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Blue Moon	By : Lilitany Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 2271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I never will. I make absolutely no money from writing this.

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A/N: Alright, so this is chapter four! I'm working far quicker than I have on a chapter story before (in other places) so let's hope I didn't jinx it just now! *knocks on wood* But, yes, I hope you enjoy. Thank you so much to everyone that's read so far.

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I owned the Marauders, I sadly don't, and they'd destroy my home and wreak havoc on my friends anyway, so that's okay. Everything you recognize is J.K. Rowling's.

Chapter Four; Tickle Fights

It wasn't a well-known fact that Sirius Black didn't like feeling helpless. One could assume as much, but most simply thought that he never was helpless, that he always had a plan. But they wouldn't be correct. While he did indeed frequently have a plan, there were things that made him feel helpless. More than disliking it, he downright rejected the emotion. He was a bundle of activity, and as a result, always had the desperate urge to do something. Anything. So it was more than concern for one of his closest friends that aided Sirius's hatred of the full moon. Seeing Remus on a hospital bed once a month, torn up, scratched, dirtied, and then forced to lie to everyone but the Marauders about where he had been stirred a rather strong emotion in him.

That is, Sirius hated every aspect of it.

Because he didn't like seeing Remus wounded, but there was nothing he could do about it.

That was where the Animgus idea had come in. Remus had only managed to lie to his friends about his monthly disappearances for their first year, before the three caught on and pieced it together, resulting in a rather emotional confrontation in which they assured the near-tears Remus that they didn't think any less of him. Not too long after that, Sirius, shocked by a particularly large gash down Moony's side, close to his ribs and therefore his vital organs, had gone to the library of his own free will for the first time and actively looked for a solution. It had barely been a week before James and Peter realized what was going on and joined him in his hunt. The three worked late, learning which parts of the library Remus frequented in order to avoid their friend, who would no doubt be embarrassed by the quest. They hadn't found a cure for lycanthropy, like a rather ambitious and slightly naïve second-year Sirius had wanted. They had, however, on a night-time trip to the Restricted Section beneath James's oh-so-helpful cloak, discovered a book on Animagi. They had of course known about them before, in concept, from their lessons in McGonagall's class and her transformation on their first day, but at the sight of this wondrous book, the idea suddenly became feasible.

All three boys were instantly fascinated. Who cared that it was supposedly far beyond anything they could or should be doing? Who cared that it was insanely dangerous? Were they Marauders or weren't they?

Well, obviously they were. So obviously they took the chance. They'd been practicing and gathering and learning and studying for three years now. It was more effort and more time than Sirius had ever put into anything that didn't involve pranking or flirting. And it would be worth it, if they could make Moony smile and ease the pain the wolf put him through so often.

People also often wrongly assumed that Sirius Black could be fantastic at school without having to do anything at all.

While he was indeed brilliant, Sirius wasn't quite as flippant about his schoolwork as many thought. It did often bore him, when it wasn't dueling or finding ways to sneak extra ingredients into Snivellus's ordinarily perfect cauldron, but the night before important tests, Sirius would study in an intensely casual fashion. Meaning, of course, like he acted like there was no reason to be studying, flipped through Remus's neat notes, and joked around with his friends, while at the same time reaffirming the bits he had picked up in class with his keen hearing. He didn't particularly care if he did well or not, honestly, but in the back of all his bravado was a slight fear that if he did badly he'd simply be proving his parents right; that they were correct in thinking he was a no-good fuckup who would have nothing if he didn't have the Black name. They despised him enough for landing in Gryffindor, though that was something he himself would never regret, and he really didn't want Howlers from his mum if his O.W.L.s turned out less than satisfactory.

Not that his marks would be particularly low without trying anyway. He was, after all, truly brilliant. But somewhere within his confident, cocky soul was the desire to prove to himself that he could do things that had nothing to do with his inherited traits, and therefore nothing to do with his bigoted parents.

So we join young Sirius Black trying to study without seeming like he was studying. He had a reputation to maintain after all, so he laughed and joked with the other Marauders while stealthily eying his Care of Magical Creatures textbook. Remus, curled up in the bed next to Sirius's, was much less involved, occasionally grinning and adding some clever comment to the general banter before returning his attention to his own book. Moony seemed on-edge as night approached, drumming his fingers on the cover of his book and forgetting to actually read it, which was strange, but Sirius put it down to the before-test nerves that Remus always seemed to get.

"Don't you have to do the Prefect patrol thing again, Moons?" Remus straightened with pride, as he always did when reminded that he had been named Prefect.

"Not tonight. I asked Lily if she could go on her own because I wanted to go over my notes once more. And 'Moons' is a horrible name that I'd appreciate never being said again."

"Oh c'mon, Moony! It's an adorable nickname! It means your mates like you so much that they give you varied versions of your name!"

"Sirius, it's bad enough that you lot insist on calling me something like Moony in the first place. We don't have any dumb nicknames for you." Sirius flopped on his back at the words, staring at the red canopy above his bed.

"Well you could. You could call me Sirius the Ruggedly Handsome. Sirius the Charmer of Women. Sirius the Brilliant-Minded Bloke."

"Or Sirius the Terribly Annoying." Huffed Remus under his breath, causing James and Peter, who had been casually chucking a shoe back and forth, to burst into muffled laughter.

This, of course, spawned a gigantic wrestling match in which Sirius valiantly jumped on James, who managed to pull Remus to the floor, who landed on Peter. They all wound up in a panting pile on the rug.

"I…" Sirius stopped to breathe some more. "I won."

"Like hell you did, you oaf. Get off me." Was Remus's protest from his current position of crushed-beneath-Sirius.

"Of course Sirius didn't win. I did." Declared James, from slightly above and to the left of Sirius. Peter snorted.

"But I'm the one sitting on you!"

"Yeah, Pete, but that's because you're the heaviest! It's an unfair wrestling advantage! Besides, my Quidditch muscles can throw you any day."

"Just you tr- Oof!" James had indeed managed to buck hard enough to get Peter off his back, before going to pounce on the other boy again with the intent of pinning him this time. Remus wiggled around in an attempt to get out of Sirius's grip as well.

"Will you get off of me now?"

"Nah. Your skinny self is comfy. Your protruding bones are like a deep-tissue massage." Remus tried to hide his laughter by muffling it with the floor, which didn't work that well.

"You are so odd."

"At least I'm still pretty, Moony-dear."

"Honestly, Sirius, the things you say sometime-Ah! What are you doing!" With that, Remus dissolved into uncontrollable giggles while Sirius tickled his ribs.

"Aha! Moony, I found your weakness!" Sirius shifted himself upward and began tickling more avidly. "Insert maniacal laughter here! I am now all-powerful!"

"Ha…Sirius if you don't- pffft- don't get off of me, I am going to- aha!"

"Going to what, Moony? Didn't quite hear you."

"Sirius, I mean it! I'll…lick your hand or something!"

"Please do." Sirius stopped tickling him in an effort to don his trademark smirk, but halted abruptly, far closer to Moony than he really should've been in that moment. Remus stared at him for a long moment before knocking him off with a firm kick to the abdomen and standing.

The mood had suddenly changed, somehow. Remus swung back his curtains and climbed into bed, mumbling some form of goodnight before closing them around him.

Sirius just sort of stayed where he was, not quite sure what had just happened.

Also, he really needed to work on his evil laugh if he expected to be taken seriously. 'Insert maniacal laughter here' wasn't all that threatening.

A/N: A little longer than usual, eh? Hope that didn't detract from the chapter. Please review if you feel like it, I love feedback.
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