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7:30 AM, September 2nd, 1996
Dolores Umbridge absolutely loved Mondays.
She walked with a purpose through the entrance to Hogwarts, accompanied by her contingent of Aurors. Her heels clicked against the stone in the antechamber as she made her way to the great hall. Her pink-tinged lips spread into a wide smile as she felt the hall slowly quiet down when they noticed the thirteen Ministry officials disturbing their breakfast.
Her hair was perfectly coiffed. Her pencil skirt was pressed and tapered down to show her wide calves and she had picked her favorite pink cardigan.
Although her arrival to Hogwarts left much to be desired, she wasn’t going to let that deter her from the joy she felt today. They had been greeted at the Hogsmeade platform by that oaf half-giant who had ushered them into carriages pulled by those disgusting creatures. Then that squib had ushered them through the main entrance. Dumbledore seemed to employ the worst sort. She had attempted to remedy that the year before, but it was no matter. She was confident that, soon, change would finally be coming to Hogwarts.
Her grin mellowed as she focused on the first order of business.
“Pius. Percy. Let’s greet the Headmaster.”
Hermione watched as Umbridge walked through the center of the hall to the teacher’s table. The Headmaster had already risen to meet her, and Hermione was pleased to see that his face was stern. She spotted a head of pink hair among the Aurors. Umbridge addressed the Headmaster and Dumbledore simply nodded to Percy Weasley.
She glanced over at Ron, wondering how he felt about seeing his brother and learned everything she needed to know as he stared red-faced down at his plate as he stabbed his food with a fork. She squeezed his thigh under the table to give him her silent support.
Percy Weasley’s voice broke through the silence of the hall permeating every corner.
“By Ministry Decree, Under-Secretary to the Minister of Magic, Dolores Umbridge, will proceed to enact the Muggleborn Registration Act. Any of-age muggleborn students will rise and report immediately. All underage students will report to their Head of House and register before the last day of September. All non-conformance to this newly enacted law will be met with swift action from our Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”
Three students stood slowly across the hall. Hermione looked on guiltily as the seventh year muggleborns nervously made their way to the front of the hall. She wasn’t sure whether to count them lucky that they were all male. She grimaced at the thought that they would have no choice but to submit to the trace before the month’s end.
The professors dismissed everyone to their first classes of the day as Professor Dumbledore led the muggleborns and the ministry officials from the great hall.
“Come on,” Harry swung his leg from the bench across from her and gathered his bag. Hermione nudged Ron and they soon followed him from the hall. They didn’t say a word to each other as they made their way to their first class. It was a hollow feeling, knowing that she had just sat there and watched. Her two best friends wore similar looks of guilt.
They all felt it. Complicit.
Sirius poked his head into the small study for the fourth time that day.
“Have you heard anything yet?”
Kingsley dropped one of the parchments he had been looking over and rubbed his eyes. With a sigh, “No. Sirius. I doubt we will hear anything until Tonks can report tonight.” He looked up from the desk and gave Sirius a stern glare. “Sit down.”
Sirius entered the study and took a seat across from the desk and sat. Kingsley’s tone and the position at the desk gave him pause. The familiarity reminded him, not too fondly, of past lectures he had received in the very same room from his father.
Kingsley tipped back in his chair and took a relaxed position as he rested his foot across his knee. “I understand that you are worried about Hermione.” He continued over what Sirius was about to say, “She’s safe.”
Sirius dipped his head in a nod, “For now.” His chest had been tight since he had allowed her to walk out of the house the day before. He knew for the time being that she would be fine. Not being able to be physically near her and have visual confirmation that she was safe left him anxious. The bloody werewolf that was currently restless and pacing in the library added to his dilemma. There were no words of assurance that he could give Remus.
“I have other concerns than just Hermione, Sirius,” he slid the parchment across the desk towards him. He picked it up tentatively as his eyes roamed down the long list of known muggleborns across the country. “I’m going to need your help when it comes time to move them. Their homes will be compromised as soon as the Ministry finishes registering all of them.”
His eyes darted to the map laid out on the desk that marked their current sanctuaries and possible locations for more. His mind immediately went to Hermione’s parents. “Her parents will need more protection as well.” Their names had not been on Kingsley’s list. “You know you can count on me and Remus, Kings. But Hermione and Harry are our priority.” He handed the list back, “I checked the wards on their home yesterday. They’ll need something more. What protections do you have planned for the sanctuaries?”
He watched as Kingsley added Helen and Thomas Granger to his list. “We can’t use the Fidelius Charm on all the locations. We don’t have enough secret keepers for that. The Weasleys already have three separate locations that will need protection if the Ministry falls. Tonks will be secret keeper for her parents. Ted was first in line for the registry. She will be able to continue as an Auror for now. They’ll keep a close eye on her from here on out because of it. They’ll go into hiding before the end of the month.”
“So soon?” It was concerning, to say the least. Andromeda and Ted were not the types put their heads in the sand.
“We don’t expect Voldemort to make a move until they’ve at least given the registry time to do what it’s meant to do. Albus doesn’t believe he will want to move openly until he has control over the Ministry and Hogwarts.”
“He can’t,” Remus said as he appeared in the doorway. His voice was not nearly as confident as it should have been. “Not while Albus is still Headmaster.”
Kingsley nodded, “They’ll try to have him sacked. But we all know that it will not be enough for Albus to abandon the school. Alastor is preparing for a siege.”
“Shit,” Sirius swore. Everything started to settle as a heavy weight on his shoulders. It was all starting to feel like it did before. Everyone in hiding. Time was repeating itself and he knew what came next. People would start to go missing. Death Eaters would start fighting in the open. The front lines of the war were closing in on them.
Remus leaned into the doorway. “Sirius can be a secret keeper for someone. We can get Hermione’s parents out of the country and lay the same wards as the other sanctuaries.”
“And you?” Kingsley asked Remus.
“No, we can’t remove the Fidelius Charm from them.”
Kingsley looked at him in distaste, “Even if we hide Harry somewhere else?”
Sirius hated it. They didn’t deserve it. The Dursleys were the worst sort of muggles. “Albus and Remus agreed that as long as they accepted Harry into their home the charm would hold. Remus won’t be able to be a secret keeper for anyone else until Harry turns 17 next summer.”
Remus steered the conversation back to Hermione, “What wards will we be using for the sanctuaries? They’ll have to be strong. Once we have her parents placed, no one is going to be able to renew them.”
Sirius watched Kingsley’s mouth form a firm line as he pursed his lips.
“Look,” Sirius said to the agitated wizard, “I understand that you need to worry about everyone. You can count on us to help with that. But neither of us are going to be any good to you if we are worried about others.”
Kingsley tapped the desk before he answered, “ Cave inimicum , Protego totalum , Salvio hexia, Fianto Duri . That’s it. The location will need to be small.”
Remus nodded. His questions were clipped and to the point, “And for the ones that can re-cast charms?”
“Alastor, Bill, and I will teach them to cast Protego Maxima and Repello Inimicum . If anyone is powerful enough to cast Protego horribilis we will probably put them in a hub sanctuary, but I doubt we will find anyone.”
“Method of movement?”
“Are you asking because you genuinely want to help or are you planning for the Grangers’ safety?”
“Both. Method of movement?”
Kingsley stood from his seat and spread one of the rolled parchments and added weight to both ends to hold it flat. “We won’t be able to help those that run before they register with the ministry. I have local contacts that I’ve alerted, here and here,” he pointed at another map. Sirius and Remus both moved to get a closer look. The parchment was too white, the lines too fine and straight, the colors too brilliant. The map was clearly muggle. “If they leave the country, this will be the most likely area they will go. Safe passage through these ports is all the help we can offer.”
“Who are your contacts?” Sirius asked this time, curious.
Kingsley’s dark brows rose as he looked at Sirius, “You think I’m going to share that? Do you know how long it’s taken me to cultivate these relationships? They trust me to keep them hidden. If anything happens to me, Bill knows the network as well as I do.”
Sirius brushed off his words as he studied the map further, “It was just a question, Kings. I understand.” He pointed down where he knew there would be an airport. “What about here?”
“No. The Ministry has DMLE stationed there 24-7. It’s already one of the largest ports of entry for the country. If we move them out of the country through muggle means it must be by train. Much less security to circumvent. They can get a safer flight once they are somewhere else. We can go over the rest when Alastor and Tonks are here tonight. They’ve put together our internal network of travel. The muggle was mine and Bill’s.”
Sirius nodded. “I want to have her parents placed before the nineteenth. I need to be back before then.”
“If we can get you out of the country, you’ll be able to take a portkey. It shouldn’t take more than a couple of days.”
11:30 PM, September 11th, 1996
Sirius crawled into bed, mentally exhausted. Kingsley was hiding from Death Eaters while single-handedly coordinating the movement and extraction of muggleborns and their families. The last two weeks had been the most taxing he could remember in a long while. The Order had managed to contact most of the muggle families that would be easily moved from the country while their children were still in school. That was the hardest part of everything thus far. Convincing loving parents to leave without their children.
“Bunch over,” Sirius mumbled to Remus. He already looked haggard from the approaching full moon the next night. It was the only reason why they had been released from assisting with the families for the next few days.
He felt Remus shift a bit further on the bed while he snagged a pillow and punched it a couple of times into shape. He rested his head and opened one eye to see Remus looking at him.
“What?” He closed his eyes but could still feel the hard stare.
“You’re really good with the parents.”
“That’s because I’m charming,” Sirius yawned. “You could try it sometime.”
He heard a deep laugh from the werewolf beside him. “How you can manage to be full of yourself and humble all at the same time, I’ll never know.”
“I guess this means you’re not letting me go to sleep?” He opened his eyes and gave out one more yawn before he propped his head up while resting on his elbow. Remus looked more tired than Sirius felt. His sandy hair curled in every direction instead of his normal combed part. He had nearly two weeks of growth on his face, which wasn’t saying much as Remus could have a fuller beard than most men after a few days of not shaving.
“It was more than just charm, Sirius.”
He knew his own face probably didn’t look much better. Lack of sleep and constant worry had taken its toll. Sirius gave him a noncommittal shrug. “They’re worried about their children. They just needed someone to say out loud their biggest fears and help them work through it rationally.”
“You mean, they needed someone that could show them empathy.”
Sirius grinned and shrugged again, “If you say so.”
Remus leaned in and captured his lips, pressing firmly against them. His hand slid against Sirius’s stubbled jaw. His voice was low against his lips, “Take the compliment.”
Sirius only responded by pressing his lips more insistently to Remus. His body and mind forgetting his exhaustion as he molded himself against Remus’s long frame. The planes of their chests moved against each other with their deeper breathing. Sirius parted his lips as he felt Remus’ tongue slide into his mouth. Their legs intertwined almost of their own accord and their growing erections pressed against one another.
“I’ll take anything from you,” Sirius rumbled. The feeling of closeness brought a deep sigh from his chest. “Silencing charm?” he asked as his hand started to pull at Remus’s clothing.
“Don’t bother. Kingsley probably has his own up right now.” Hands stilled on Remus’s zipper and he looked up, questioning.
“Tonks,” was the only explanation he received.
Sirius laughed as he pushed down Remus’s trousers with practiced movements. “That doesn’t bother you?” It felt wonderful to be lovers with someone he could say anything to. Ask anything. It was true that he’d had an incredibly close relationship with James, but he could have never loved James the way that he loved Remus. He never would have known the deeper feeling of friendship that he could experience with a lover if it weren’t for Remus.
Remus shook his head as he helped Sirius remove his own jeans and pants. His words were mumbled as he kissed Sirius's collarbone and chest, “The wolf likes her. But I still have you. Kings will be good for her.” Sirius gasped as he felt Remus wrap his hand around his growing flesh.
“And Hermione,” Sirius added as his hip flexed into Remus’s hands and brought his lips down for a hard kiss. Remus nodded into his neck and pressed his erection against his own.
Sirius groaned as he felt the slick mushroomed head of Remus’s cock pressed against his own and his hand worked slowly around their shafts. He pulled Remus closer and whispered in his ear, “I can’t wait to see you take her again. I want to watch you as you claim her as yours.” He kissed his neck tenderly, “I want to see you inside of her, Remus.”
Remus’s hand stilled and he pressed his forehead against Sirius’s. “I want you, tonight, Sirius.”
He pulled back slightly, “Are you sure?” The night before a full moon was usually a night for light touches and languid kissing. Sirius wasn’t surprised but he was hesitant. He was always mindful not to push Remus too far physically. Years of hard-earned experience had proved that it made transitions harder on him.
Remus gave a small tug to their cocks and nodded, “Yes. Don’t make me ask again. Please, Sirius.”
Sirius slowly pushed his body until he was laid on top of Remus. Their bare skin touched as the familiar grooves and dips of each other’s bodies settled together like two pieces of a puzzle. He looked down at the man below him and his heart felt like bursting. Remus’ eyes were the perfect shade of jade. His hand slid into sandy hair as he lowered himself into a searing kiss. Remus’s hair was coarser and thicker than his own. His chest felt like a drum was beating wildly.
It wasn’t as if they never changed things up. It just didn’t happen very often, now. They had tried almost everything together and tended to stick to what they most enjoyed.
He didn’t need to be inside Remus the same way that Remus needed to be inside of him. Moments like these, however, were heady with emotion that had nothing to do with the carnal pleasures they could give each other. Remus hated asking for anything. He hated to feel submissive in any way. The wolf in him protested too much, usually.
He raised himself and kissed his way down Remus’s chest to where he wanted most. He moved his hands slowly through the thick hair of his thighs as he brushed kisses along his hard cock. Remus let out a long sigh as he moved away and lifted his heavy balls before softly kissing the hidden skin. Remus sucked in a breath as he spread his thighs wider and Sirius settled to give him exactly what he needed.
Moving slowly he licked, kissed, and sucked at the spot between his sack and tight hole moving back and forth between both. He didn’t want to wake the ire of the werewolf that Remus constantly struggled to keep caged. There was a desperate need to overwhelm Remus with pleasure until he forgot the anxious feeling of ceding control to another.
Sirius reached over to the bedside table and pulled out their lube. He coated two digits heavily before he slid his hand between them pressed and against Remus’ hole. Sirius knew that this was not about submission. It was a show of how much the man below him loved and trusted him. He slid slowly inside, feeling the tight ring press against his fingers trying to bar his entry.
Remus let out a shuddering breath and nodded. Encouraged, Sirius moved his hand until he felt Remus relax. He pumped his fingers slowly. He licked his way along Remus’ long shaft until he could pass his lips faintly over his head. His tongue swirled around the hard ridge of the head and stopped as he kissed the underside.
He dipped his head and took all of Remus into his mouth as he felt two hands take a firm grip in his hair. His fingers moved into a deeper stroke, knowing he was eager for more.
Sirius had never liked giving up control to anyone in his life. It had been difficult for him in and out of the bedroom. He never thought he would ever be able to enjoy the pleasure of a man without being the one in control.
Remus was different though. It had always been different. The feeling of a stronger, larger man holding him down and taking pleasure from his body was a disconcerting thought with anyone but Remus. With him, it had been easy and without hesitation. He always felt secure and safe in his arms. He trusted this man with his life, and it took nothing from him to relinquish his control to him.
Remus panted and shifted his hips, beckoning Sirius’s fingers deeper. His hard length pulsed in his mouth. He was ready, he knew, but this was the part Sirius enjoyed the most. The moment right before. He was so familiar with the feeling of Remus’s heavier body pressing him into a mattress while he pressed his thick cock into his body. Watching Remus laid out before him, taken over by pleasure and waiting for him was still a wonder.
He pulled back as Remus let out a soft growl, “Sirius.”
Sirius obliged him by slowly removing his fingers and moving until he could press his cock to his opening. He pushed until he felt his head past the tight ring. Remus’s face twisted into a near grimace, but he nodded at Sirius anyway and pulled him down into a kiss.
Their arms tightened around each other as Sirius pushed all the way in and stilled. His cock was surrounded by tight and warm heat. He deepened their kiss as they waited for Remus to adjust to him. Sirius may not compare to Remus’s impressive size, but he was far from being a small man. It was an intrusion that Remus was not used to.
Unhurried, Sirius began to flex his hips as he moved to kiss Remus’s neck and shoulder. He trailed open mouth kisses as he felt Remus’s arse start to relax and his arms tighten. He felt his hand move down to his arse and squeezed, encouraging Sirius to take him harder.
He moved until he was on one of his elbows and could hold one of Remus’s legs to his waist. He looked down at Remus as he pulled out further and rolled his hips back into him. Everything in him wanted to go faster. To snap his hips at a sharper tempo.
He wanted this moment forever. Looking down into Remus’ green eyes and seeing his sweaty hair plastered to his forehead. His face open. He loved this man.
Once, in his fifth year, he had twisted himself sharply to miss a bludger during quidditch practice. Later when the medi-witch had pulled his arm and he felt his shoulder pop into place it had been a mixture of the worst pain and the best relief he had ever felt in his life. It was the only feeling he could ever compare to the first time he had uttered the word ‘love’ to his three closest friends.
Love. That was not a word he was used to saying. Not used to hearing. He could only remember a handful of times he had shared them with the people he had truly loved. It wasn’t easy for him so he was always adamant to show people how deeply he cared.
He continued to roll his hips into Remus until his entire body was shaking from the exertion.
“Remus,” he panted, “I need-”
Remus pushed him back and looked up at him searching his face and then nodded. Sirius pulled out slowly and not a moment later he was laying belly down as the weight of Remus flattened against his entire body.
He groaned as he felt slick fingers and then the head of his cock spread his arse cheeks. He could feel Remus take steady breaths with his chest flush along his back.
“Please,” Sirius begged, unashamed, as he felt Remus at his entrance.
“Shhh,” he whispered into his neck as he placed his lips to the crook of his neck and then started to press inside of him slowly. His lips moved behind his ear and kissed him again. The thick mushroomed head pushed past the tight ring of his arse as he whispered hoarsely, “I know what you need.”
Sirius’s thighs were spread wider as Remus pushed his thighs into each of his. In a sharp thrust, he was buried deep inside of him. He gasped at the sudden feeling and wasn’t given a moment to relish the initial entry as Remus started to rock into him relentlessly. His own hips and erection were forced into the mattress as he felt strong thighs and a thick cock press into him again and again.
His hands clutched at the pillows above his head and Remus huffed into the back of his neck. The hot air shot tingles down his spine.
“Fuck,” Sirius groaned turning his head, “You feel so fucking good, Remus.”
The only response he got was a grunt and sloppy kiss to his temple.
“Are you going to knot?” he asked as he reached back for Remus’s thigh and tightened his fingers into the corded muscles.
Remus nodded, cheek pressed against his cheek, “Do you want-”
“Don’t stop,” his voice was gruff and needy.
Remus didn’t always swell and knot. It was more likely to happen if he fucked a fertile woman or a woman that the wolf wanted to mate with. Sirius had only had the pleasure of experiencing it a few times and it had always been near a full moon.
He knew Remus was going to ask him if he wanted to turn over. To be more comfortable through the night as they were locked together. He didn’t have to ask if Sirius wanted it. He already knew. Sirius always wanted it.
Knowing what was coming had Sirius moaning into the mattress. Remus was going to knot inside of him and swell until he felt a painful stretch. The base of his engorged cock was going to press into all the perfect spots. He was afraid he was going to come just thinking about it.
“Harder,” Sirius begged desperately. He wanted to feel their hips slapping against each other before there would be no more room for movement.
Remus obliged him immediately, raising to his knees and bringing Sirius with him. Sirius pushed his hips back insistently, moving against Remus as fast and as hard as he could. He looked over his shoulder as he felt hands tighten painfully on his hips. Remus looked from where they were joined up to Sirius’s face. His hands loosened slightly on his hip before one of his hands slid to the small of his back. Sirius lost rhythm and Remus’s hand tightened again on his hip, telling him to stop.
Sirius watched his face as Remus smoothed his hand along his back until his hand grasped between his neck and shoulder and forced him to face forward. His thumb stroked lightly against the back of his neck. Asking.
Sirius grunted out a desperate, “Yes,” and raised himself into a tall kneel. Remus shifted with the jostled movements as Sirius rose and grasped the headboard. He felt two hands on each of his shoulders grip tightly.
Remus rocked his hips while also pulling Sirius towards him. Each movement was cohesive and well-practiced. All Sirius was capable of doing was holding onto the headboard. Sweat dripped down his brow. He moaned each time Remus pressed into his arse until the room was filled with a litany of his praises.
He felt the hand release his shoulder and before he could protest it was lightly wrapped around his cock. Remus’s movements slowed from the fast, brutal pace to a sure and steady one.
“Reeee-mus,” he panted as he felt his oversensitive flesh touched delicately. He could feel Remus’s large cock start to swell at the base. It stretched and pressed inside of him perfectly. He groaned deep in his throat as he felt the pleasure roll like a wave over his entire body that was heightened as Remus slowed both his thrust and his strokes. The knot was so engorged that he could no longer rock himself over his cock. The wave raised so high he wasn’t sure if it would come down as the pressure of the knot and the light even strokes carried his orgasm to a new height. Suddenly his head spun and he clamped his eyes shut after wave after wave crashed over him. His cum shot out across the pillows as Remus pulled him until every last drop was spent and all that was left of him was trembling mess.
Remus’s cock continued to pulse and release into Sirius’s arse. Once Sirius had a semblance of strength they moved to lay on their sides and get comfortable for the night. It could be hours before Remus’s erection subsided. He pulled Remus’s arms to wrap around him tightly before he turned to accept his languid kisses.
Tomorrow would be the full moon and with that, they would weather the transformation together as Padfoot and Moony.
But for now, they were just Remus and Sirius. Two friends that had become something more. Calling them lovers wasn’t enough for what they shared.
He would never be Remus’s mate. Hermione would be that for him while he could not.
He would never be his husband. He would be that for Hermione while Remus could not.
They would always be something different.
It didn’t have a name. Not yet. But it was something real and lasting. Deeper than any friendship. Just as deep as any bond.
Sirius halted the kiss as he murmured into his lips, “I love you, Remus Lupin.” His soul felt light as he felt arms tighten around him.
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