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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 8
The Leaky Cauldron

Music still played in the background, but it seemed to have to struggle through a veil to reach Sirius’ ears. He was deafened to all around him, nearly all of his attention on the lips pressed firmly against his, on the feel of their chins rubbing against each other, the muscles of Remus’ back beneath his palms. Thoughts came, unbidden. Would they keep going? How far would they go? Did he want to go that far? The hard cock struggling against the fly of his pants certainly wanted to.
“Remus,” he whispered throatily against the wizard’s lips. They parted only enough for him to look into the woodsy brown-green eyes of his affection.
“Yes?”
“We should,” Sirius swallowed. “We should take this slow.” His cock jerked angrily, not happy with the decision. Remus looked like he was about to protest as well. “I want to do this right, give you time to decide if this is what you want.” They stood, holding each other in silence for a moment while Remus considered this before nodding his head.
“Alright then,” he said, and he sounded so dejected that Sirius couldn’t handle it. He pulled the brunette into a soft kiss, trying to convey without words that he just really wanted to do this right, wanted more than a cheap shag.
“Let me take you to dinner tomorrow,” Sirius requested. “It will be great.”
“Alright then,” Remus answered, this time with a smile and seeming genuinely pleased. “There’s an Order meeting tomorrow and I’m going to James’ for a bit. You can take me out after that, if you like.”
“I’d love to.” At that moment a rumbling sound could be heard on the street and grew louder as it grew nearer. Sirius turned toward the window, excitedly. “Remus, look!” The other wizard leaned toward the window and looked out into the street as well. The motorbike from earlier that day had returned and could just barely be seen in light from the street lamp, the sun having set already. “That,” Sirius said, sure of himself, “is a motorbike.”
“Yes,” Remus confirmed, the sound of amusement evident in his voice.
“I’d like to get one. I think if I tried I could get it to fly.” Remus snorted a little, clearly finding the situation humorous.
“Arthur works for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. I think he might have something to say against it. Then again,” his eyes flashed over to Sirius conspiratorially, “he’s very interested in, shall we say, improving muggle inventions. I’d give him an ask.” Sirius felt the excitement at the prospect bubble up within him. He’d definitely have to ask Arthur about it some time.
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Smoke tendrils curled into the air and threw off an acrid smell as Remus hissed as quietly as he could to himself, standing in the middle of his small bathroom, bottle of dittany in hand. Each patch of skin the liquid dropped onto seemed to stitch itself together, and, for the most part, the scarring was drastically minimized. For instance, the smallest and newest word that had been scratched into him - “filthy” - faded altogether, leaving no trace. Much to Remus’ dismay, however, “half-blood” and “blood-traitor”, two of the largest etchings and also the oldest were left as bright pink marks on his rib cage, still legible. A final hiss and wisp of smoke drifted from Remus’ back, where he had used the last of the dittany to reach a particularly nasty scar that he couldn’t quite read (and truthfully didn’t want to).
Remus trudged into his bedroom and laid down into the bed, alone. They’d transfigured the sofa into a bed for Sirius, deciding that since they were “taking things slow” they should sleep in separate beds. Remus had tried to transfigure the sofa first, and had managed to turn it into a decent cot. Sirius, however, loved to show off and was exceptionally skilled in transfiguration. He had managed to transfigure the sofa into a soft, twin-sized four-poster bed, complete with hanging curtains that matched the blue-and-white striped sofa cushions from before.
Now that they’d gone to bed, Remus could think of nothing other than Sirius. He seemed completely sincere in his desire to take things slow. If Remus decided to be honest with himself, he knew that it was the right decision. He’d only just broken things of with Dora, though the break had been a long time coming. He also hadn’t been with another man in years. Maybe Sirius was worried Remus would change his mind? Would he? Remus pondered this for a moment, then shook his head to rid the thought. No, he decided, he wouldn’t change his mind. He really liked Sirius, wanted to get to know him better. Well the, taking things slow shouldn’t be so bad. If he really liked Sirius and Sirius really liked him, the time wouldn’t matter. They’d get there eventually.
The moment from the bathroom earlier that morning drifted to the forefront of Remus’ mind. Sirius had seemed embarrassed, had avoided looking at his scarred torso. Was he disturbed by what he saw? Did he want to delay things between them so that Remus would have time to heal? When he saw the scars that were left would he be disgusted and want nothing to do with him? Remus shivered against the thought, not really cold, but feeling the need to anyway. Surely Sirius wouldn’t be that shallow?
Remus had a scar on his shoulder from when he’d been bitten by Fenrir Greyback all those years ago. It was faded, but still quite visible. He had several on his legs and arms -- scratches and bites from his transformations. Surely Sirius had seen them before? Remus tried to think back on the times his skin had been exposed to Sirius, but except for the woods, the times in Malfoy Manor’s dining room, and that morning in the bathroom, he’d been fairly well covered. The idea that his scars might bother Sirius gnawed at him incessantly, an iron ball wreaking havoc in his gut. He’d have to find a way to see if his scars really bothered Sirius or if it was something else.
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Smokey, sweet-smelling bacon is what Sirius woke up to. The smell wafted to him from between the slightly parted curtains of his temporary bed. There was a sizzling sound coming from the direction of the kitchen and the sound of a spatula scraping across a pan. Music was also playing softly from the record player. Now that Sirius knew what it was, he’d insisted they always play music the night before, and Remus had laughed and nodded his head, happy to let Sirius enjoy this facet of muggle life.
Pushing himself into a seated position, the small bed creaked underneath him. Remus’ hearing must be better than most, because despite the other noises in the flat, he was able to hear the springs creak.
“Sirius, are you awake?”
“Mm-hmm.” It was too early for words, even to respond to Remus. Sirius pulled back the curtain fully and let his feet touch the carpeted ground, stretching his arms over his head, relishing in the feeling of his back popping, eyes still closed.
“I’ve made breakfast. I’m not much of a cook, but it’s a sight better than nothing.” Sirius thought it smelled amazing. “Do you mind untransfiguring the sofa?” Remus didn’t have a proper dining room or dining room table, electing to eat his meals at the coffee table in the lounge. While this didn’t bother Sirius, it did mean he would have to do complex magic very early in the morning, which he did not enjoy doing. Despite this, he cracked his eyes open blearily and retrieved his wand from underneath the pillow. Slowly, he stood up, turned toward the bed, and cleared his throat. Then, with a clear voice, he enunciated the spell, complete with short, rigid movements from his wand. Instantly, the bed jumped into action, the mattress re-formed into the cushions, the bed posts retreated into the original frame of the sofa, the curtains tucked themselves over the seats, and Remus’ sofa was back to its original, not very impressive, glory.
“You’re really good at that.” Sirius turned towards Remus’ voice and promptly felt like he’d need to borrow the spatula Remus had been using to scrape his jaw from the floor. It’s not that he hadn’t seen Remus shirtless before, but, this somehow felt different. Maybe it was because Remus seemed to be almost flaunting it? Or, maybe, it was because Sirius had kissed Remus, and now knew that appreciating Remus’ body wouldn’t be unwelcome? Either way, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Remus was quite fit, but not overly built. He was slim and pale, but his muscles were defined with subtle lines that outlined each ab, his pectorals, his biceps, and muscles Sirius didn’t know the names to. The thin, light brown hair that graced Remus’ chest added to his masculine form and seemed to point down to where another, darker trail of hair led down into the band of the low-slung pajama pants he wore. Sirius cock was stiffening just from staring at Remus, who was holding two plates filled with eggs, toast, beans, and bacon, looking at him with an amused grin. He didn’t even stand a chance at hiding his erection when all he was wearing was his undershirt and boxers. Not one.
“Good morning,” Sirius greeted, his voice low and husky.
“Good morning to you, too. I hope you like scrambled, because I’m shite at cooking them fried.” Sirius really didn’t give a flying fuck how Remus cooked his eggs if he was serving them up like this and could only nod his head and whisper something about scrambled eggs being fine as he took his plate from Remus and shuffled to the other side of the sofa to sit down and quell his nerves, hoping either Remus miraculously didn’t notice his hard-on, or would pretend that he hadn’t. Remus must have been up for a while preparing breakfast. How had Sirius slept though all of it? Regardless, in addition to there being a full breakfast, there was also steaming tea laid out on the coffee table.
“When did you have the time to do all this?” Sirius asked. Remus snorted in amusement.
“You sleep like a rock. Has anyone told you that?” Sirius looked at him through the corner of his eye as he lifted a forkful of beans to his mouth and shrugged his shoulders. Remus rolled his eyes in turn. “I’ve been up for an hour or so. Went to the market really quick, came back and you were still asleep, so I cooked breakfast.”
“Thank you,” Sirius said around a bite of bacon. “It’s really good.” Remus smiled warmly in response.
“I’m glad you enjoy it.” The next few moments was filled with the sound of forks clinking against their plates and tea cups into saucers. Remus’ food was truly very good. Certainly it wasn’t gourmet or anything like that, but it was homey, filling, and delicious.
“You know,” Remus began when most of their food was gone. “I was really worried that my scars bothered you.” Sirius turned his eyes toward Remus. Why would he think that? He tried to think back to anything he might have said that would have caused Remus to think that, but he couldn’t think of a single moment.
“Why would you think that?” Remus shrugged, his face a little red, clearly embarrassed.
“Yesterday morning after my shower, you wouldn’t look at me. I just thought... well...” The the words drifted off and Sirius didn’t need him to finish the sentence. He understood perfectly. Remus was wrong, clearly, but he understood what he had been thinking.
Sirius set the plate onto the coffee table, took Remus’ and did the same, then promptly turned toward the other man and leaned over him, crushing their lips together. The stubble on their chins rubbed against one another, not unpleasantly, as their tongues darted out to meet each other, smooth in contrast. Their kiss was a smokey-sweet mix of earl grey tea and breakfast. Sirius decided this was the most pleasant sort of morning kiss there could be.
Remus leaned back further into the arm of the couch, a hand wound its way onto the back of Sirius’ neck and he felt himself pulled deeper into the kiss. His body became flush against Remus’ and he gasped at the electric sensation of their growing erections brushing against one another. He could lose himself in this moment, he decided. He could let go of all of his earlier desire to take things slow and just shag Remus into oblivion right there on the sofa in his flat. A firm hand on his arse pushed his hips down and his cock ground against Remus’, eliciting a guttural moan from his chest. Slowly, despite the protest of every nerve-ending in his body, Sirius pulled away from Remus and looked down into the other mans dark, lust-filled eyes. His hair was mussed and his lips were red and eager.
“Remus Lupin,” he began, “I am going to take you out on a bloody date and we are going to take this slow even if it kills me.” Remus licked his lips and Sirius thought that taking things slow may very well kill him indeed.
“That’s probably for the best.” Sirius nodded his head, even as he felt Remus’ hand on his neck pulling him down again.
“Yes, it is.” Remus claimed his mouth swallowing his whispered words, and Sirius began to feel quite powerless against the wizard, despite his dominant position. At this rate, he was going to completely lose control and give in, and he didn’t think he had the strength to fight it. Just when he thought he was done trying to be the gentleman, Remus’ kiss lightened up and his hand moved from the back of Sirius’ neck to his chest, then they were no longer kissing at all, but just gazing into each others eyes.
“We should probably get ready for the day,” Remus announced, his voice throaty with unfulfilled need. “I’ve got a meeting and you said you needed to go into Diagon Alley.” Sirius nodded, dizzy with desire.
“That’s right.” Sirius pulled back and Remus straightened up, then gave a sly smile toward him.
“Bagsy on the shower!” Remus was off the sofa and halfway to the bathroom before Sirius could protest.
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Godric’s Hollow was a quaint village. Cottages lined either side of small streets, and there was only one main causeway, which led to a church with large stained glass windows. In the winter, it looked like a Christmas wonderland. Remus loved his trips to Godric’s Hollow, despite the fact that they were tinged with sadness. Only a few weeks prior, the Potters had moved to Godric’s Hollow in secrecy. Lily was pregnant, but only a couple of months along, and was due at the end of July. While this should have been a very happy time, it was, instead, exceedingly stressful, overshadowed by a prophecy told to Dumbledore. The prophecy indicated that a child born to parents who had thrice defied Voldemort may have the power to defeat the dark wizard.
Lily and James had indeed defied Lord Voldemort on three separate occasions. They were well known for their intellect and bravery. Voldemort had attempted to recruit them several times. The last time was shortly before James and Remus had completed their auror training. They had been told it would be their last time being offered the chance of “great victory” at Voldemort’s side. Death Eaters had attacked them and they’d barely managed to make it out alive. Remus still felt shivers go down his spine at the memory of that night in the pub when James told him what had happened.
Remus shook the memory from his mind and focused on the brown door in front of him. The Potter’s cottage was a nice, two-story home with four bedrooms in it. When Remus first questioned his friends they’d smiled and looked at each other softly before admitting that they had fallen in love with the small village as soon as they’d arrived and hoped to have more children in the future to fill the bedrooms. Before he’d managed to knock on the door, it cracked open and a warm, red-haired woman poked her head through the opening.
“Well, Remus, are you just going to stand there all day? Come inside!” Remus couldn’t help the large smile on his face as he enveloped Lily in a tight embrace. She was just one of those people that you couldn’t help but love, because even when she was angry, you knew that her heart was always in the right place.
“It’s about time you came by, Remus. Lily’s been having a fit.”
“I have not, you git.” James smiled at his wife’s banter as he closed the door behind Remus once he was fully inside. Lily turned back to Remus and hugged him tightly again. “I’m so glad you are ok,” she gushed. “I can’t believe it took you two days to come visit me!”
“I’m sorry,” Remus said, and he really was. “I’ve been so busy.”
“Oh, have you now?” Lily held him out, eyes twinkling. “I’m going to make some tea, then I want you to sit down and tell me all about it.”
At first, Remus was certain that Lily would take Dora’s side in matters, or at least be upset that he’d broken up with her. After all, they were fairly close friends. He needn’t have worried, though. Lily held much the same opinion as James, and while she would still be Dora’s friend, she’d felt their relationship had been a little off for a long time.
“To be honest, Remus, I’m glad you two aren’t together anymore. Every time you two would have a row I’d have to soothe Dora. Merlin knows I love the gal, but it is tiring after a while,” explained Lily as she sipped her cooling tea. Remus nodded, understanding. “So, tell me about Sirius.” Her eyes were twinkling again. Remus suspected James must have said something off-color to her about them.
“What more do you want to know about him? He helped me escape from the Death Eaters, he told us about the Trace -”
“Blah, blah, blah,” Lily interrupted. “Tell me about him.” James was sitting at the small table with them in their kitchen, trying to hide his grin behind his own cup. He’d definitely said something. Remus couldn’t help the flush that crept up his cheeks, but tried to bat it down anyway.
“I don’t know what you mean,” he defended. “He helped me out of a tight spot and now I’m letting him stay in my flat until we’re sure that Bellatrix doesn’t come after him.”
“Mm-hmm.” She wasn’t convinced.
“Why don’t you tell her about how I caught you two nearly snogging on the sofa yesterday,” James offered, grinning from ear-to-ear. There was no hope hiding Remus’ blushing now.
“Aw, look, he’s gettin’ a bit rosy now,” Lily teased. Remus sipped his tea, trying to ignore the heat on his cheeks and her teasing.
“If you must know, Sirius and I are going on a date tonight.”
“Do you know where he’s taking you?” Remus shot an incredulous look at his red-haired friend.
“Who says I’m not taking him out?”
“Come off it, Remus, you never make the first move.” That was true. Even when he and Dora were dating she had been the one to approach him. Remus had always been a little timid. This time, they were wrong, though.
“I’ll have you know, I kissed him first.”
“Oh, so you are snogging now, then?” James had to pipe up at that. Remus shot him a dirty look.
“But Sirius is the one who asked you out, isn’t that right?” Lily, now. Remus couldn’t catch a break!
“Oy! You two are teaming up on me, now, no fair!” The three friends laughed as they whiled away the time until the Order meeting.
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Sirius remembered a time when Diagon Alley was a loud, bustling place, filled with witches and wizards in brightly colored robes, where large, happy advertisements encouraged patrons at the many different shops that lined the streets. These days, it seemed Diagon Alley was muted. There was still the large numbers of people, but they were hushed and moved with purpose, not stopping to window shop. War had dealt a heavy blow to the shop owners. Several smaller stores had closed up over the last couple of years.
Despite the hard times that had fallen over the wizarding world, the old stand-byes were still there. Sirius was headed to Gringott’s bank, which stood arrogantly down the street, it’s white marble columns almost too-bright in the muted browns and grays that surrounded it. A thin blond figure was making her way down the stairs and past those columns. Sirius’ heart nearly stopped: it was Narcissa! Quickly, he stepped into the nearest store, which, to his dismay, ended up being Twilfitt and Tatting’s. He sincerely hoped that Narcissa was not in a shopping mood as he ducked behind an array of expensive fur robes.
“Hello, sir, what are we looking for this afternoon?” A well-dressed and somewhat smug gentleman addressed Sirius as he tried to keep his eyes on Narcissa without being seen.
“Oh, err, nothing at the moment, just having a look.” The shop keep did not seem amused.
“Really,” he drawled. “And what are we looking for, exactly?” Sirius was only have listening, his heart having dropped to the pit of his stomach as he watched Narcissa step inside, an impatient look on her face as another member of the staff approached her.
“Err... these robes look nice. How much are they?” Sirius walked around the display to the other side, grasping a particularly soft, gray set of robes as he tried to ensure that Narcissa wouldn’t see him as she walked further into the store.
“Sir, those are women’s robes.”
“Err, yeah, of course they are. Listen, I’m fine on my own, really.” Sirius just wanted to shake the shop keep. If he kept talking to him then Narcissa would surely turn and see him.
“Sir, I’m afraid if you are not going to make a purchase -- which I sincerely doubt you are if you have to ask about the price -- then I must insist you leave.” The shopkeep looked down his nose at Sirius, who was a little affronted. Honestly, he owned several robes from Twilfitt and Tatting’s. Although, he did suppose he didn’t much look it at the moment. He was wearing some of Remus’ clothes, not having any of his own at the moment, and they were a little odd-fitting, to say the least. Sirius was slightly more muscular and certainly taller, so both the pants and the shirt looked quite small on him. While he had his own robe and it fit him fine, it was one of his older robes, and a trained eye would know it was out of fashion. Narcissa stepped further into the store yet, and Sirius was finally able to make his escape without her notice.
“You know what, I think I’ll have better luck at Madam Malkins,” he told the shopkeeper, who looked positively appalled that anyone would have a better selection, and left the store as quickly as he could, heading once again toward Gringott’s.
Never before had Sirius been so grateful for his foresight. When he was in school and his mother had permitted him an allowance, he’d insisted on have having a bank account. His mother was naturally against the idea, not seeing the point as they had the Black family vault at Gringott’s and that would be more than enough for Sirius and his brother to live on. Of course, this only made Sirius want it more. While he was at Hogwarts, he had send an owl to Gringott’s and started an account by letter and sent all of his money there. It wasn’t a terribly large amount, certainly nothing that he could live off of for long, but he had been more or less spoiled growing up. The Blacks were a rich family, and so he was able to put away quite a bit of gold over the years. He’d have to get a real job, soon, though, and the idea made him a bit nervous. What would he even do?
Sirius quelled his nervous thoughts as he approached the bank, was up the stairs, and through the bronze doors. Finally, he was inside. He would be able to make his withdrawal and, hopefully, avoid any other Death Eaters that might be milling about. Normally, it could take several minutes to cross the vast hall. Sirius was so concerned with avoiding anybody who could possibly relay messages back to Voldemort that he traversed it in seconds.
“Hello,” he announced his approach to the goblins at the counter. They appeared to be in deep conversation and annoyed at his approach. He was able to read the name tag of the goblin closest to him: Griphook. “I am here to make a withdrawal.” Griphook turned to look at the older goblin next to him, almost as if to ask a question, before turning back to Sirius, his expression unpleasant. Sirius supposed customer service wasn’t high on goblin’s list of desirable employee qualities.
“Do you have your key?” Griphook’s voice was gravelly and condescending. The older goblin nodded his head in approval. Sirius wondered if Griphook was under some kind of evaluation or training.
“Yes, I do,” reaching deep into the inside pocket of his cloak, Sirius closed his fingers around the small bronze key, grateful that he’d had this with him before fleeing. He wasn’t sure what the protocol was if he had lost his key, but he was certain it wouldn’t have been pleasant. Griphook’s long, cool fingers closed the tips of Sirius’ fingers as he took the key from him, his expression never changing.
“This way.” Griphook and the other goblin -- whose name tag Sirius was finally able to read as Bogrod -- led Sirius through a door behind them and he was on the familiar trolley, zipping at break-neck speeds through the caverns beneath the bank. It turned out Bogrod really was training Griphook, as he had to remind the younger goblin how to operate the trolley. Finally, they were in front of his vault and he was able to recover some gold from the vaults. It wasn’t very much -- certainly not compared with the Black family vault -- but it would last for a little while at least.
Just as quickly as he’d entered the bank, Sirius was able to leave it, breathing a deep sigh of relief, grateful not to have run into anybody. The rest of the afternoon was relatively boring. Sirius dipped into Madam Malkin’s for some new clothes (a couple pairs of pants, some undergarments, a couple of shirts, two wizard robes, and a new cloak). He’d considered a set of robes instead, which would have been traditional and less expensive, but decided against it because of the high volume of muggles in Remus’ neighborhood. Afterwards, he stepped into another shop selling selling a variety of cleansing potions and general grooming supplies and was able to purchase some basic necessities for himself. He may be staying in Remus’ flat, but he sincerely wanted to avoid being completely reliant on him for everything.
Everything was going smoothly, despite Narcissa’s earlier presence, much to Sirius’ relief. Now that he had everything he needed, he was ready to get back to Remus’ flat and wait for him to return from visiting the Potters and the Order meeting. Deciding he had a few hours to waste, Sirius walked into the Leaky Cauldron, fully intent on a pint of Wizard’s Brew. Before he’d even had a moment to greet Tom, however, he was greeted with the large, greasy nose of Severus Snape, who’d been trying to leave. The two wizards stood, staring each other down, an annoyed look on Severus’ face and Sirius’ hand on his wand.
“Well, well, well,” the greasy-haired Death Eater drawled. “Black, as usual, you are displaying an extreme lack of intellect.” Sirius said nothing, but gripped his wand tighter. He wasn’t sure what Severus’ move would be, but he’d be ready for it. “Did you really think you wouldn’t get caught walking around Diagon Alley in broad daylight?”
“Get bent, Snape.”
“I dare say you’re bent enough for the both of us,” Severus retorted, brow cocked. Sirius elected not to say anything. “Follow me.” Severus inclined his head toward the stairs leading to the rooms upstairs.
“Why should I do that?”
“Has it occurred to you that if I wanted to take you in to the Dark Lord I would have done it already? Or are you too daft to grasp the concept that you are still standing in front of me?” Sirius didn’t like Severus, but he was right. If the Death Eater had real intentions of turning him in to Voldemort he would have attacked on sight and not said a word at all. Grudgingly, Sirius nodded his head and followed the other wizard up the stairs and into a room that he had a key to. Sirius wondered vaguely why Severus would be renting a room in the Leaky Cauldron. Before he could ask, Severus rounded on him, pushing him out of the way a bit so he could shut the door quickly behind him.
“Why have you brought me here, Snape? I know I said to get bent, but I wasn’t implying with me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Black. Did anybody else see you?”
“What?” Severus rounded on Sirius then, a slightly deranged look in his eyes.
“Did any other Death Eaters see you, you dolt?!” Severus hands were on his shoulders, his fingers digging in.
“Er... no I don’t think so. I saw Narcissa, but I’m fairly certain she didn’t see me.” Sirius pushed the other man away roughly, rubbing at his shoulders.
“Are you sure?”
“I told you, I don’t think so. I’m pretty damned certain if someone did see me, we’d be well aware.” Severus considered this a moment and calmed himself, seeming satisfied with Sirius’ response.
“Black, I never saw you here today.” It was Sirius’ turn to cock his eyebrow incredulously.
“Why is that?” Severus let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair.
“Do not ask irrelevant questions. I did not see you. You did not see me. Furthermore,” Severus turned a pointed glare at Sirius, “if you wish to keep your werewolf safe --”
“His name is Remus, and he is a wizard.” Severus wrinkled his nose at that.
“Yes, well, if you wish to keep Remus safe, I’d highly recommend you convince him to tell the Potters to find a different Secret Keeper. He’s a target. The Dark Lord will only continue to pursue him, and, eventually, he will reveal the Potter’s whereabouts. We wouldn’t want your friend to carry that kind of guilt, that kind of pain, with him, now would we?” Severus stopped to let his words sink in, but Sirius couldn’t make heads or tails of his behavior. Why would Severus -- a Death Eater that he never even got along with -- try to help him?
“I don’t understand --”
“Well isn’t that shocking?” Sirius glared, thoroughly tired of dealing with this git already. “Look, it’s very simple, Black. Tell no one that you ran into me here and I will do the same.” Sirius could only nod, dumbfounded. He couldn’t understand why this man would help him when his allegiance was to Voldemort. Severus’ hands finally left his shoulders and he cleared his throat. “Don’t follow me out of here and try not to be seen.” With that, he turned on his heel, his black cloak billowing about him as he left through the door, leaving Sirius alone in the room with his thoughts.
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