door, one hand pressed painfully to his forehead and tangled into his handsome black hair, the other grasping his quill tightly. He had to finish Professor Slughorn’s essay before tomorrow and it was two roles of parchment. He groaned and rubbed his drooping eyes, trying to stay awake. He had only finished about half of the first piece and was already having enough trouble as it was.

“Damn,” he muttered, scratching out another misspelled word and writing it again.

He was so busy writing, he hadn’t heard someone coming down the boys staircase. Clad in his pyjamas, Remus yawned and looked up when he saw a shadow flicker on the ground from the dying embers of the fire. A dim light was on by the fire and their, huddled over a piece of parchment, looking distressed and tired, was Sirius.

“Pads,” Remus yawned.

Sirius jumped, not expecting to hear his nickname and turned. He felt his hand hit his ink container and gasp when the black liquid oozed over his essay. His eyes fluttered and he groaned out his annoyance, scrabbling his hands through his hair, biting his lower lip while he said cuss after enduring cuss.

“Sorry,” Remus whispered, walking over quickly and picking up the empty ink bottle. “I didn’t mean too.”

“Not your fault,” Sirius grumbled. “I shouldn’ have been careless.”

“You look tired,” Remus whispered.

“Thank you for that inquiry, Sherlock,” Sirius said jokingly.

His voice sounded far from joking, though, because Remus frowned and put the ink bottle down, his hair shadowing his eyes as he stepped back. His lips twitched downward and Sirius looked up at his friend, seeing his sadness. He reached out when Remus was about to turn and grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving.

“I was joking, Moony,” Sirius said quickly. “Sorry if it didn’t sound that way. I’m just really tired.”

He was happy to see Remus look up and smile at him, moving back over and sitting down beside him on the oversized squishy armchair. He pushed away the tray table and wrapped his arms around Remus’s shoulders, leaning his head against Remus’ forehead. They both closed their eyes and sighed.

“Full moon in a week and a half,” Remus muttered. “Do we have any plans yet?”

“Hm... oh, no, not yet,” Sirius mumbled back. “But..”

Sirius removed his head from Remus’ forehead and stared at him with his grueling grey eyes, darker than anything anyone had ever seen. His lips moved slowly as a slow, simple breath passed his lips and he moved in, Remus, in turn, pushing farther into the armchair, his eyes wide.

“P-Padfoot – what are y-you doing?” He stuttered.

“What I’ve wanted to since I first saw you,” Sirius whispered, and seized Remus’ lips in a burning kiss of passion.

Remus whimpered, gripping the arms of the couch tightly as Sirius maneuvered himself to sit on his lap so he was above the wolf. His tongue slid out as a gasp of air passed their lips and they seized each other in another passionate moment of bliss. Sirius cupped Remus’ cheek softly in one hand, the other gliding effortlessly down his quivering arm and lacing with his numb fingers.

It was nothing he had ever tasted before. Remus was so... innocent. His taste was exotic – spicy – and his long tawny hair was tousled madly as he moved his head against the back of the chair. He scent was like ginger, and flavor of his body a cream flavour Sirius had never tasted before that he loved and wished to taste over and over again.

“Padfoot,” Remus panted out. “We can’t.”

Their eyes fluttered open and Remus saw the flicker of heat and lust within Sirius’ dark grey eyes. Something else seemed to be sitting comfortably in the heat as well, something very distant but distinct... something he was trying to hide. Was that – love?

“Let me taste you, Moony,” Sirius panted, licking at Remus’ earlobe. “Please.”

He had never heard such a hefty plea in his life. It was as if – that he didn’t comply – Sirius would die before him. He let out a moan that drifted into a low whimper and wrapped his free hand into Sirius’s wavy black hair, pulling him down into another kiss and thrusting himself upward so their groins rubbed warm and hard, together.

“Padfoot,” Remus gasped.

Sirius’s tongue darted out and made a path down from his mouth, along the bone of his jaw and down to his neck, clamping on the sensitive flesh and sucking it, his tongue rolling across the pale skin, teeth grazing over the scars and tears in his body. Remus shuddered as his neck was released. He heard Sirius make a noise of satisfaction and licked the area once more before moving lower.

“Please... Pads,” Remus whimpered.

“Hush, my little wolf,” Sirius panted, untying the front of Remus’ robes and exposing his marred chest. “I wont do anything you do not wish too.”

Unable to speak or to make any other sound other than moans and whimpers, Remus nodded and arched against Sirius’ talented tongue as it darted out to lap at a more recent scar. He felt warm fingers travel over his far cooler skin, tracing the red markings along his upper chest and shoulders.

“So beautiful... yet so scarred,” Sirius whispered. “I wish I could take the pain away...”

‘Did he just say–?’

Remus was unable to finish his line of thinking when a tongue moved out and licked him again, this time going for a far more sensitive and erect area – his nipples. He squirmed and gasped, his eyes going wide as the hot and talented tongue of Sirius Black traced the pink nub and slid across it gently. He teeth seesawed over the dusty nipple, eliciting cries and whimpers of pleasure from the squirming wolf pup above.

Sirius unlatched from the one nipple, the calloused side of his thumb rubbing over the tiny mound as he moved to the next, his mouth latching expertly onto it as well as his thumb made circular motions over the one he had recently released. Remus gasped, squirmed, moaned, whimpered and gasped again above him.

“P-Padfoot...” Remus moaned.

His legs were trembling, the heat between his thighs becoming almost unbearable and moving to breaking point. He bit his tongue – hard – to keep from crying out his frustration and pleasure for the dormitory to hear. His breath was coming in short, heavy pants and his hair was beginning to stick to his forehead and the back of his neck. His brow furrowed as drops of sweat trickled down his cheeks.

“S-stop,” he panted, his hands going to Sirius’ hair and pushing him lower. “I – I wont – last – Sirius...”

Sirius moved lower, his eyes fluttering as he pulled down Remus’ shorts, sliding them along his legs and tossing them to the floor. He licked the tawny haired teens thighs gently with his tongue, earning him whimpering moans and shuddering pleas from the other above. Hands massaged his hair and scalp as he moved up the warm thighs to the point he had been waiting to reach.

“SIRIUS...”

Remus arched into his mouth, gripping the winged arms of the armchair. He hissed through his clenched teeth, eyes squeezed shut and breath laboured. His fingers played with the strands of Sirius’s black hair, clenching it in his fists every time that talented tongue would flick out and run across the very tip of Remus’s erection.

“P-please... P-P-Padfoot,” Remus whimpered.

Sirius dipped low, burying his nose into the soft curls at the base that tickled his nose and sucked hard. Remus arched into his mouth again and opened his mouth wide to cry out, but his voice was caught and it came out a groaning whimper. Sirius opened his eyes and looked up at the panting figure above him, gently bobbing his head at the base as Remus tossed his head back and forth.

He slid upward again, lapping at the tip once again and sliding his tongue along the underside of the rounded tip, earning strangled moans and whimpering pleas from above him. He kept his eyes locked on Remus’s clouded gaze, watching as one shaking arm went up and draped over behind the armchair and clench into the knitted quilt hanging over the edge.

“Uhhh – uhuh – Ughnnn.... SIRIUS!”

He bucked, his hips buried against Sirius’s nose and face, legs trembling as ripple upon ripple of pleasure shot through him. He panted heavily, his hand unclenching the quilt and dropping to a winged arm as Sirius’s mouth slowly stopped moving along his limping penis. He swallowed hard, feeling Sirius’s mouth contract against his limp arousal and swallow down the salty semen he had released.

Slowly, Sirius removed the wet appendage, licking his lips and making a satisfied humming noise. He leaned forward and planted soft kissed along Remus’s stomach and hips. He leaned down and latched his mouth onto the tawny haired werewolves inner thigh, sucking it and nipping with his teeth. A distinct, purple mark appeared on the skin, marking him.

Remus grabbed Sirius’s right arm, pulling him away from his lower region and staring him straight in the eyes. He focused as best he could through the have of passion that was fogging his gaze and brought their lips together again, his tongue sliding out into Sirius’s open mouth as the pair explored. He could taste himself with the hot canvas, and, rather than finding it disgusting, found it quiet enjoyable and arousing.

“Padfoot,” Remus gasped, resting his sweaty forehead against Sirius’.

“Hmmm, yes Moony?” Sirius mumbled.

“Does this mean – you know – that were, um–”

“Going out? Yea, I think it does,” Sirius said, smirking mischievously.

“So were a couple?”

“Yep.”

“Me and you?”

“Mmhm.”

“Two guys... me and you... dating?”

“You got it.”

“Sirius and Remus... Padfoot and Moony, dating?”

“Moony, do you NOT want to go out with me?” Sirius asked, looking upwards.

“What... no, I do,” Remus said quickly. “I just...”

“What is it?” Sirius asked softly, brushing back a tawny lock of hair.

“What about Prongs and Wormtail?” Remus whispered.

Sirius looked thoughtful for a moment, thinking on this as Remus looked down at himself, embarrassed he was still naked. He groped for his robes and placed them over his more private parts before looking back at Sirius, who had a smug look upon his handsome face.

“What?” Remus asked, blushing.

“How about we tell them tomorrow,” Sirius whispered. “Or they can find out on their own..”

“What are you suggesting?” Remus asked, seeing the look in Sirius’ glittering eyes.

“They could wake up and see us sleeping together,” Sirius whispered, licking the lobe of Remus’s ear.

He shuddered.

“O-okay.”

(End Flashback)

“Sirius... earth to Sirius...”

“WHAT.”

“Wow, calm down, bro.”

Sirius slumped back into his chair near the fireplace, watching as a group of bulky Slitherin’s walked in, laughing animatedly and chatting about the House Cup. He watched them move through the common room and up a set of stairs to their dorm. He shifted his eyes to Regulus who had fallen asleep next to the fire.

He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the rough thump of his heart beneath. He took a deep breath and felt a stinging pain in his lungs and buckled over. He coughed hoarsely, his chest heaving with pain. Every since Remus had said those few words... those simple few words that shattered his soul, the pain had settled into him and was slwoly devouring his very essence.

“Sirius...” Regulus muttered. “S’matter?”

“It’s nothing little brother,” Sirius said, his voice thick. “I’m okay, go back to sleep.”

*~*~*

“How is he?” Peter whispered.

“He passed out,” James sighed, closing the door to their dorm. “What happened to him was pretty rough.”

“Yea, I know,” Peter muttered.

James clapped him on the shoulder and lead the smaller blonde haired boy down the stairs to the common room. He looked back at door to his dorm before they rounded the corner, watching it silently before it was out of sight.

Remus listened as the door clicked shut and Peter’s voice rose up. He heard steps descending the stairs to the common room and pulled the covers over his head. His shoulders quivered and his heart seared painfully. He curled into the little warmth the blanket aspired and felt the warm salt of his tears trickle down his face and drip from the bridge of his nose.

He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the flow of his pain drain from his body, numbing his limbs. The moon was a mere crescent in the window, but he felt it’s pull. He needed Sirius. Every wince their first night together, he had needed Sirius... but now...

“Sirius...”

He closed his eyes, and felt the gentle tug of sleep embed into him before he finally passed out, the last name lingering on the tip of his tongue and mind.

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A/N: AAAHA... I already added the turmoil... I am so evil *cackles* Well, that’s it for this chapter. Hope you all enjoyed. I’m so beat right now, and my eyes wont stop itching I’m so tired. I’ll have the next update posted no later than Friday of next week, midnight at the latest, on that day. Cheers folks.