Riddle of the Sphinx

That night in the shrieking shack I felt myself come alive again after thirteen years of misery. It had pulled me apart when you were sent to Azkaban, it broke my heart when Dumbledore told me Lily and James were dead, and almost killed me when I was told that you had betrayed them. But I pulled through it, forced myself to live. Somehow I knew that you had not betrayed them, or killed all those people. Don’t ask me how I knew, I don’t know.

I searched and searched for the truth, it became an obsession to me, to prove your innocence. I grew thin, even thinner than was healthy, far too thin. I rarely saw anyone. I would have faded into madness if Albus hadn’t persuaded me to come and teach at Hogwarts. And how that year had ended, that it would give you back to me. If Harry hadn’t stopped us I think I would have killed Peter twice over, using Cruciatus each time. I hated him so much for stealing my life force from me, taking my best friends from me. I had simply distrusted him at school.

Harry stopped us though, but that was the only time I would have damned the boy. In a way I wish the kids hadn’t knocked Snape unconscious, he could have been a witness to Peter\'s reappearance, and slimy git that he is, he would have told Albus the truth. He respects the man too much to lie. But it wasn’t to be, Snape was unconscious, and Pettigrew escaped. You were taken away again and this time you were to die. I didn’t know whom I wanted to kill first, or wouldn’t have if I were human, however, soon after we had stepped outside I had undergone my change into my werewolf form.

Harry had another trick up his sleeve though; or rather Hermione had, hung about her neck. They, bless them, saved you, and saved Hagrids Buckbeak and Harry Produced a Corporeal Patronus, saving you, Hermione and Harry himself. I was, and still am, so proud of him. He saved you, and because of that I feel that I owe him a life debt, and I know you felt the same. So you flew away on Buckbeak, and I watched you go, watching you with wolf\'s eyes in the forest. This time I didn’t lose you; I would be joining you as soon as term was over.

The rest of the term flew over so quickly. Severus let slip what I was, but I was already leaving. I wanted only to be with you, and screw anything else. I knew where you would be, and as soon as I was away from the castle I Apparated there, a little island just off Edinburgh, in the middle of the firth of fourth. You were there waiting for me before you left for a tropical island, uninhabited by wizard and muggle alike. I couldn’t believe how dead you eyes were; was the Sirius I loved still in there? It was hard to tell.

You seemed hesitant as you approached me, but you looked deep into my eyes, reading them like a book the way you always had. You stepped up to me, your arms slipping about my waist, holding me close, and once again encompassing me in your protection. My hands reached about your neck, and I knew my Siri was in there as soon as our lips met. Your vibrant, loving personality was transmitted though that kiss. Relief flooded through me. Suddenly I pulled you to me, my head resting on your shoulder to allow salty tears to soak into your coarse shirt. I felt your arms tighten about me, your lips kissing my head. Then I heard your voice, so soft, like it always was after I’d changed.

“Rem, don’t cry. There’s no need to. I’m here. I’m not going to leave you again. Nothing will keep me away. I promise.”

We sat down and I nestled against you, our favoured position. It took a while, but I stopped crying eventually. I looked up to find tear tracks running down your face. I hadn’t even noticed that you were crying. I kissed them away and kissed your eyelids. Somewhere inside me I was glad that you had cried, it was the start of your healing process, the finding of the light in the dark. We dallied until dark with hugs, kisses and small, easy talk. Desperate to hold onto each other. I didn’t notice the owl until it nipped me gently with its sharp beak.

“Thanks” I said, taking the offered letter.

It was Dumbledore\'s writing, and we settled back down to read it together.

‘Remus, Sirius

I trust that you have found each other safe and well as you always do. I must say I was delighted to hear of your innocence Sirius; we almost lost Remus to his quest to prove that innocence. You must keep in touch, both of you. With Peter back the threat of Voldemort is greatly increased, and I fear I shall need your help before too long. Do let me know when the wedding is, wont you?

Albus Dumbledore’

Despite the gravity of the letter we laughed at the last comment, it had been a running joke that we would marry one day. Dark finally arrived and we set out on Buckbeak, a Disillusionment charm set on all three of us. A balmy night was setting over the island as we arrived, tired and hungry, landing upon the white sands. You tethered Buckbeak and I started a fire and conjured a bed for us, with a weather shield in case of any storms that may hit us.

I felt you nearing me, but was still surprised when your arms slipped about my waist; your lips tickled the back of my neck with their gentle caresses. Could this be more perfect? I felt myself becoming swiftly more aroused by your tender ministrations. Laughing softly I turned to you, running my hands from your groin to your chest, using it as an excuse to remove your top, never once letting my eyes leave yours, letting you stop me if you wanted to. But you didn’t and I found myself looking upon the skin I had caressed all those years ago, once again gilded gold, this time by the setting sun. Just my touches sent shivers of pleasure through you, and I could feel your arousal pressed next to mine.

Your lips flamed as they met mine. All thoughts of food and sleep were lost as we gave ourselves over to the passion that wanted to take us. We undressed each other there on the beach, each of us looking too thin, too close to the edge. But the joy we felt seemed to drown that out. There was one thing we had never done in our time together, and I dropped to my knees before you like some ancient race kneeling to worship their god. You sensed what I wanted to do, and lay down with me.

Kisses were trailed in offering down your front, teasing low moans from you. Gradually I worked my way over your flesh, breathing life back into it again. With reverence I took you into my mouth, not sure about what I was doing, but somehow needing to do it. I heard you gasp as I worked, felt your hand rest in my hair. You began to thrust into my mouth, and I accepted you. I could feel you starting to reach orgasm, and I made sure, with every fibre of my being that you reached it. You cried out as your seed entered my mouth, and I swallowed it, almost in shock that I had given you so much pleasure. It seemed that we were learning to live and love again after 14 years of living death as we kissed again, moving so that you were now on top, my god and master once again.

You stole down my body, teasing me even more than I teased you, nipping at my nipples, kissing at the areas you knew to be sensitive to the touch. I gasped below you, biting softly on my lower lip as you used your hand to start the chain reaction that would ultimately lead to the sweetest release known to man. I was shocked when I felt the warm wetness of your mouth wrapped about me, felt the sucking as if you wanted to steal the life from me. My breath was ragged, harsh and rasping. I gasped as the first wave of orgasm hit me, and I knew I couldn’t hold it off any longer. I cried my release out into the night, stars of silver and gold flashing behind my tightly closed lids, but only you and Buckbeak, hunting for lizards, heard me. I was shaking after that, as came and lay beside me, smiling sleepily at me, like you always used to. I closed my eyes and settled next to you, allowing the music of the crickets to lull me to sleep. And that night, with many others, was passed in a state of bliss I had never thought to feel again.