when you require (and are required)
remus stumbles upon the room of requirement one day while pacing the halls, so naturally, he starts going in there to get away from everything. this would be fine, except that he has to bring the map with him every time. because if he doesnât? thereâs a solid chance that someone will notice heâs not on said map.
one day, after months of successfully sneaking away, he leaves the map on his bedside table. and he doesnât realise.
sirius is laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything and nothing at all. peter was off studying in the library, and james had stayed back after quidditch practice (because of course he had).
at some point, he starts throwing his wand up into the air above his head, attempting to catch it on his finger tip. itâs not going well so far. he has almost poked himself in the eye about.. 4 times?
heâs still trying when peter returns and settles in for the night. he has stopped by the time james has returned and showered. he debates trying some more for a while when he realises that remus hasnât returned. which is odd. remus is normally back at least half an hour before curfew, and itâs now half an hour past.
moony isnât his responsibility though, he tells himself. moony can take care of himself. right?
it isnât until james is well and truly snoring that he thinks to check the map. itâs out of character for remus to ever leave the map behind, but itâs sitting on his nightstand, folded up and blank.
âi solemnly swear that i am up to no goodâ sirius mutters, voice hushed.
his eyes follow as the ink sprawls out across the page, lines stretching out, diverging and meeting again until an intricate replica of the school is spread out before him. thereâs one problem though. remus isnât anywhere. he canât find moony.
his breathing quickens a little. he wants to pace. he wants to run. sirius has always been restless when anxious.
padfootâs paws are quiet against the floor as he creeps across the empty common room. this is dumb. he could so easily get caught.
but miraculously, he makes it out and away from the common room without issue. so he runs.
after a full lap of the castle, he finds himself pacing along the seventh floor, one corridor away from the common room. he has circled the entire floor twice now. he debates going back, giving up, and going to sleep. but he's still restless. where is moony?
he moves to head towards the common room again, to check quickly before switching his strategies. but that's when he notices the pair of glowing eyes watching him from around the corner. the fur on his back stands up as he turns back quickly. damn mrs norris.
find a place to hide, find moony, find a place to hide, find moony.
that's all that is on his mind.
find a place to hide, find moony, find a place to hide, find moony. find moony, find moony, find moony.
he startles when he lays eyes on a door. that wasn't previously there. was it some secret storage closet? why hadn't he seen this door before? he could've sworn it wasn't there even a minute ago.
with a quick check behind him (mrs norris is still watching, as if he's some sort of prey) he shifts back, and tries the handle. it turns, and the door swings open. he hesitates briefly.
oh fuck no. there is no way he's waiting for filch to answer to that calling.
he slips inside, shutting the door as quietly as he can. once it's shut, he finally turns to take in the room. and oh, he could cry.
curled up in the center of the room, on a pile of cushions and blankets, is none other than remus lupin.
sirius is suddenly painfully aware of the fact that he didn't change out of his uniform. but, as he turns his head, he sees a pair of pyjamas folded neatly on one of the outermost cushions. in fact, he swears that there's a few more cushions and blankets now. it's weird, but he's used to magic, so he brushes it off. he quickly slips out of his uniform and into the pyjamas, leaving it by the edge of the cozy pile.
sirius should really wake him so they can go back to their dorm room.. but moony looks so peaceful, and the spot by moony's side looks so inviting.
remus wakes up with a large black dog curled up against his side. he canât bring himself to be mad about it, someone else was bound to find this room eventually. heâs just glad it was sirius. he closes his eyes as he runs his hand along padfoots head gently. when he opens them again, his hand is tangled in black curls.
sirius just smiles and wraps his arms around remusâ middle, obviously having no intent of getting up just yet.
thatâs fine, they can sleep for a while longer.
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