#lumberman

alz0 uhh btw due t0 the fact that jaz0n iz getting rem0ved due t0 hiz c0pyright with h0rr0r inc, he iz replaced with the mazked/t0m and the decayed/lumberman. l0l

alz0 uhh adding thiz in here, here'z z0me c0nceptz f0r the tw0 gay b0iz that i t0tally didn't zteal fr0m z0me0ne 0n the wiki [creditz t0 Edeifeiffffnr f0r them th0ugh, since they straight up c00ked with theze h0neztly. l0l]

and bef0re any0ne askz what happened t0 jaz0n in my AU since I'm replacing him with t0m n lumberman, well let'z juzt zay...

@wolfstarmicrofic October 15, word count 486

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The following morning, Sirius woke curled up on his side with Remus’s chest pressed up against his back and his arms wrapped tightly around him. 

Unfortunately, they didn’t have time to waste. They had a long journey back to London, and Sirius just hoped Emrys could manage it. He was getting on in horse years, but he’d always been strong. He voiced his concern as they ate deep bowls of porridge in the warm kitchen. 

“Will our little cart fit him?” Lyall asked. “It’s a hell of a lot lighter than your carriage, and if he’s taking both of you back, it’ll be easier on the beast.”

“I don’t know, I’ll go see after breakfast. But are you sure? My carriage is far too heavy for little Gladys to pull,” Lyall waved his concern away. 

“She won’t have anything to do while you’re away, just make sure you bring it back in one piece,” Lyall warned, raising a brow at him over his newspaper.

“I promise,” Sirius vowed. 

Gladys’s cart did indeed fit Emrys, just. He’d struggle to do any fast turns, but Sirius didn’t foresee them doing anything crazy on their return journey. 

Hope packed them a basket stuffed with food, and Lyall tried to press a handful of coins into Sirius’s palm. 

“It’s not much, but it’ll help with finding a bed for the night.” 

“I can’t take your money, Mr Lupin,” Sirius said, trying to give it back, but Lyall shook his head and stepped back. “Just keep my son safe, that’s all I ask,” Sirius could tell Lyall wouldn’t budge on this, so he pocketed the coins and made a note to use them on something nice for him and Hope.  

“I’ll do my best,” he promised, and then, after an unexpected hug from them both, he and Remus hopped up into the cart and set off. 

They passed through the village, keeping their heads down; a few of the inhabitants noticed them, but no one bothered them. Once they were out of the village, it was nothing but farmland and forests as far as the eye could see. They’d decided not to stop at The Burrow and see Molly and her family. They’d likely stay, and at the rate Emrys was carrying them, they could easily get to the next stop before nightfall. 

They passed a lumberman, hauling logs out of the woods with his large bay draught horse. He watched them pass and then dragged the logs across the road to his already stacked cart.

Their Inn for the night came into view, and after purchasing a room for the night and sorting out, Emrys, Sirius, and Remus enjoyed a pint of ale together as they watched the sun set behind the horizon. They’d made excellent time with Emrys pulling Gladys’s cart. If they kept it up, they’d be back in London by Thursday, and then the hunt could begin.

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