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“That does not excuse their blatant abuse of technology,” came a firm response. His voice was filled with a certain frustration and from a deep source of anger.

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He shouldn’t have asked. He hadn’t intended to. He’d meant to just come out with it, to tell Moony about the letter he’d opened the day before. Only there hadn’t been a right time, not really. James had just gotten back from a holiday to New York with his parents and seeing Remus again after two weeks – talking about that stupid fucking badge hadn’t been a priority.

He’d thought about never telling him. He’d considered – when the metal had first fell into his hand – just not accepting it. He didn’t care that bloody much, he’d never expected or wanted to be headboy. He wasn’t exactly what anyone would call headboy material. Only then his mum had seen it, had dropped his holiday laundry on the floor where she’d been carrying it to the kitchen and started to cry of all bloody things.

She’d made a special tea, and his dad had even given him a glass of scotch like he was somehow a man now and he’d just – aside from Quidditch Captain and good exam scores, the only things they’d ever gotten from school were letters about his behaviour. He’d never made prefect and as much as they joked about it, he was their only son and James realised it was an experience they’d missed out on.

He couldn’t turn it down. And maybe in some selfish way, it wasn’t just for them. Maybe it was kind of nice to have them really, truly proud of him instead of smiling fondly and shaking their heads at his latest antics.

So he hadn’t turned it down. But he hadn’t told Remus about it either.

“It doesn’t really matter who got it does it?” he asked dumbly, considering the amount Moony was going on about it signified it mattered a whole fucking lot. “I mean – it’s just some dumb metal badge right? It’s not like it even means anything – fuck if anything it’s a really boring job, takes up most of your fucking nights and who wants to spend all their time with swotty prefects?”

He paused, realising belatedly, Remus was a fucking prefect and insulting all prefects everywhere – no matter how annoying they were – wasn’t really going to make this go the way he wanted it to. Which was for it to not go anywhere at all really.

“Evans is head girl?” he ran a hand through his hair, wishing more than anything he’d never opened that fucking letter. The whole fucking world thought he had a thing for Evans, to the point sometimes he was pretty sure Remus thought so too. Being head boy and girl together wasn’t going to help. “That’s uh – well we knew that was gonna happen right? I uh – I don’t reckon it’s Snivellus though, even Slughorn wouldn’t nominate him for it – who’d inflict that on the school?”

He paused, flinching as a donkey trotted past and already regretting agreeing to Blackpool as he chose instead to glance over to where Peter was hiding in the shade, Sirius flirting with a group of girls next to him and had an immediate brain wave. 

omg i just had to comment bc ive always felt the exact same way about lily and remus im so glad its not just me

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It had been about a year since the war ended, the Dark Lord seemingly vanquished, and the dark creatures who had been working with him had scattered to the winds. A couple days after it had happened, a horde of aurors showed up at Fenrir’s camp, and a good portion of his pack got sent to Azkaban. He’d managed to escape by the skin of his teeth, but what he’d had during the war was gone.

He spent the next several months doing as he pleased, though he knew to lie low. Somehow, the Ministry knew what he looked like and knew who they were looking for. It was best if he got out of Britain, so he did.

He wound up in Romania, and then in Russia, where he bumped into Remus Lupin and they pair of them caught up on times past (though very little talking was actually involved). It had been good to see one of his own but, when morning came, they went their separate ways. Fenrir’s travels then took him through Asia and parts of Africa.

Eleven months after the fall of Voldemort and Fenrir Greyback found himself in a bar frequented by dark creatures in the center of Manhattan, New York. There was a goblin bartender and several vampires, goblins, freed elves and even a partial pack native to the area. The alpha among them decided to assert his dominance to Fenrir, who was just trying to have a drink. The poor fool was lifted by the British wolf by his throat and held against the wall.

“I’m not looking for a fight. But I will end you.” He growled, the pressure he was applying causing the other man’s eyes to bug out of his skull. The rest of his pack foolishly stood back – they were stragglers, not well taken care of and Fenrir got the idea that, as bad as it was in England for his kind, it was worse here. They looked malnourished, beaten down – like tramps. He sensed the submission and let the other man go, but only because he caught a scent – something familiar.

He swallowed down his glass of whiskey and turned to face the person he knew was standing somewhat behind him, near the bar. There was a dangerous smile on his face as he leaned down, breathing in deeply – Remus had such a unique scent. “Looks like fate has brought us together again, Lupin.”

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One –

Thursday, 23 November, 1972. The boys knew Remus’ secret bynow but they were unable to do anything to protect him from himself or histransformations. As he lay, utterly spent,in his bed, there was not much Sirius could do except lay beside him and smoothdown his hair – cool and damp with the cold sweat that had overtaken his bodynow that the fever had broken.

He had his arm flung over Remus’ broken body, the tremblingshowing no signs of stopping even as Remus whimpered into his pillow. He’dspent the first day after the moon with Poppy, but now he was back in thedorms. He’d have to go back to class tomorrow – but Sirius was whispering, “Just one day, and then it’s the weekend”,right into Remus’ ear.

“It’s okay, I know it hurts… but you’re okay. I’m here.”Remus was practically out of his mind still, hardly coherent as Sirius rolledhim onto his back and looked at him with sad, grey eyes. “I’m here.” He whispered again, pressing his lips to Remus’, thoughthe kiss would not be reciprocated and he lay his head down on the other boy’schest to close his eyes and grip Remus tightly, wishing he could take away thepain.

Two –

Fourth year, Sirius and James and Peter were so close to completing their journey tobecome animagi that Sirius could almost tasteit. He was so proud of himself – thinking he was the cleverest wizard toever set foot in Hogwarts, that he couldn’t help but brag to Moony whatever chance he got.

During one such instance, he was a bit drunk on smuggled Firewhisky, that he almost forgot himself. Hisarm was draped lazily over Remus’ shoulder as they sat – side pressed to side –in the common room. Remus was giggling over Sirius’ blatant egotistical nature(made all the worse by his inebriated state).

“Honest, honest,Rem… I’m… I’ve been giving the lads a helpful hand. Without me…” He flourishedhis arm, spilling butterbeer down his front and a bit onto Remus’ lap. “They’dbe lost.” He looked at Remus then, who lovingly called him a self-centered twat and kissed him on theside of the mouth, close enough to his cheek for it to have been an accident.

Then, not knowing how Remus would respond, he got up andwent to talk to James instead.

Three –

Monday, 17 November, 1975 – the full moon was coming andSirius could tell how on edge Remus was. He was withdrawn, kept to himself,didn’t want anything to do with theimpromptu party that happened in the common room.

It was a sad little attempt on James’ part to get Lily Evansto kiss him. He’d suggested they play the Muggle game spin the bottle, but with wands. Lily had objected – you’ll just charm it, or say a silent spell…I don’t trust you. So, they used an empty bottle of butterbeer from the last celebration. Dorcas threatenedeveryone if they tried to cheat and it took everythingin Sirius to get Remus to agree to play.

He sat on opposite sides of the circle from him, knowingfull well he wanted to kiss Remus.He also realized, with each spin of the bottle, that he wouldn’t be able tobear it if someone else landed on Moony – hisMoony. His feelings had become so concrete and apparent to him anymore – heeven found himself wanting to viciously protect.

When Remus’ turn came and the bottle landed on Sirius, hesheepishly said it was okay, and hedidn’t expect Sirius to kiss him. But there was a light in the other’s greyeyes as he crawled across the center of the circle to cup Remus’ face. Hetipped his jaw back and pressed their lips together in a delicate embrace –hoping to convey everything he felt through simple touch. But, when he pulledback, Remus just stared, mouth agape and starry eyed.

There’s time, hetold himself, there’s time. But thatwas before what happened the next day, before Sirius told Severus where to meetthem. Before he’d almost give up Remus’ secret and caused a fellow student tolose his life.

Four –

December, 1975 – the Ball. Sirius had scarcely had muchcontact with any of his friends since the incident,but he loved them all so much. He’d tried various ways of expressing his regretand how sorry he was. James still wasn’ttalking to him, but Pete and Remus had come around. However, Sirius could tellthat the latter was still hanging on. And he understood, what he’d done hadbeen so wrong and there was no takingit back, but he wanted to make things right, so badly.

Being poor with spoken word, Sirius sent Remus an enchantednote to meet him out in the gardens – signed anonymously and written with aself-spelling quill so that his handwriting did not give him away. He waitedout in the cold for what felt like hours,his cheeks and nose red as the glittering snow fell around him.

His stomach lurched as he started to make up stories in hishead – Remus was inside, dancing and laughing with Shacklebolt, or the lads were all talking about how stupid he wasto think they would forgive him. He felt so alone,until he heard snow crunching under feet and his heart skipped a beat. A smilegraced Sirius’ lips as Remus came into view.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.” He said,reaching out and grabbing Remus by the elbow, not giving him a chance to speakbefore he leaned in to kiss Remus – for real this time. It was slow andlingered for longer than was necessary, but Remus’ mouth was warm and tasted ofhot chocolate. He had the other boy pulled flush up against him and, when he finished, he looked down at the shorterboy.

“I’m sorry.” Hesaid again, “I love you.”

Five –

The flat Sirius had rented with the money he inherited fromUncle Alphard hadn’t felt like home until Remus came to stay with him. Theirrelationship, since Fifth year, had become more and more serious, and the olderof the two found it rather difficult to imagine life without Remus.

They didn’t have a lot of time together, but they had theflat with the shitty Christmas lights strung up to give it life. They had their lumpy bed and their overstuffed armchair (It’s only supposed to fit one of us, Sirius!). They had thesecond-hand record player and all the records to go with: their favorite, a LedZeppelin track that they slow danced to at three o’clock in the morning.

Sirius loved Remus, irrevocably and unconditionally, and hedidn’t want the war to tear them apart.