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Saving Remus Lupin	By : AngelUpSideDownCake Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 1503 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6
The Disapparition

Early morning sunlight drifted in lazily from the window. Remus could see the dust motes floating in the ray and had sat watching them for some time now. Though he had woken up a while ago, he had refused to budge from his seat on the couch. He and Sirius must have been more tired than he realized, because they had fallen asleep on the couch and now the dark haired man was leaning heavily against him, soft, deep breaths escaping him, making the wisps of hair that fell in front of his face dance.
Remus thought that he should just move away slowly and make his way to the bathroom -- he had to go very badly and felt like he could use another shower -- but there was something about seeing Sirius so at peace that kept him there. When the was awake, Sirius seemed to have a nearly perpetual smirk, which Remus felt wasn’t always there for the fun of it. Asleep, however, his face fell into a natural position, the very slight upturn of his lips being the only remnant of his smirk. The stubble on his face was coming in quite thick now, as Remus suspected his own may be, and was on the verge of delving into bearded territory.
Despite his best intentions, Remus couldn’t wait any longer, his bladder informing him of some pressing matters at hand. He attempted to maneuver his way out from underneath Sirius, but as he moved, he felt an arm grab at him weakly and a small groan escape from his friend. What should have sounded innocent, whiny even, to Remus sent a shiver down his spine and an electric current straight to his groin. Now this is going to be a problem, he thought to himself.
“Sirius,” Remus whispered, trying to rouse the man gently and without drawing any attention to what could very easily become a readily apparent problem.
“Nnggh... S’too early... five more minutes.” Sirius buried his face deeper into Remus’ shoulder.
“Sirius, let me go. I need to go to the bathroom.” Sirius’ arm gripped him tighter.
“Mmm stay.”
“No, Sirius, I really have to go.” Dark hair parted to the side and one half-closed gray eye squinted up at Remus, then cleared with recognition at what he was doing.
“Sorry,” Sirius grumbled as he let Remus go without further protest.
“It’s fine,” Remus assured as he stood up, stretching and cracking his joints as he did so. He was incredibly sore. A night on the sofa would do that to a fellow, he supposed. He made his way to the bathroom as quickly as he could.
After Remus relieved himself he stood in front of the mirror looking at his reflection. There were still dark circles beneath his eyes, and the golden-brown stubble that dotted his face made him look more ragged than he should have. He’d have to clean up. After being back for a day it was time to check in with the Auror Department at the Ministry and he couldn’t go in looking homeless and crazed. Remus pulled his wand out of his pocket and pointed it toward the shower, whispering a couple of words. Water immediately began to spout out and a warm steam already began filling the small room. He removed his clothes and took the two steps necessary to cross the bathroom and stepped into the hot shower. A hiss immediately escaped his lips as the water beat against the cuts still crossing his body. Remus made a mental note to ask Molly for a potion that might heal them. He hated the idea of going to St. Mungo’s Hospital and she was the most skilled person among his friends when it came to brewing potions.
The sting of his wounds faded as Remus’ body acclimated to the hot water. Unlike the day before, he felt relatively okay. Despite having gone through three days of torture, he knew he’d survived. He had survived and had pizza with Sirius and butterbeer with James, and, somehow, just knowing that good things existed, that pleasant moments could still be had, was enough to quell some of the anxiety Remus had been enduring.
Reaching for the shampoo, his mind began to drift to how Sirius had looked that morning when he’d first woken up. Remus had stirred just as dawn was approaching and found that he and Sirius had been leaning against one another. As he sat up a bit, Sirius’ head had dropped to his shoulder and he’d found that he just couldn’t move him. He had looked so peaceful and beautiful. Remus’ heart quickened a pace at the realization that he did, indeed, find Sirius to be not just attractive, but beautiful. Unbidden, the memory of Sirius’ groan came back to the forefront of Remus’ mind and he was suddenly reminded that he found him attractive in a more primal sense as well.
After rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, Remus grabbed the bar of soap and lathered it up, a woodsy scent filled the shower. His hand slid over his chest and the bubbles drifted down his abs, coming to a stop where his hair began just above his groin. The thought of Sirius moaning had elicited a response beneath the dark, curled hair between Remus’ legs, and he felt compelled to appease it. He grasped himself with a hand slick with soap, thinking of what Sirius would sound like if that groan had made way to a moan. If he’d been making that sound, not in protest, but in want of Remus.
Little electric currents ran through the muscles of Remus’ lower abdomen as they tightened and relaxed repeatedly, his breath quickening in time with those jolts as his thoughts drifted to Sirius -- the real Sirius -- in the living room. Did he suspect what Remus might be doing? Would he be offended? Somehow, Remus didn’t think the dark-haired wizard would mind. In fact, he thought that Sirius might be inclined to join him. Perhaps he’d just hoped that he would? The thought of Sirius walking into the bedroom, seeing Remus in the shower with half-lidded eyes and a hand on his cock, somehow that just turned Remus on more. He almost wanted to be discovered, to maybe entice Sirius into joining him. How nice would it be to forget about everything and just shag right there in the shower?
The thought of Sirius joining him, thrusting into him from behind, was all it took to send Remus into a shuddering finish. As the evidence of his fantasy washed down the drain, Remus’ guilt set in. Sure, he felt there may be some signs of interest coming from Sirius, and a little fantasizing didn’t harm anybody, but what kind of person did it make him that just yesterday he’d officially broken things off with Dora and today he was having a passionate solo session in the shower, thinking about another man? Remus shook his head, deciding he didn’t like to think about it. Whatever happened, it didn’t do to dwell. Life was precious, fleeting, and -- especially in these times -- could be taken away at any moment.
Finishing his preparation for the day took little time after that. Remus shaved, then dressed as he thought of the meeting he was going to have with Kingsley Shacklebolt as soon as he could get in to the Ministry. Kingsley was his direct supervisor in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry, despite being quite young, only two years older than Remus. The work ethic that man showed outdid anything Remus had ever seen -- even his own work ethic, which he considered quite strong, especially given how difficult it was to obtain and keep a job given his condition.
Kinglsey had been the one to speak up on Remus’ behalf before he’d been officially hired on by the Ministry. He’d contended that Remus would be an invaluable asset to his team and requested his assignment. Kingsley led the team responsible for tracking down violent werewolves, like the one who had turned Remus -- Fenrir Greyback. Remus felt a deep loyalty to Kingsley for supporting him and providing him with the opportunity to not only work as an Auror, but to do the work he’d become an Auror to do: stop the vicious and wayward werewolves that made life so difficult for those which were only trying to live in peace.
Unfortunately, Remus had missed this most recent full moon and the days leading up to it -- a crucial time for his team. Today, he would meet with Kinglsey and provide his statement (which would then be taken over to Gawain Robards, who would undoubtedly turn the information over to Frank Longbottom, who was leading the team of Aurors assigned to locating Death Eaters). Once he’d given his report, he would ask when he could return to work. Kingsley, despite having a healthy work ethic, was also keen on ensuring that his aurors were in peak condition at all times, which meant that he could be a stickler when it came to returning to work from an injury or an illness. Remus remembered the first time he’d come back from a full moon and how Kingsley had insisted he take the next two day off, despite Remus’ protests.
“Oy, Remus!” Sirius’ voice shouted from the other side of the closed door, a surprisingly welcome interruption. “You almost done in there, mate? You’ve only got one bathroom you know.” Remus felt his face flush slightly with embarrassment. Did Sirius suspect what he’d done earlier? He ran a towel over his face, wiping off the last of the lather from his shaving cream before answering.
“Come on in, Sirius. The door is open.” The door cracked open and Sirius stepped into the room. He looked as though he was about to say something when his eyes fell on Remus, then slipped from Remus’ face to his chest, then down a little further still. Sirius caught himself quickly and looked away, even as Remus himself became embarrassed and self-conscious, not necessarily of the fact that he was half-naked with only a towel on, but because of the still-healing cuts that he was sure Sirius couldn’t help but notice.
“I, err, I need to use the bathroom,” Sirius mumbled, still looking away.
“Yeah, I’m finished anyway.” Remus slid past Sirius to get out the bathroom door, unable to suppress the shiver that pushed its way down his spine at the close proximity of his naked torso to the star of his personal fantasy. He closed the door behind him softly then rushed about the room to gather his clothes (a simple pair of gray slacks and a white button-down shirt).
No sooner had Remus finished buttoning the shirt than Sirius opened the bathroom door. When his eyes met Remus’ he seemed relieved, which, somehow, hurt his feelings. He wanted the other man to not be able to contain his desire to see him, not be relieved once he was clothed.
“Sirius, I’m going to pay a visit to the Ministry. I can’t take you with me, so just, er, stay here I guess. There’s some books on the shelf in the bedroom, and there’s a record player in the lounge, and tea in the cupboard. I’ll try not to be too long.” Sirius seemed like he was about to say something, but Remus cut him off when he saw the concern in Sirius’ eyes. “Don’t worry! I promise not to rat you out or anything. My team lead is actually a member of The Order. He’ll understand. I can see if they’ll let you in, if you’d like. I think you’d be a great help to the cause.” Sirius considered this a moment, but only just.
“Yes. I’d like to help.”
“Brilliant!” Remus was already rushing away from Sirius, grabbing his cloak and preparing to leave. Seeing the look in Sirius’ eyes had a real effect on him. He’d thought Sirius would return his feelings, but maybe he’d been wrong. He felt anxious there with the other man and wanted to focus on something else.
“How long will you be gone?” Remus looked back into the gray eyes of his companion as he stepped out of the bedroom towards the fireplace.
“An hour, or maybe two, tops.” Sirius nodded his head, keeping pace just behind Remus.
“Will you bring some food back with you? You haven’t anything here and I don’t have any muggle money.” Remus was already cutting the other man off, nodding his head vigorously.
“Yes, yes, I will.” He reached for the floo powder with one hand as he cast a spell to enlarge the fireplace with the other.
“Can it be pizza?” The request took Remus aback. It was so innocent sounding. He nodded his head again.
“Yes, of course. I’ll bring some back. I’ll only be gone a bit.” Remus stepped into the fireplace then turned toward Sirius. “I’ll be back soon,” he reassured the other man as he threw down the floo powder and announced his destination. As he was leaving, he saw Sirius was trying to same something. Whatever it was, the sound was lost as Remus felt himself zoom away.
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Sirius stood, open-mouthed, as the last brief burst of warmth left the flat, Remus having floo’d off to the Ministry and the unanswered question was still on his lips. With a sigh he turned back to the lounge, hands on his hips, and wondered what he was going to do for the next couple of hours while Remus was away and what he’d meant by record player. The wizard’s sudden disappearance had left Sirius with the distinct impression that he’d upset him somehow, though, for the life of him, he could not figure out what he had done to hurt the other man so.
Thinking back to the events of that morning he wondered if he’d said something in his sleep, or maybe it was his morning breath? Neither option seemed likely. In fact, he’d spoken very little to Remus and he’d never been know to talk in his sleep. Remus’ peculiar behave seemed to occur immediately after he’d left the bathroom.
A flush crept up Sirius’ neck as he realized what must have happened: Remus undoubtedly saw Sirius checking him out! Well, it wasn’t like he could help himself, what with Remus standing there very nearly naked, and, besides, Sirius had tried to look away and be modest hadn’t he? There was nothing to do about it at the moment, he decided. When Remus came back he’d see if things had gone back to normal, and, if they hadn’t, he’d address it then.
Without Remus filling the flat, silence and emptiness took hold, creeping across the floor and the furnishings like a thick fog that threatened to hold Sirius down into an anxiety-ridden mass as he stood alone in the lounge, staring at nothing in particular. Sirius shook his head and turned toward the kitchen, intent on making tea and finding the book shelf Remus had mentioned.
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Kingsley Shacklebolt had his arms crossed and was boring holes into Remus’ skull, just above his eyes. Two little burning holes, the size of cigarette butts. Remus’ fingers itched to rub at the spots, but he held himself together, staring right back at Kingsley.
“The answer is no, Remus.”
“Honestly, I’m fine!” The dark skinned man closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I disagree, Remus. You need to take some time off. You’ve been through a great ordeal and I want to make sure you are fully recovered before we put you back in action.” After giving his report to Kingsley, he’d been told to take time off from work and to not return until the following Monday. Worse, Sirius would be on desk duty.
“I’m fine, I swear it! Merlin, we’re short on Aurors already, just bring me back on.” Kingsley nodded.
“We are, but I don’t want to risk anything bringing you back on. Besides, you know as well as I that the Greyback’s pack has begun making deals with the Death Eaters. If they find out you’re wanted by them it could jeopardize your position. We need to wait to make sure that they don’t suspect you and give some time between the incidents.”
“They don’t know me as Remus, surely they won’t suspect.” The protests fell on deaf ears and Kingsley gave Remus a look that clearly stated the matter was closed and no further discussion would be had.
“You will take the rest of the week off,” the team lead reiterated, “then you will return to work in-office until it is determined that you can return to the field.” Remus clenched his jaw so tight it hurt, but nodded his head, recognizing a lost cause when it presented itself. “Thank you, Remus.” Kingsley sounded relieved and made as though to open the door to his office.
“Wait,” Remus reached out a hand as if to stop the Auror, but it wasn’t necessary. “I have another matter I want to discuss in private.” Kingsley said nothing, but understood the request clearly, casting an wordless silencing charm over them.
“Is this about the Order?” Kingsley looked uneasy, as he often did when he was reminded of the Order of the Phoenix. While the organization was meant for good, it was not exactly sanctioned my the Ministry and operated in secret. It didn’t quite cope well with Kingsley’s work ethics, though he stood strong for its cause.
“Yes, it is. I wasn’t entirely forthcoming in my official report regarding what happened during my abduction.”
“What do you mean?” Misrepresenting official documentation was high on Kingsley’s not-to-do list, and would require a very good reason from Remus.
“I had help from a Death Eater -- Sirius Black.” A deep frown set into Kingsley’s dark face, but he did not interrupt Remus. “He’s defected from the Death Eaters. When I made my escape, he followed after me to deter the others from following. He also fed me and gave me potions to keep my strength up. I might have made it without his help, but there’s a very good chance I might not have. He,” Remus hesitated on his next words, “he kept Moony occupied. Even though I was not constrained, he kept me from hurting others.” Remus could think of nothing worse than hurting an innocent while turned. It was his driving force that made him want to work as an Auror. “I think he could be useful to the Order.”
“I do not agree with your decision, Remus. How do we know that he is not a spy for Vol--”
“Don’t say it!” Kingsley’s face pinched and he looked like he wanted to rub his face in exasperation, even as he began again.
“As I was saying, how do we know that he is not a spy for You-Know-Who?” Remus pondered this himself. Logically, he supposed Sirius could be a spy, but, somehow, he just knew that he wasn’t. He shrugged helplessly.
“I don’t have any evidence, really, other than the fact that I’m here and the Death Eaters don’t have me any longer. He’s the one that gave me the tip about the Trace.”
“And we have nothing to confirm that such a Trace even exists! We may all be walking around avoiding his name looking like fools for the amusement of some Death Eater.” Remus shook his head.
“I assure you he is sincere.” Kingsley stood, staring at Remus, arms crossed over his body. Remus practically glared back.
“You should report him. He was working with those Death Eaters, he helped to capture you.”
“No,” Remus returned, “he saved me. He made sure it was always himself and not another who was with me alone. I would have been much, much worse off if not for him. I’m positive.”
“I don’t trust him.”
“I trust him.” Kingsley considered him for a while before responding.
“I do not think Sirius Black should join the Order. However, that decision is ultimately up to Dumbledore. Bring it up at the next meeting. In the mean time, I will respect you and not report him.” Remus breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank you, Kingsley.”
“Don’t thank me. I might be making the wrong choice. Let’s just hope that he really is sincere.”
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“I’m bored,” Sirius announced aloud to nobody. He was still alone in the flat and had run out of things to occupy his time. Already, he had made tea, taken a shower and managed a spell to shave his face (though he still preferred his razor, which he’d left behind, as it wasn’t his best spell and there was a spot or two that were missed), rummaged through the books (they were all incredibly boring and educational), and made tea again. Now, he was sprawled out across Remus’ sofa, staring at the ceiling, a cold cup of tea on the coffee table.
Lazily, the tall man slid his eyes from the ceiling toward the window and noticed for the first time a peculiar box laid out to its left. He’d never seen such a box before and wondered if this was the ‘record player’ that Remus had mentioned as a means of entertainment whilst he was away. Three steps was all it took for Sirius to be in front of the box, staring at it inquisitively. It sat on a table, under which he now saw a box filled with large square pieces of cardboard with pictures on the front. Like much of the things in Remus’ house, this looked to be a muggle artifact, as the pictures did not move. Silver dials lined the front of the box, there was a black disk in the middle of it, on the top of the box there was a black switch, and behind it there was a dark, transparent piece that looked like it might shut over the whole thing like a lid.
Sirius’ curiosity was piqued. First, he tried to turn the dials, but nothing happened. Then, he flipped the switch and the black disk settled into the middle of the box and a silver metal piece with a needle in it lifted over and onto the disk, which then started to turn. Ok, thought Sirius, At least something is happening. However, Sirius had no idea what it was supposed to be doing. He couldn’t imagine that sitting and watching a spinning black disk was all that fun. Trying one of the knobs on the front of the device again, something amazing happened. As he turned the knob, sound started to fill the flat. It was strange at first; music like none he’d never heard before.
Fast-paced music spilled forth from rectangular boxes on either side of what Sirius was certain must be, in fact, the record player. A man’s voice streamed through, gruff and energizing. Sirius’ heart was pounding in an exhilarating way and he wanted to move but wasn’t sure what to do with his body. He tried to focus in on the words, but they were fast and somewhat jumbled, in places the music overcame the lyrics, while in others the words were easily picked out and understood.
Outside the window a great rumble came from the street below and Sirius was taken out of his reverie to see a muggle on the back of a two-wheeled vehicle, a smaller version of the cars that he’d seen them typically drive. It was loud, and powerful, and he felt it had the same great feeling the music did. Sirius thought he’d heard of those two-wheeled devices before, though he’d never seen one in person. The term ‘motor bike’ came to mind. With a roar, the muggle drove off on the motor bike, a cloud of exhaust behind him. Sirius thought this must be the muggle’s version of a broom stick, and he found himself desiring one, one that he could ride in the street like the muggles and in the air like a broom.
“I see you figured out how to work the record player.” Sirius spun around fast, not having heard someone enter the flat, his wand already in hand. His eyes met Remus’ woodsy brown graze and he breathed out a sigh of relief.
“Oh, man, you scared me there. I don’t know who I thought you’d be, but I didn’t hear you come in.” Remus had a smirk on his face and held a wide, flat box in one hand while he reached out to the record player with the other and turned a knob. The music quieted significantly.
“I’m not surprised, you’ve got this turned up so loud I can hear it on the first floor.”
“Yes, well I didn’t know how to work it. You know if someone had taken the time to show me how then it wouldn’t have been so loud.” Remus nodded.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that.” The brown-haired wizard turned toward Sirius and opened up the box so he could see what was inside. “Want some pizza?”
“Yes! I’ve been starved while you were gone!” Sirius delved into the pizza, gushing at the warm and cheesy flavor, savoring the sauce and pepperoni. “Merlin,” he announced around a mouthful, “muggles ha’ i’ so mu’ bet’er than I though’!” Somehow, he managed to keep all of the food in his mouth and Remus couldn’t help but laugh at him as he walked across the lounge to the sofa, the box in one hand and a slice of his own in the other. Sirius followed his lead and collapsed into the sofa next to him as he finished off his first piece.
“I delivered my report on what happened at Malfoy Manor. My testimony isn’t enough to put anybody away for sure, but it is enough to bring them in for questioning.” Sirius nodded his head, a little nervous about what that meant for him. Would he have to go into the Ministry for questioning? Yeah, he’d defected, but that didn’t mean he was entirely innocent. A shudder went down his spine as he thought of the muggles and “blood traitors” he’d spied on for the Death Eaters. He’d not delivered any direct blows, but he felt the guilt weigh on him heavily. He may as well have. Suddenly, he wasn’t very hungry anymore. Remus seemed to see where Sirius’ line of thought was going and he nudged the man with his elbow.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I left you out of the report.” This should have relieved Sirius, but he really didn’t feel any better. “I did tell my boss, Kingsley, about you though. He’s in the Order with me. He doesn’t think we should bring you in.” Remus’ eyes met Sirius’. “He doesn’t trust you.” Sirius nodded.
“Well, that only makes sense.”
“I don’t think so. You helped me escape, you told us about the Trace -- I don’t care what he thinks.” Remus’ gaze still held Sirius’, driving his next point home. “I trust you, Sirius.”
The moment felt almost too intimate to Sirius. Despite his earlier misgivings that he’d somehow offended Remus, in that moment things felt right. His eyes darted from Remus’ eyes to his lips, and he found himself wanting to taste them, to experience what it would be like to really kiss him. He leaned forward and it felt to him that perhaps Remus was leaning forward as well, and they were only centimeters from each other.
“I guess,” came his response, his voice huskier than usual, “I’ll just have to convince them that I’m worth trusting.” The distance between them was closing, their breath mingled, a strange but not unpleasant mixture of pizza and desire.
POP!
Sirius and Remus nearly jumped from each other as they turned behind them. Disheveled and frantic, James stood their, his hair even more in disarray than usual.
“James, what are you --”
“Death Eaters have found Dora, we have got to go now!” Sirius felt the color drain from his face as he watched Remus’ face become ashen. Without a word, then stood up, Remus going around and Sirius jumping over the back of the sofa. They grasped James’ outstretched arms, and then there was a wrenching feeling behind Sirius’ navel as they disapparated to Merlin-knows-where, squeezed on all sides by the space between apparations and their anxiety.
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