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@wolfstarmicrofic - 125 words

Remus has tried Everything, with a capital E. He tried to snub Sirius, he tried to be just normal. He tried to tell him that he forgave him this whole Snape matter. Yet he still keeps close, looking like a kicked puppy and pretends that the whole world is about to kick him in the nuts. He just won't quit it.

It was only a question of time for Remus to lose his shit. “What exactly do you want? Do you get a kick out of this? What am I expected to do?”

@wolfstarmicrofic - 318 words

“Come on, it can't be that bad!” James pointed to the door of the locker-room, trying to be louder than the female fans outside. It was pointless. One particular girls voice pierced through everything, as she shouted how she “wanted a baby” from Sirius.

“I should have stayed a nobody,” Sirius replied glumly. “Family money would have provided.” But at what price? James knew that he had to make it on his own, so they would lose hold over him. Neither of them had anticipated the insane fans.

“I'll... go and check for a way out.” Since he had proposed to Lily publicly, he was off the hook a little, at least for now. Much of a help he was not.

But just then the new manager appeared, the one Sirius had claimed would make things right, if they trusted him. It was about time he showed his skill, in James' opinion. As if he had heard that thought, he looked them both up and down and then asked Sirius: “What do you think about going public?”

James had Sirius never seen stop so hard. “Scared, honestly.” But he had never backed down from a challenge, as long as James knew him, that first fateful day as 5-year old soccer-boys. “But what the fuck.”

The manager, Lupin, smiled, and together they went to the door, opened it, he let Sirius plant the most outrageous kiss right at his cheek, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Silence spread, and though the fans didn't go away, they were too startled even for that, Sirius could pass through just fine, and James with him.

At the hotel he finally got to ask, glad that he wasn't as shocked as to disappoint his best friend. “So... are you together?”

@wolfstarmicrofic - 268 words

“We train and train, and we never see action.” The words still clung to Remus' mind, the impatient way Sirius had said them, the harsh tilt of his lips, angry, furious even. Back then it seemed that it wasn't about winning the war or saving people, but his personal path to glory. It had worried Remus. For Sirius and for himself – for what did it say about him, if he clung to such a man.

Now, that Sirius came home, head low, dirt and blood clinging to him, dead on his feet and nearly dead from whatever the Death Eaters had thrown at him, he didn't look all that eager.

“You should stop.” Remus wanted that, didn't want him to go out again.

“And if I did? Who would go then? Who would save James and Frank and Gid, when they get into trouble? Who?” Sirius looked up and the fire in his eyes was different from once, just as fiery, yes, but sharper, warmer.

“What about me?” Remus felt ashamed for asking it, Sirius was right. Someone had to.

“I do it for you too.” Sirius sighed, rose if with difficulties, and stopped just short of an embrace, mostly because he reeked. “A world where Greyback rules the wolves is no world for you.”

More shame piled, enough to make Remus forget about all the dirt. He closed the distance. “I know. I just wish...”

@wolfstarmicrofic - 210 words

Sirius looks sadly at the mirror, his body emaciated by grief and darkness, starvation and self-hatred. “I used to workout, you know?” He sighs. “In the beginning, when food was still regular, and I didn't try to escape.” He frowns at the sallow skin where muscle used to be. “I don't get how you can still look at me.”

Remus smiles and gives a wolf-whistle. “I don't know what you see, but all I see is opportunity.” He has grown comfortable with himself and his needs, ever since he got Sirius back. There is no better boost for confidence than a man who still loves you despite your misdoings and faults. “I know a workout we can start right away. And it works just fine.”

@wolfstarmicrofic - 450 words

Harry never thought this would be the first time his investigation skills would be truly challenged... after he quit the job for the Auror Department of the Ministry, because they started slandering certain people. He could. Even with the bang he made, when he very publically refused to become Head of the Aurors because of... disagreements, no one could touch him. His name is still in too many minds, his pockets too deep, to get rid of him.

It left him without a job, but with enough time to take a deep dive into the rabbit hole and uncover more, all of it, preferably. He wasn't prepared for some revelations. That his mum was so close to Alice Longbottom that if circumstances had been different, he and Neville would have grown up like brothers. That his dad didn't have girls before Lily, but not exactly no one. That Alastor Moody could smile.

But one thing, in hindsight didn't surprise him at all – that Sirius, his beloved godfather and Remus J. Lupin, best DADA teacher in a long row of bad ones, had been deeply, thoroughly in love. The first photo of them kissing didn't fill him with surprise, but a deep, clear satisfaction, as if he had known it all the time, only refused to acknowledge it.

He... ditched the more explicit pictures he found, but collected and curated the rest, the photos, the stories, the things only he knew and the things only those who trusted him could tell, into a book. He couldn't print it in Wixen facilities, which turned it into the first Muggle book that first silently, then with power infiltrated Wixen society – belying all the propaganda the Ministry sprouted these days to blame heroes gone by and unable to defend themselves for governmental shortcomings.

Harry didn't claim authorship. Those whose stories he told knew of course. But the rest? He didn't want his story to overshadow these others. He wanted them to stand for themselves. Sirius who sacrificed everything, Remus who, after he died, was so desperate for connection that he went into a lavender marriage. Alice and Frank who were stuck in a darkness that never really ended... Mum and Dad.

Many didn't like his book. Some, because they believed the Ministry. Many more, because these weren't saints, he showed. These were human beings, with flaws, making mistakes, being desperate, unhappy or angry sometimes. Many read it anyway.

@wolfstarmicrofic - 198 words

Drop by drop sweat drips and runs down Sirius' arms, as he counts the repetitions. Push ups, pull ups and how else he calls all these things. Remus never got the hang of it. He wasn't really into them in the beginning – a necessary sacrifice for better Quidditch. Now he is religious about it, not just his life depends on it.

Remus feels slightly guilty that he is intrigued for more than one reason, and not all of them have to do with the war and the ability to cause physical harm, even when your wand is broken or lost. He justified it with helping Sirius correct his execution, but this excuse is long off the table. Nowadays he just stares.

Sirius is too focused to notice anyway, of that he is sure. It could go on like that forever... if it wasn't for James, who finally comes with to get to know Sirius' routine... and he isn't as distracted. He pulls Remus aside, when Sirius heads off to the shower. “You got to do something.”

“Like what?” Remus is confused.

@wolfstarmicrofic - 164 words

Sirius never says “I love you.” Remus says it all the time. They both have their reasons. “Words have meaning,” Sirius argues. “One has to mean them, or they become cheap.”

“But I do mean them,” Remus answers. “Every time.” They never manage to find agreement. Not even after twenty years, forty. Ever.

Then it comes close to catastrophe. The moon goes wrong in all the ways possible, and they barely make it home alive. Breathless, hurting, broken, they sit on the porch of their house, hands intertwined. Sirius' way. Remus has no words now, even when he means them, he cannot say. Sirius turns, taking in the drying blood, the creases on his love's face, the shadows thrown by the first spark of sunlight sneaking over the horizon. “I love you.”

@wolfstarmicrofic - 240 words

Sirius loved to support his friends. James only needs it occasionally, when his wild thoughts act up, but leaning on Sirius is safe. Peter is one to exploit it to the point that both Remus and James intervene. But it's Remus who needs it most and asks least, putting Sirius through extra effort. He would hate to fail, just because he doesn't know. So Sirius tries even harder.

Right now he can't, though. It's hard to explain. He had a terrible relationship with his father. If they weren't arguing, they were ignoring each other. If Sirius didn't disappoint, he barely passed as adequate. Yet, Orion is dead, and it hurts, where it shouldn't.

James it out, Sirius made it so, asking Evans for help. He hopes that the others won't even notice. Alas, Remus sits down next to him where he broods on the bed, a hand just close enough to imply the possibility of touch. “You don't have to say anything. I understand, or if I don't, I won't need or deserve an explanation. Just... I don't think you should be alone.”

“I would want...” Does he though? “I really don't know what.”

“Then I'll stay, until you know.” Remus sits quietly, and yet, it helps. It takes long, and he never wavers. Finally the pain becomes bearable.

“Shh!” Rodolphus doesn't just put a finger on Sirius' lips, but covers his whole mouth with one hand, pressing him against the wall and into the shadows at the same time. And no moment too soon. Only a corner away, Bellatrix and Voldemort pass, caught up in conversation so distasteful, even the dedicated follower Rodolphus shudders. Loyalty is a hard thing, sometimes.

His beloved on the side, Sirius, though, surprises. No movement betrays him, only his eyes burn in suppressed anger. He would kill them both, given the means, but even if Rodolphus decided to help – he won't – they don't have them.

He makes up for it, good as he can with a kiss by his ear and an apologetic whisper, and Sirius knows and doesn't hold a grudge, even though he is champion at that. “Some day you'll see that they just play you,” he whispers, once they are past, and even grants Rodolphus a goodbye kiss, before he dives back into the night outside to be hunted by the very same people Rodolphus houses.

All loyalty aside, Rodolphus may or may not have misdirected one curse or the other, disturbing someone about to cause harm to a special someone. Just a nasty rumour – of course.

Sirius doesn't waste time with trying to tell Rodolphus silence. He just casts a spell, then takes his hand, as he pulls him out of the cell. Hand in hand they move through the Ministry like shadows, constantly avoiding discovery by barely a breath. They loop back and forth, weave through the corridors, and it feels like an eternity until they make it out.

Worse, the journey isn't over. Half the country is looking for an escaped prisoner, and given the similarity of their fates, sometimes it seems they are still looking for Sirius. But they make it to the point where a Portkey is waiting.

They are already holding the thing, a broken Muggle thing with the letters N-O-K-I-A printed on, when Rodolphus finally gets to ask: “Where are we going?”

“France.” Sirius grins. “South.” As it turns out, the Ministry still searches for him too, and with Voldemort dead and his godson finally safe there is no reason to stay.

Xenophilius sits in front of the Ravenclaw house yet again, looking sad and lost. Severus has seen it a few times already, but until now he wasn't curious and/or bored enough to care about it. Just now he is. He sits down on the bench next to the soft-spoken boy, so extremely blond that it looks like he has no lashes or eyebrows, the most extreme contrast to Severus himself.

“So, why are you out here and not in there?” Xeno is smarter than even most Ravenclaws, the riddle can't be the reason.

Xeno shrugs. “Our dear portrait doesn't like my answers, and my fellow ravens won't help. They think I am too strange.” That is certainly true, but no reason for hostility. There are no people less mean and spiteful than Xeno, also in difference to Severus.

“Then what did the Portrait ask?”

“What is black and white and musical.” Xeno gesticulates. “The obvious answer is so boring. But think of it. There as so many interesting birds in these colours...”

It makes sense. Xeno wouldn't just say “piano” and be done with it. “Well, let me try it.” He does, he opens the door, it's fine. It's boring too, Xeno is right about that.

“Thank you, Severus. I always knew you were kinder than people say.” Xeno slips through the now open door, but turns back for just a second, smiling and kissing his cheek as if it was the most normal thing. Then he is gone.

@wolfstarmicrofic - 198 words

Sirius had never dared to look back and see where he had started. Too many dark spots in his life lay hidden. He didn't dare giving titles either. Harry isn't a son, not even a godson. He is Harry and that's it. Remus isn't a husband – they are just room-mates, and that they share a bed, a table, and basically all clothes is beside the point, and Teddy... Oh he doesn't even think what the little one – Remus and Tonks co-parenting dream – means to him at all.

Worse, even Tyrus is not his dog, just a stray who decide to stay around, same as Luci, the cat or Scrap the raven. Doesn't matter that all three of them literally sleep on him and, if they feel bad, accept only him feeding them by hand.

@wolfstarmicrofic - 145 words

Remus flinches, when he sees Sirius' face. The fascination, the determination... there is only one conclusion. Sirius wants to try it – and Remus isn't sure he can handle that. “Please don't. Nails and long hair and the occasional skirt are quite enough.” Hyped up like the incredible guy slash Queen on the stage, Sirius would be unbearable.

“You are right...” Sirius' grin only widens, and his eyes roam over Remus. “You on the other hand...”

And this is how one Remus Lupin finds himself in an enormous wig and even more enormous bosoms, put in a dress that screams “VEGAS!” and carefully balancing on shoes that clearly weren't made by any sane being that had actual walking in mind – and being devoured by his favourite man in the world.

Severus' face over the drink he didn't order and that still gets brought to the table, sours only more, when he sees who forced it upon him. As if he hasn't seen enough red-heads for a life-time already. “William.”

“Bill, if it pleases you, the smart, nimble youngster corrects and sits, uninvited. “I saw you sitting alone, and that's a pity.”

Severus would like to disagree, and so would the rest of the room. He has never been in favour of the masses. Given that things are bound for disappointment, whatever Bill intends the drink to mitigate, Severus cuts right to the chase. “What do you want?”

But a Weasley's good mood is never disturbed by something as profane as reality. Bill just grins. “Being sociable? See if I got a chance with the dark untouchable one?”

“What?” It cannot be what he heard, clearly he must be going insane. “Chance for what?”

Bill sighs, the face turning more grave, if no less open. “A night out, a talk, a tumble, if you feel like it. Whatever tickles your fancy.”

“With you?” Severus frowns. “You are a child!”

“I am not.” Bill shrugs. “And you are what? Ten years older? Hardly makes a difference now.”

“You Weasley's will be the end of me!” Severus would love to dismiss it. And yet. It's been terribly lonely lately – and what would it cost him? “You've got a room?”

The grin is back. “A whole lot more than just a room. How about that: I get you a home-cooked meal in peace – you like like you could use one – and then we see what happens?”