As Sirius sat in the church, like he did every Sunday courtesy to his mother, listening to the reverend preach about right and wrong, his thoughts wandered towards remus. To his kind brown eyes and soft smile when sirius did something stupid just to make him laugh, the way he said his name, his soft touches.
Remus was all the good things in the world. He was the feeling of running freely in the wild fields. He was like a hug after being stranded in a long winter. He wondered how could something with someone so beautiful could ever be immoral. He wondered how loving Remus could ever be a sin.
















