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Scars	By : blackkisbackk Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 2731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potter, and I make no profit from the writing of this story. All that is mine are a few original characters.

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Part Three

The next morning, Sirius woke up feeling groggy. He rubbed his eyes with both fists, and suddenly the memories of the night before came flooding back, causing Sirius’s face to redden in embarrassment. Sirius knew that he shouldn’t be angry with Remus, but his ego was causing him to act otherwise. The fact of the matter was that Sirius wanted Remus. Bad. Remus’s scent would engulf Sirius, and the thought of the feel of his skin touching Sirius’s skin was almost too much for Sirius to bear. He remembered the night before, lowering himself over his best friend and the burning sensation it sent throughout his entire body and radiated from his skin. It was also more than that. Sirius did not just want Remus’s body. He wanted Remus’s thoughts, his movements, his heart and soul. He wanted every piece of Remus that was available to him, and for that reason, Sirius had felt damaged after the previous night had not gone as he had desperately wanted it to.

Despite how desperately he wanted Remus in his bed, he more desperately wanted Remus out of his mind. For the past few weeks, Sirius had been moping around like a sick puppy, thinking of Remus and of all that he wanted to say and do, but Sirius had grown tired of this behavior. He wanted Remus now more than ever, but lying in his bed the morning after touching Remus for the first time, Sirius made a decision that he was not going to wait any longer. He wasn’t going to chase but he wasn’t going to stand by either. Sirius had made this decision, but for tonight, he decided it could all wait. He had been wanting to let loose for quite sometime and as Sirius sat up and slipped on his shoes, he decided that tonight he would.

Later that evening, Remus, James, Peter, and Lily were sitting around a small table in the common room working on an essay on cross species Switching Spells due the following day for Transfiguration. As usual, this consisted of Lily and Remus doing the work, while James found a way to distract himself and Peter usually becoming distressed and falling asleep. Sirius had not come back after classes, and Remus was trying not to act like his absence was bothering him. After Care of Magical Creatures was over that day, which was their last class of the day, Sirius had gone off with a few sixth and seventh year Gryffindors, to where, Remus did not know. James seemed as if he was not at all concerned about Sirius’s whereabouts or about how Remus felt about the absence, but Remus did not notice every five minutes when James would glance at him out of the corner of his eye, then glance at the portrait hole, and then look back at what he was doing.

Everyone was aware of Sirius’s absence, but no one was more aware of it than Remus. Remus imagined that his prolonged absence could only mean one thing: he was still angry with Remus for the night before, although Remus was angry at this thought, angry beyond belief that Sirius expected him to do something he just was not quite ready for.

When he realized he was simply scribbling nonsense, Remus stopped writing and stared down at his parchment. He closed his eyes and immediately images of the night before replayed in Remus’s mind. Remus could still feel Sirius warm touch on his arm, his thigh, and his face. He could smell Sirius’s smell of male, mint, and soap, and without realizing it, he breathed in deeply. His heart began to beat faster than normal as Remus remembered the bruising kisses that Sirius had pulled Remus into, which made Remus feel like his muscles were fatiguing and his nervous system was failing. For a moment, Remus was back in the dormitory, looking up at Sirius whose muscular arms were on either side of him as Sirius hovered over him in his bed.

Just as Remus was about to become completely lost in thought, the portrait hole swung open, and an incredibly inebriated Sirius came stumbling into the room, carrying a bottle of firewhiskey. When he saw his friends sitting at a table across the room, he stood up straight and strode over to them, attempting to hide his condition.

“What’re you up to?” Sirius slurred. He leaned against the chair Lily was sitting in, and James quickly stood up in order to take Sirius up to his bed. Sirius pushed James off and took a large swig from the bottle he was holding. He walked toward the stairs that led to the dormitory but stopped for a moment before ascending. With his back still turned to them, he said, “Remus,” and then began walking up the stairs.

With a sharp intake of breath at the sound of Sirius saying his name, Remus gathered up his things slowly so he would not seem too eager. As calmly as he could, he followed Sirius up to their room.

As soon as he opened the door to the dormitory, all of his things fell out of his hands and came crashing to the floor as he felt forceful hands push him against the wall. Without a word, Sirius pressed his mouth to Remus’s. Remus instantly gave in to Sirius’s advances and when he felt Sirius’s tongue brush his lips, he quickly gave Sirius entrance into his mouth. When Sirius moved his knee so that it rubbed against Remus’s groin, Remus groaned before gently pushing Sirius away.

Sirius reached his arms out to try to get to Remus again, but Remus maneuvered away from Sirius’s grip and walked over this his own bed. Sirius remained where he had been standing—still and slightly dumbfounded.

“Sirius, come over here,” Remus said, sitting down on his bed. For a moment, Remus did not think Sirius would comply, but slowly, Sirius turned around and walked crookedly over to the bed, taking a seat next to Remus. “We never really got to talk before or after what happened last night,” Remus said, remembering how Sirius had come into the room without saying anything the night before and had gone to bed saying less. “I know you’ve had a bit to drink, but I think we should talk now. Or at least try to.” Remus smiled meekly.

Sirius did not speak for a long time, and Remus thought it was best to wait, considering the state Sirius was in. Sirius was shaking slightly, but Remus pretended not to notice it. Without warning, Sirius leaned over and put his head on Remus’s shoulder. Remus felt his own body tense up at the closeness, but he did not move Sirius away. After a few moments in that position, Sirius tilted his head so that his mouth was less than an inch from Remus’s neck. Remus shivered when he felt Sirius’s warm breath trail across his neck. Remus could smell the firewhiskey, but that only enhanced his attraction to his friend. When Remus felt Sirius’s lips brush against his neck, he jumped up from the bed, causing Sirius to growl in frustration.

“Remus!” Sirius said as he fell back on the bed. “I’m dying!” Remus noticed that he did not sound angry, which relieved him, but he was determined to talk first. “I need you now,” Sirius said. Remus knew it was the firewhiskey talking.

“Sirius, what are we doing?” Remus said with wide eyes, looking irritated and confused.

“Well, I was hoping I didn’t have to explain it to you, Remus, but I guess your parents never had that talk with you,” Sirius said. He was looking up at the canopy of Remus’s bed. He had adjusted himself somewhat so that he was laying on the bed properly, with his head on Remus’s pillow. One knee was bent up, and he had both hands behind his head.

“You know what I mean,” Remus said in an annoyed tone. He knew Sirius was messing with him because he had been drinking tonight, but Remus was determined to make tonight the night they hammered out their issues. Although he was trying very hard to keep control, he could not help but stare at Sirius’s body and imagine it over him once again as Sirius lay on his bed in his school uniform with his red and gold tie loosened and his white button down shirt clinging to his frame. Luckily for Remus, though, the knee Sirius had bent was blocking the outline of Sirius’s groin from Remus’s line of sight, something that surely would have been distracting for Remus in this conversation.

Sirius did not say anything, and Remus took this as a window of opportunity to speak his mind. “I want to be with you, Sirius,” he said bluntly. “Like, for real. And I know you have this messed up reputation of being with tons of girls, but I want you, and I’ve wanted you for a long time. I don’t just want a meaningless shag for one night and then I become ‘old news,’ as you often say. I want something real with you—”

“Remus—”

“No, Sirius, just let me finish,” Remus said quickly. He took a step closer to the bed where Sirius had now turned on his side and was resting his head on his hand. “I thought we were close… That night in the hospital wing I thought things had changed for us, but then the next day, you ran away—”

“Remus,” Sirius said again, but Remus continued, cutting him off.

“You were scared, and that would have been okay if you would have just talked to me about your fears.” Remus was now pacing in front of the bed and he was not looking at Sirius. He therefore didn’t notice that Sirius was smiling at him. “I was scared, too, Sirius. I was frightened out of my mind about giving myself to you, but I was willing to do it anyway because that’s how badly I want to be with you,” Remus paused for a moment and Sirius moved his mouth to speak but Remus went on, moving his hands animatedly as he spoke. “Then last night we made a huge step, but I wasn’t as ready as I thought I was. We hadn’t even talked about anything and you expected me to just give in without even talking about anything… Well, Sirius, I want to talk, and I want to figure things out because I’m ready. We owe it to ourselves to see what this is between us and what it could be because I have deep feelings for you, and I know you have feelings for me. I know you don’t like to tie yourself down and I know you’ve never really done anything like this before and I know I’m your best mate, but I’m ready to be committed to you, and I’m ready for people to know about us, and I’m ready to be with you, I mean, really be with you, Sirius.” Remus’s voice had risen in volume, and when he finally stopped pacing and faced Sirius, he was surprised to see Sirius sitting up on the edge of the bed grinning from ear to ear.

“Can I speak now?” Sirius asked him. Remus nodded sheepishly, realizing that the “talk” he wanted to have had so far only consisted of Remus rambling and Sirius sitting silently. Sirius did not saying anything at first, but he continued to smile a handsome smile that Remus finally returned. They looked at each other for a moment before Sirius shrugged and finally said, “I love you, Remus.”

Instantly, the smile slid off of Remus’s face and was replaced by wide eyes and an open mouth that Sirius longed to kiss.

“What?” Remus blinked several times.

“Well, I said ‘I love you’,” Sirius said again calmly. He was still smiling.

“Er—I—yeah, I heard you, but… You’ve been drinking; you don’t know what you’re saying,” Remus licked his lips and walked forward so that he was standing a foot from where Sirius was sitting on the bed looking up at him. “D-do you really?”

“Yes,” Sirius said again. “I know what I’m saying and I know I’m in love with you.”

Remus looked down at his best friend and felt emotion wash over him. He knew Sirius had feelings for him and he knew they wanted to be with each other and he had hoped that tonight would be a breakthrough in their relationship, but never did Remus imagine Sirius confessing his love on this night. Remus walked over to Sirius and pulled him up to him in a deep and passionate kiss. When Sirius felt Remus’s hands move to the back of his neck and run through the hairs on the back of his head, Sirius began to grab hungrily at Remus’s clothes, trying to get them off as quickly as he could.

Remus pulled Sirius’s tie over his head, and unbuttoned his shirt with quick and shaky hands, trying not to snap off any buttons. Sirius pulled Remus’s shirt above his head, and once both boys were bare-chested, neither could get enough of the other. Remus rubbed his hands all over Sirius’s firm chest, and Remus put his hands on the back of Remus’s head, pulling him as close as he could. Sirius moved his mouth to Remus’s neck and left a small trail of bite marks behind him. Remus let his head roll back and he moaned loudly when Sirius slid his tongue from the top of Remus’s neck down to the middle of his chest.

“Sirius,” Remus gasped out when Sirius cupped his mouth over Remus’s nipple and massaged it with his tongue. At the sound of his name, Sirius let out a low growl and pushed Remus onto the bed behind them.

Sirius climbed on top of Remus and pressed his mouth against Remus’s neck, letting his tongue take in every taste of Remus. Remus closed his eyes and was breathing heavily as Sirius’s mouth made a trail down Remus’s stomach to about an inch above his pants. Remus felt Sirius’s mouth move from his stomach and expected to feel his hands on his pants, but when Remus felt nothing, he opened his eyes and saw Sirius with his back straight and his legs straddling Remus looking tentatively at his lover.

“Sirius, come on,” Remus said huskily taking Sirius’s hands in his own and moving them to the zipper area of his pants. Sirius did not need any more encouragement, and he quickly loosened Remus pants, pulled them off and threw them to the side of his bed, taking no time to do away with his own pants, as well.

Remus looked down at both of their naked bodies and nearly released himself prematurely when he looked down and saw Sirius’s hardness, which he realized was all for him. Remus pushed himself up and rolled the two of them over so that he was now poised above Sirius. Sirius smirked at Remus’s forcefulness, and Remus smiled before moving down to Sirius’s erection. Sirius jerked his head up and let out a small yell when he felt Remus’s mouth close over the tip of Sirius’s throbbing erection. Sirius relaxed as Remus began small movements up and down Sirius’s shaft.

Remus was looking up at Sirius from where he was, trying to get cues as to what Sirius particularly enjoyed. When Remus took Sirius all the way in his mouth and sucked tightly, Sirius yelped again and thrust his pelvis upward. Sirius gasped out Remus’s name as Remus began to move his head up and down faster, knowing that Sirius was almost at his peak. Sirius was breathing deeply and heavily as Remus continued, feeling his own hardness pulsating uncomfortably. Sirius was now moving in sync with Remus’s movements while he curled his hands within Remus’s hair. When Sirius was on the edge, he grabbed Remus’s hair tightly in his fist and he could feel some of the hairs give way as he pushed Remus hard onto his shaft and released himself into Remus’s mouth.

Without wasting a second, Sirius rolled them both over and took position over Remus. Sirius looked down at Remus whose eyes were full of desire, and Sirius immediately felt himself harden once again. He looked down at Remus who nodded, and Sirius grabbed his own member and positioned it at the tip of Remus’s entrance. The feeling of Remus squirming underneath him trying to maneuver his way onto Sirius’s hardness drove Sirius out of his mind, and he struggled to keep control. Sirius took a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself; he knew that the initial entrance had to be done delicately. Sirius bent over the bed and picked up his wand that had been tossed onto the floor. He touched the tip of his wooden wand to the tip of his fleshy wand and watched as a light sheen of liquid covered his shaft.

After throwing his wand back to the ground, Sirius positioned himself so that one hand was next to Remus’s head holding himself up, and the other hand was grasped around his own throbbing erection. Sirius exhaled and slowly pushed inside Remus. Instantly Remus’s mouth opened in pleasure and he let out a throaty and heavy sigh. Sirius continued until he was all the way inside Remus, and then he stayed in that position for several moments. Remus looked up at Sirius, and Sirius moved out slowly until only his tip was left inside Remus. Remus breathed in and out heavily as Sirius moved back inside and once he was all the way in, Remus moaned quietly. As Sirius moved out again, Remus shook his head back and forth slowly a few times.

“More,” Remus said quietly. Not needing to be told a second time, Sirius picked up the pace and started a quicker rhythm in and out of Remus, which then caused Remus to grip Sirius’s hips tightly. Sirius smiled and bit his lip from the pleasure that Remus’s tightness was giving him. Sirius was trying hard not to pound into Remus, but as Remus nodded him on, Sirius did not think he would be able to control himself for much longer.

When Remus moaned Sirius name, Sirius groaned and pushed harder in and out of Remus. Remus’s moans were loud and out of control now, and Sirius threw his head back as he gave Remus all the force he could muster.

“Merlin, Remus,” Sirius said loudly when he felt Remus’s cheeks clamp hard around his erection. Remus’s eyes were shut, but Sirius was staring down at Remus’s body, enjoying the way Remus came unraveled underneath him. Approaching the finish, Sirius grabbed Remus’s hands and placed them over his head as he went in and out of Remus, pounding him and making him moan and yelp shamelessly. When both were close, Sirius moved one of his hands off of Remus’s hands and moved it onto Remus’s hard member. He moved his hand up and down as he moved his own member in and out of Remus fast and hard. Sirius gave one final hard push inside Remus and both boys released their fluids.

“Sirius!”

“Remus!”

Sirius fell on top of Remus, and slid slowly to the side so that he was laying with his head in the crook of Remus’s neck, one of Sirius’s favorite places. Remus wrapped his arm around Sirius and placed his other hand on top of Sirius’s hand, which was resting on Remus’s stomach.

For several minutes, both young men lie there in silence, neither having the energy to speak and neither wanting to ruin the peacefulness of the silence. Sirius nuzzled Remus’s neck and Remus lightly ran the fingers of the hand that was around Sirius across Sirius’s arm. Sirius was smiling peacefully and Remus had his eyes closed, reliving the event that had just happened.

Sirius thought he could lay like this forever, in Remus’s arms, with no concern for the outside world or the rest of the people in it. As he lay there, he forgot about Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters; he forgot about his family and his maniacal brother who was surely on his way to being one of Voldemort’s most loyal followers; he forgot about James and Peter and Hogwarts and classes and everything. He just let Remus’s smell and the feeling of his fingers running up and down his arm take over his thoughts and his senses.

Holding Sirius in his arms, Remus was lost as well. He forgot about the wizarding world that was falling apart; he forgot about the problems he’d had with Sirius over the last few weeks; he forgot about his lycanthropy, the condition that was the cause of almost all Remus’s problems—a condition that would never go away. But Remus was not thinking about this. He was not thinking about anything but the smell of Sirius’s hair and the squareness of Sirius’s jaw line that Remus could not get enough of.

After many minutes of being lost in each other, Remus was the first to speak.

“I love you, too,” was all he said.

“A bit late for that, don’t you think?” Sirius said, but he was smiling the most loving smile and he thought his heart might cave in from the love he felt for Remus.

“It’s never too late,” Remus said.

Sirius took the hand that was lying on Remus’s stomach and he traced the scars on Remus’s chest and stomach. Remus tried to move Sirius’s hand away gently, always embarrassed of the marks his transformations left behind.

“I love your scars,” Sirius said as he attempted to avoid Remus’s hand pushing his own hand away.

“No, you don’t,” Remus said.

“Yes, I really do,” Sirius said gently. “I love them because they show me just how strong you are.” Remus sighed and Sirius continued. “Your scars were what made me fall in love with you.”

“How?” Remus asked, finally dropping his hand down by his side and allowing Sirius to continue his tracing in peace and enjoying how Sirius’s touch seemed to light his skin on fire.

“That night,” Sirius said. He was talking very quietly and Remus had to strain his ears to hear him. “The night of your transformation, you know, the night before everything happened in the hospital wing,” he paused for a moment as if he was thinking back. “That was the night I fell in love with you… Seeing you like that, exposed and vulnerable, I wanted to protect you. I wanted to be there for you. Always.”

The last word Sirius said was barely above a whisper, but Remus heard it loud and clear. Remus had loved Sirius for years, but it was that night that Remus realized there might be something more between himself and his best friend. Sirius continued to trace, and Remus spoke.

“Do you want to know when I fell in love with you?” Remus asked. Sirius nodded. “It was fifth year—”

“Fifth year?” Sirius lifted his head up and looked at Remus. He looked shocked. “You waited all this time—”

“Yes, fifth year,” Remus said, continuing on with his story. “It was fifth year and I had just come in from my first prefect duty of the year. You had waited up for me to tell me a story about something you and James had done to Snape. You’d made me tea and when I came into the common room and saw you in front of the fireplace drinking your tea and reading while you waited for me… That was when I knew I loved you. You always wanted to talk to me, and I loved you for that,” Remus sighed. “Of course,” he added, “I began to question my love for you later that year after what you did to Snape—”

“You know I feel bad about that, Rem,” Sirius said.

“Of course I know,” Remus said. “But you and James still hate him so much. I know why… For James, it’s Lily, but for you… You hate him because he reminds you of your family. All that pureblood nonsense. You hate that and you hate Snape because he subscribes to it, too.”

Sirius did not say anything, but instead he placed a soft kiss on Remus’s neck. More than anything, Sirius loved knowing that there was somebody out there who understood him above all other people. Sirius had never had this before. Sure, he’d had relationships with many girls, but nothing that ever felt like this. Remus made Sirius feel safe and happy but also scared and vulnerable. He could imagine a future with Remus—a future where he was safe from everything around him knowing that Remus would always be with him. Sirius made Remus feel secure about himself and about the world around him. Remus always felt like second best, except now being with Sirius, knowing that he loved someone and was loved deeply in return. After another long time in silence, Sirius said something that caught Remus off guard.

“Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” Sirius asked.

“We always go to Hogsmeade together,” Remus said, although he knew full well what Sirius was trying to say.

Sirius smiled and chuckled. “Yes, that we do, but I mean do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me? We could spend the day together, just you and me, talking and… well, I was going to say getting to know each other, but since we’re best friends, I already know everything about you.”

Remus laughed and said, “I would love to go with you. I’m sure we’ll find something to talk about.” Sirius smiled and moved in closer to Remus, resting his head and falling asleep in his lover’s arms.

The next few days passed like a dream for Remus and Sirius. They simply could not get enough of each other. Sirius spent hours in the library, a place he rarely frequented, just so that he could spend all of his spare time with Remus. Now that the two had admitted their feelings for one another, there was no pressure and no awkwardness. They could just be in each other’s presence without a care in the world. They did, however, try to keep their PDA to a minimum, not wanting the whole school gossiping about them in their last few months at Hogwarts, although there were many people who knew about the pair. Remus was due for a transformation the following week, but for now, neither was concerned about anything except being with the other.

Very often, while walking through the corridors together, Sirius would pull Remus into an empty classroom and kiss Remus until Remus’s lips were red and swollen. At night, before Peter and James came up to bed, Remus would lay in Sirius’s bed—or perhaps the other way around—and they would simply hold each other for as long as they could without saying much of anything. They did not do these things in secret because they were ashamed of each other or because they were hiding, but both enjoyed the privacy of their love. James and Peter both knew about Remus and Sirius, but Remus and Sirius enjoyed the fact that no one knew just how much they loved each other besides them. They preferred to keep intruders away from their love.

That weekend, the weekend of the Hogsmeade visit, Sirius woke up with a spring in his step. James, Lily, and Remus all had prefect and head boy/girl duty, but James and Lily planned on sneaking off somewhere private, and Remus planned to do the same and sneak off to find Sirius.

While Sirius was brushing his teeth in the bathroom, Remus came up behind him and put his arms around Sirius’s waist.

“Are you excited for today?” Remus asked before placing a gentle kiss on Sirius’s neck.

Sirius bent over and spit the paste from his mouth and said, “More than you know.”

A few hours later, Sirius was walking up to the entrance of Hogsmeade with the rest of the of-age Hogwarts students. When he walked past the post that Remus was manning, he winked at his dear and kept on walking, noticing Remus’s blush and smiling.

Sirius went into the Three Broomsticks and found a corner table that was somewhat hidden from the rest of the tavern. He ordered two butterbeers and sipped on his while he waited patiently for Remus to join him.

After a fairly long while, Remus came sneakily into the Three Broomsticks and quickly spotted Sirius in the corner, making a beeline for him and accompanying him at the table.

“Took you long enough,” Sirius said, bringing his butterbeer to his lips. Remus smiled and took a drink of the butterbeer Sirius had gotten him.

“Well, I could lose my badge for this,” he said. “I have to be careful.”

“Would losing your badge really be the worst thing?” Sirius asked. He had always poked fun at Remus for being a prefect.

“Oh, you’re such a laugh,” Remus said. “After what the Prophet said yesterday, Dumbledore wanted to make sure security was extra tight.”

“Let’s not talk about that,” Sirius said. He reached out his hand palm up on the table, and Remus obliged, putting his hand in Sirius’s. “I love you,” Sirius said.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that,” Remus sighed and closed his eyes.

“Well, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. I’ll say it so much that you’ll beg me to stop,” Sirius said. “That won’t be all you’re begging for,” he added.

Remus nearly choked on his butterbeer.

Epilogue

More than four years after Sirius had first said ‘I love you’ to Remus, Remus held his traveling cloak tightly around him while he walked up a hill that was decorated with unsightly stone steps. Rain was hitting him in the face as the wind howled violently, and Remus shivered, although not entirely from the weather. His heart was beating rather quickly and his breathing was labored as he continued to ascend.

Once he reached his destination, he was searched by two Aurors at the entrance. When he stepped inside, he was immediately overcome with a feeling of dread and emptiness. For a moment, he forgot where he was and why he was there, and as he glanced over at two Dementors who were hovering on either side of him, the chill that he had felt outside suddenly seemed much more welcoming than the chill inside Azkaban prison.

Remus walked slowly down the hallway that was lined with cells. He tried not to look at the occupants, but he could not help but notice that most of them were sitting in the corners of their cells, talking to themselves, picking at the wall, or just staring blankly. Remus closed his eyes for a moment when he reached the cell he had been bound for. He had come here for a specific purpose and he wanted to make sure he achieved that no matter how sad, deranged, pathetic, or emotional Sirius looked. Sirius was sitting against the back wall of his cell with his knees bent up and his head resting in between them.

He stood in front of Sirius’s cell for a full minute before Sirius finally tilted his head upward. Remus did not know what reaction he had expected from Sirius. Perhaps he had wanted Sirius to jump up and rush over to him, and try to pull Remus into his cell. Perhaps he had wanted Sirius to immediately begin crying and explaining himself. Remus had expected to see something in his eyes: love, sadness, rage, madness… hope. But what he really saw in Sirius nearly stopped his heart cold.

Sirius’s eyes were dead. He did not move, and he did not speak to greet Remus. Remus searched and searched but found nothing but emptiness in Sirius’s eyes, because of Azkaban or because of what he’d done, Remus did not know. The only sign Sirius even gave that he was alive was an ever so slight tilt of the head to the side. Although the Dementors had not performed the Kiss on Sirius, Remus did not know how Sirius could get much worse.

Remus took a step closer to Sirius’s cell and said what he came to say. “I came to say goodbye,” he was silent for a moment. “I did not come here to ask why or to hear you apologize or anything. I just came to say goodbye. This is the last time you will ever see me… I loved you, Sirius,” Remus’s voice broke. He looked at Sirius who still had his head slightly cocked to the side. After a moment, Sirius moved his mouth, but Remus could not make out the words. After another minute, Remus took Sirius in for the last time. He looked at his hair, his arms and legs, and his perfect jaw line that Remus loved so much. Without another word, Remus turned to leave. When he began to walk, he thought he heard his name, but when he turned to look at Sirius, Sirius’s head was back in his knees.

Remus walked slowly to the exit and allowed the tears to fall freely as he said goodbye to his one true love.

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