Sorting Hat:

weekly drabble

2008-09-05T22:33:21Z

Author: rawtoast
Characters: Hannah Abbott
Rating: G, though it's a bit angsty
Word Count: 250

She stared herself down in the miniature mirror of her compact, focused on the blue eye that appeared above the powder. Why did she bother to apply make-up for her mother’s funeral? It all seemed so insignificant, so hollow.

Memories of summer haunted her, and she found herself nostalgic for the unassuming happiness that filled her days just a month prior. Cherry popsicles slowly melting to the rhythm of the old porch swing. Afternoons of filling in crossword puzzles over tea and biscuits. (Hannah always knew the obscure vocabulary words, her father knew the athletic terms, and her mother knew the pop culture references. They were the perfect team.) Shopping trips in the city: a wild goose chase for a cute sundress that would give Hannah’s thin figure the appearance of curves.

And now she was wearing a much different kind of dress, a simple black gown that more than covered her nearly nonexistent cleavage and fell straight to her ankles. Mourning colors did not suit Hannah; the harsh contrast with her fair complexion made her appear pale enough to be a ghost.

But her mother was not a ghost. She was an angel, singing in heaven; she was a stunning goddess looking down on Hannah; she was a beautiful creature with wings like those of a delicate, graceful butterfly.

Try as she might, Hannah could not make these thoughts fill the stark emptiness she felt in her heart.

Because her mother, whatever else she might be, was not here.

20 Random Facts about Hannah Abbott

2008-07-18T08:55:04Z

Title: 20 Random Facts about Hannah Abbott
Author: rawtoast
Characters: Hannah Abbott with mentions of many others (mostly Hufflepuffs)
Rating: G
Word Count: 985
Notes: So, I've only ever written drabbles before, but this fic popped into my head while I was gardening and I figured I'd give it a try. Also, this fic would not have happened without my friends from Magic Days, so I suppose it's dedicated to them.

At the time of her sorting, Hannah is shaking so badly she can hardly walk up to the three-legged stool. It would be alright if she weren’t first, but she is, and for this she curses alphabetical order.
Soon, however, she sees a reason to be thankful for it. The moment Susan Bones joins her at the Hufflepuff table they click, and by the time Megan Jones comes along the two girls have already formed a special bond that will last through their time at Hogwarts.
On Hannah’s twelfth birthday, Susan convinces a seventh year to show her how to get into the kitchen so she can make Hannah a cake. When Hannah finds out, she can hardly believe it. “But weren’t you afraid you’d get caught?” she asks. “It would be worth it,” Susan responds immediately.
As a second year, Hannah feels very grown up. And then the Chamber is opened and she doesn’t know what to do or who to believe; the only thing she knows is that maybe twelve is quite young after all.
When the Petrified students are finally revived, Hannah decides that it’s okay to hug a boy even if you don’t like him like him. She clings to Justin for a rather long time, but that doesn’t matter because everybody is eager to hug him tightly.
In third year, the Hufflepuff girls make up a secret code and use it when they pass notes in class. When Ernie cracks the code, Hannah gives him all her best Chocolate Frog cards in exchange for his promise not to tell Zacharias Smith that she has a crush on him.
Sometimes she uses the code when taking notes for her classes in hopes that when she goes back over them she will remember a bit of lighthearted fun rather than just hours and hours of Binns’ boring lectures.
Every year during exam time Hannah works herself into a frenzy, revising and practicing spells and drawing up unrealistic study schedules. The only subject she doesn’t fret over is Herbology; she finds it impossible to be stressed when surrounded by plant life.
Though Hannah believes her theory about Sirius Black being able to turn into a shrub is rather brilliant, nobody else seems to buy into it. It dawns on her that she’s much better at being convinced than being convincing.
At first, Hannah refuses to wear a Support Cedric Diggory! badge because they’re mean to Harry Potter. However, when Zach offers her one, she reminds herself that she doesn’t have to display the “Potter Stinks” message if she doesn’t want to. She pins the badge onto her sweater.
Hannah is ecstatic when Zacharias asks her to the Yule Ball, but she doesn’t realize that fourteen year old boys do not dance, even at dances. The fact that Zach won’t dance with her hurts even more than the blisters that are forming from her shoes. She spends most of the night wondering if he only asked her to the ball because Ernie told him to.
One night after Astronomy, Hermione Granger pulls Hannah and Ernie aside to ask if they’d be interested in joining a Defence group she and her friends are forming. Hannah yawns, nods, and forgets about it until the next evening.
Though they were asked to invite friends, Ernie and Hannah show up at the Hog’s Head that Saturday with only half of their Hufflepuff crew. The others doubt You-Know-Who’s return, and it’s just too risky to invite them to the meeting; it wouldn’t do to have one of them let Professor Umbridge know about it.
Hannah’s never lied to her friends about something so big before, and it fills her with guilt. “Are you sure we’re doing the right thing?” she asks Susan one night after a DA meeting. “Yes, we are,” Susan responds gravely, “even though it’s not easy.” Neither one of them speaks on the way back to the dorm; they are both too busy remembering Cedric Diggory.
She produces her first corporeal patronus in the summer between fifth and sixth year, but the moment she sees that it takes the form of a flamingo she flushes and the patronus dissolves into mist. Susan doesn’t mention it, and they move on to practicing defensive jinxes.
After Ginny Weasley hexes Zacharias on the train, Hannah is there to help him clean the bat bogies off his face. He smiles at her, and they look at each other for a long moment before Hannah’s little sister opens the compartment door to ask for money to buy snacks. Jillian always did have rather unfortunate timing.
On the day that Hannah is pulled out of Herbology and informed that her mother is dead, she is told that she has an hour to gather her belongings and her sister before their father shows up to take them home. She spends roughly one third of this time staring into her trunk, one third scrawling a note to her roommates, and the last third trying to get Jill to come out of the second year girls dormitory.
When You-Know-Who and his supporters attack the castle, Hannah is terrified – for herself, for her sister, for her friends, for all the innocent students in the wrong place at the wrong time, just as her mother was. But when Ernie asks if they could stay and fight, she doesn’t panic. Though she hadn’t seen it at the time, this is exactly what the DA had been for.
However, one member of the DA chooses to run with his tail between his legs. It is in this moment that Hannah wonders what she ever saw in Zacharias Smith.
When Harry Potter’s body lies limp on the ground and Neville still charges toward You-Know-Who, Hannah decides he is the bravest person she has ever known. He shouts “Dumbledore’s Army!” and she thinks she has never cheered louder in her life.

It's All Fun & Games ~ Sirius Black/Severus Snape/Lucius Malfoy

2006-10-22T22:42:44Z

Title: It's All Fun & Games
Pairing: Sirius Black/Severus Snape/Lucius Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sirius knows it's all just fun & games.
Author's Note: Written for jateshi for the hp_backtosmut fic exchange. A big thank you to my betas, julietnromeo & defyordinary for making sure that I finished this.
A/N 2: Post-Hogwarts, Pre-Azkaban.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling and not me.
Feedback: Yes please. ^_^
House: Hufflepuff

As Sirius came to he became aware of several things. The most obvious was that it felt as if a Hippogriff had tap-danced on his skull, which was ridiculous since Hippogriffs couldn’t tap-dance. Not with two claws and two hooves as feet. The second thing he noticed was that his arms were secured tightly above his head by a pair of manacles. A small groan escaped his lips as he lifted his head slowly, blinking into the oppressive darkness surrounding him. So they wanted to play dirty this time around. Not that Sirius minded much.

Just as his eyes began adjusting to the darkness half a dozen candles in elaborate wall sconces flared to life behind him leaving the rest of the room shrouded in darkness. He strained his eyes to try and find anyone who might be lurking in the shadows as he knew there would be.

It was always the same; varied slightly, but ultimately always the same. Sirius would receive an anonymous owl, although he always knew who it was from, telling him to meet one of them at the Hog’s Head or any number of equally as seedy bars in Knockturn Alley. He was always the first to show up, always took a seat at the bar and ordered a Fire Whiskey. He never had to wait very long though; usually only waiting long enough to finish one glass before a hooded figure, tonight the taller one, would come up behind him and place a hand on his shoulder briefly then turn and exit the bar. Sirius would silently count to ten, leave a couple Galleons on the counter then follow whichever one had come out into a nearby alley. He only ever got a quick glimpse of whichever one of them it was before they’d stun him; tonight had been the pointed chin and long blond hair peaking out from the front of the hood before everything had gone dark.

It never took him long to wake up afterwards, always in this room. In this room, which Sirius had come to know quite well in the months since this had started. This situation that Sirius knew was extremely fucked up. This situation that Sirius himself had inadvertently initiated months earlier when he’d decided to crash a party being held by his cousin Narcissa. When he woke up he usually found himself tied or chained up as he was now, but occasionally he’d awaken unrestrained on the large four poster bed he knew was situated in the still dark portion of the room. It would always depend on their mood. Everything depended on their mood. Whether they played with Sirius or whether Sirius got to play, which were two totally different things. Tonight it looked like they wanted to play with Sirius, which more often then not he preferred over the latter. After all Sirius had always suspected he was a bit of a masochist.

“Ah you’re awake.” Sirius turned his head to the left towards the low, silky voice as the dark haired man stepped out of the shadows.

“What impeccable observational skills you have, Snivellus.” Sirius grinned as the other man approached him; the games had begun.

Severus Snape sneered at him “Those were some awfully big words, Black. Did your precious Werewolf teach them to you?”

Sirius narrowed his eyes and attempted to look as imposing as he could with his arms chained above his head. “Leave Remus out of this you greasy….”

“Tsk, tsk, Sirius. And I thought you had better manners then that.” Sirius turned his head towards the other voice. That voice, which was the picture of aristocratic arrogance. That voice which sent a shiver down Sirius’ spine every time he heard it. “You are a guest in my home and I expect you to show my other guests the same amount of respect you would show me.”

“Respect? For him?” Sirius snorted, inclining his head towards Severus, keeping his eyes on Lucius Malfoy as he too emerged from the shadows. “That’s asking an awful lot of me.” The corners of Sirius’ mouth twitched as he fought to keep his expression neutral. Truthfully he only meant half of what he was saying; it was a game after all and games had certain rules.

In one fluid motion Lucius crossed the room and grasped Sirius’ jaw tightly in one hand, cold silver eyes bored into his own lively grey ones. “You will show him respect or this ends.” It was an empty threat and Sirius knew it, they wouldn’t give up their favorite plaything just because he couldn’t control the things that came out of his mouth.

Sirius flicked his gaze at Severus, his head kept firmly in place by Lucius’ grip on his jaw, “I’m sorry Sniv….” Lucius tightened his grip on Sirius’ jaw, his already half hard cock twitched at the surge of pain that ran down his spine. “S..sorry Severus.”

A smirk appeared on Lucius’ lips “Much better.” He let go of Sirius’ jaw and took a step back to stand beside Severus. The older man’s eyes took on a predatory look as he took in Sirius’ appearance. “However these clothes won’t do. Severus, would you do the honors?”

“It would be my pleasure.” Severus was already spinning his wand between his fingers, his normally dull black eyes, which Sirius knew for a fact were actually extremely dark brown, seemed to brighten at the thought of what they all knew he was about to do. Gracefully he pointed his wand at Sirius and in a smooth tone of voice vanished the Gryffindor’s clothes with a simple charm.

The cool air in the room hit Sirius’ naked flesh immediately, leaving goose bumps in its wake. No matter how many times he’d been strung up and naked in front of them it still left him feeling exposed and vulnerable; in that position they were free to do whatever they pleased with him, but instead of being frightened by that thought it excited him, adding just one more reason for him to believe he was a little masochistic. Keeping his head high and looking straight ahead at the two men in front of him he watched as their eyes roamed over his body as if appraising him. When both their gazes met his eyes again he could plainly see the hunger in their own eyes.

“Much better.” Lucius repeated, now circling around Sirius much like a Vulture who has spotted its dinner.

“You’ve seen it all before, Malfoy.” Sirius stated, turning his head as best he could as he heard Lucius’ footfalls stop behind him. Severus remained within Sirius’ view. “There’s nothing new.”

“Is it a crime to admire such beauty?” Sirius inhaled deeply as Lucius pressed himself up against his back, his voice low and husky in his ear. Lucius was so close that Sirius could feel each of the buttons on the man’s shirt pressing into his spine as well as the rough fabric of his trousers rubbing against his bare arse.

Sirius closed his eyes, trying to focus, he couldn’t give in yet; it just wasn’t the way the game was played. He swallowed hard in an attempt to compose himself before responding to the man behind him. “I always knew you were a dirty old man, Malfoy. I wouldn’t be surprised if you lusted after me in school.”

“And if I did?” One of Lucius’ white gloved hands moved to rest on Sirius’ hip while the other, which grasped his cane went to his slightly muscled stomach, the cool metal of the Snake head poked into Sirius’ belly. “You were a most attractive eleven year old. Wouldn’t you agree, Severus.” Sirius’ stomach muscles contracted at the touch of the cold metal against his skin.

“Stunning.”

Sirius opened his eyes at his former school mate’s response, it was flat with just a hint of sarcasm, but Sirius knew better. Their eyes met and Sirius quirked an eyebrow at Severus although the effect was lost as Sirius had let his hair grow out and his bangs were so long at the moment that they almost covered his eyes. “I was stunning wasn’t I? Still am.” A slow smirk spread across Sirius’ full lips as he gazed at Severus through his fringe, “Unlike some of uh….us.” Lucius’ gloved fingers bit into Sirius’ hip as if in warning.

“I distinctly remember warning you about your insolence” Sirius could feel Lucius’ wet lips against the shell of his ear and his own tongue darted out to slide across his bottom lip, “Did I not?” Before Sirius could respond that same gloved hand on his hip slid down to cup his balls roughly. “Did I not?” He repeated in a low deadly tone of voice.

“Yes….Merlin, yes.” Sirius moaned, unable to keep the pleasure from his voice, his head falling back upon Lucius’ shoulder; the slight pain from Lucius’ ministrations was quickly giving way to pleasure. He’d chastise himself later for giving in so soon, but for now he didn’t care because the older man was touching him now.

Lucius slid his hand up to wrap his fingers loosely around Sirius’ thickening prick. “Good boy.” He stroked slowly at first keeping his fingers loose as his white gloves would certainly chafe Sirius’ sensitive skin if he did otherwise.

Sirius moaned as the barely there fingers continued their ministrations and he’d almost forgotten about the other man in the room until Severus, loudly, cleared his throat.

“Lucius, I do believe you are forgetting something.” Sirius lifted his head to see the other man, arms folded over his chest, eyebrow raised and….Sirius would never say it out loud….and the shadow of a pout upon his thin lips. He was feeling left out and Sirius knew it.

The fingers on his cock disappeared, Sirius fought to keep from groaning in disappointment, “Ah yes. Thank you for reminding me.” He leaned into close to Sirius’ ear again “We have a little present for you, Sirius.”

A present? Sirius could only imagine what it could be; a ball gag? Another set of nipple clamps? One more butt plug to add to the collection? They had a wide array of ‘presents’ they had gotten with which to use while playing with Sirius. He heard the rustling of a robe behind him then Lucius was standing in front of him, blocking his view of Severus.

The older man looked just as calm and collected as usual; only his eyes showed the lust and want he was feeling at that moment.

“So what have you got for me?” Sirius asked, a smirk tugging at one corner of his lips as his gaze dropped in an attempt to see what Lucius held in his hand.

Lucius reached into an inner pocket of his robes and withdrew what looked like a stiff piece of black leather. Upon further inspection Sirius saw what it actually was.

“Every dog should have a collar.” Severus came up to stand beside Lucius, a knowing look upon his face. “Wouldn’t you agree, Sirius?”

Sirius stared at them in awe, did they know? Was this simply a coincidence? His eyes flicked to the thick leather collar still in Lucius’ hands; the stark contrast of it against the man’s white gloves enthralled him. If they knew he was an Animagus did that mean they knew about James and Peter as well? The questions died in Sirius’ mind as he felt the cool leather wrap around his neck accompanied by bare fingers against his throat. Lucius had passed the collar off to Severus and was now standing back admiring the way it fit snuggly around the column of Sirius’ throat.

“You may keep this gift.” Lucius drawled, stroking one finger across the snake’s head of his cane, “It shall remind you who your true masters are.”

“I’ll wear it everyday.” Sirius’ eyes flicked from Lucius to Severus and back, he wanted one of them to touch him again, but he wasn’t about to beg. He’d already slipped up once and wasn’t about to do it again.

Lucius hooked a finger through the metal D-ring, pulling lightly to bring their faces mere inches apart. Their gazes locked for a few long moments before he bowed his head, his tongue gliding along the top of the collar “What do you want, Sirius?”

Sirius couldn’t hide the shiver that shot down his spine as Lucius’ breath passed over the skin he’d just laved with his tongue, “A flying motorcycle would be nice.” He surprised himself at how even his voice was despite the blood rushing to his groin and he gasped as he felt the cold metal snake’s head against the underside of his cock.

“What do you truly want, Sirius?” Lucius’ eyes bored into his as he asked the question again; all the while slowly sliding the cold metal up Sirius’ length to the tip, which was leaking pre-cum.

Sirius’ hips jerked forward, his composure of a moment ago shattered as he tried in vane to make contact with anything but the head of Lucius’ cane. “I…need…I want to come!”

Lucius gazed at Sirius as if he were deep in thought, as if the decision of whether or not to let Sirius come was a life altering decision. “I think not. Perhaps if you had answered the first time you were asked I would have allowed you to have your release so soon, but now I think not.” He turned to Severus and nodded.

Sirius watched as Severus reached into a pocket of his robes, his eyes widened slightly and his breath hitched as his gaze fell upon the object Severus now held in his hand. Sirius’ gaze dropped and a whimper escaped his throat as Severus fastened the leather cock ring around the base of his erection tightly.

“You brought this upon yourself.” Severus arched an eyebrow as he let his fingers just barely skim the underside of Sirius’ cock. This had been going on long enough that Sirius knew that it didn’t matter whether he answered Lucius the first time of the twentieth time, they still would have chosen to delay his release and secretly he wanted that. There was part of him that wanted to come now to relieve the throbbing in his cock, but he knew that it would be well worth the torture in the end because his orgasm would be oh so much more brilliant in the end.

Without another word Severus stepped back, his long fingered hands going to the clasps of his long, black robes. It didn’t take long before the robes lay in a pile at his feet and Sirius wasn’t the least bit surprised to find Severus completely naked beneath said robes, nor was he surprised when his eyes zeroed in on Severus’ very erect prick, standing straight up against his belly, a nest of black curls at its base. It was times like these that Sirius wished he’d been a little nicer to Severus in school. Just a little. The man was lightly muscled in all the places that countered and his pale skin just begged to be marked by Sirius’ teeth; a small moan passed his lips at the thought and his cock gave a painful throb.

“See something you like, Black?” A fine dark eyebrow rose as he stepped closer to Sirius once more, a very evil glint in his eyes. He raised his wand, placing the tip against Sirius’ chest then proceeded to drag it down the length of his body, whispering a spell that Sirius could only barely make out over the din of blood rushing past his ears. He removed the wand as it reached the juncture where hip met thigh then tossed it atop the pile of material that were his robes.

Sirius didn’t need to hear the spell to know which it was, he was quite familiar with all the spells by now and a thrill went down his spine in anticipation as he watched Severus bring one hand up to his own chest. Sirius’ breath hitched at the first touch of invisible hands upon him, his eyes still glued to Severus’ fingers as he swept them over his own hairless chest, he watched as the long fingers circled and pinched at one nipple pulling a moan from them both before Severus slid his hand lower.

This was one of the more enjoyable spells that had been placed on him during their little games; it enabled Sirius to feel everything Severus did to himself and more then once they had brought him off with this alone and Sirius truthfully didn’t care. It didn’t matter to him how they got him off as long as he got to come in the end. However this time Severus was moving much too slow for Sirius’ liking and he just wasn’t touching the right places.

“Would you get on with it?” Severus had to be just as aroused as he if the pre-cum collecting at the head of his cock was any indication.

A cruel smirk pulled at Severus’ lips and without warning he took Sirius’ cock in one hand and his own in the other. “Is this what you had in mind?”

Sirius’ head snapped back and his back arched, thrusting violently into the hand clamped around his cock. “Oh…fuck!” It was both one of the strangest yet one of the most glorious feelings in the world to feel two hands on him, but knowing there was only one. “I need….need to come. Please.”

“Not just yet.” Lucius was behind him again, his voice pouring over Sirius’ sex addled brain like warm honey, sliding down his spinal cord and turning his bones to liquid fire. His entire body positively throbbed with desire and lust and the overwhelming need to come.

“Fuck, Lucius….bastard.” He swore as he felt both of Severus’ hands began moving up his shaft, thumb circling the tip of both cocks. “Let me come.”

He heard the rustling of fabric behind him, which could only meet one thing and a half whimper, half moan left his throat as Severus flicked his wrist, whether it was the hand around Sirius’ cock or his own Sirius didn’t particularly care as at the same time he felt Lucius’ hard length pressed against his arse as the older man moved impossibly closer to him. “You must be taught a lesson in patience, Sirius.”

Sirius pushed his hips back against Lucius, “Fuck patience.”

“On the contrary, I intend to fuck you.” With that as his only warning Lucius spread Sirius’ arse cheeks and sank into him up to the hilt in one long, smooth thrust.

“God damn….Merlin’s balls!” Sirius howled as his head fell back onto the older man’s shoulder, his back arching unnaturally at the intrusion into his unlubricated channel; Sirius may have been a little bit of a masochist, but it fucking hurt when Lucius chose to forgo any type of preparation, “….are you trying to split me in two?”

Lucius didn’t answer, instead he pulled out almost all the way then speared into Sirius again and again, his now gloveless fingers digging painfully into Sirius’ hips; no doubt there would be bruises there to next day. Bruises that they wouldn’t heal, nor would Sirius as he’d choose to keep them as a reminder. He always did.

Severus’ hand on Sirius’ now painfully hard cock moved down to fondle his balls, as he continued stroking himself to bring them both just that little bit closer to orgasm. Sirius was panting wildly, his arse burned with each of Lucius’ merciless thrusts and his cock was harder then he could ever remember if being. Either Lucius needed to come soon or Severus needed to let him come. Or both. Either of those would make the other easier to deal with.

As if reading his mind, which Sirius suspected might be the case, Severus released his balls, bringing his hand up to strip the cock ring off, still pumping his own cock furiously. Sirius moaned unabashedly, no longer able to string together even half phrases, as Severus stroked himself once more, a guttural moan was the only sound Severus made before they were both coming all over Sirius’ stomach and cock. Sirius’ entire body tensed and spasmed as he was finally allowed his release, his eyes squeezed shut so tight he saw stars exploding behind his eyelids and it felt as though he might never stop coming and it felt so much better then he’d expected.

Lucius followed suit a mere seconds later, biting down roughly onto Sirius’ shoulder as he spilled his seed into Sirius’ tightly clenching body. He made no noise except for his heavy breathing as he rode of his orgasm. The moment Lucius pulled out and his body was no longer supporting Sirius’ he fell forward, the manacles around his wrists the only things keeping him from falling onto the floor.

“Bloody fuck.” He panted, eyes still closed, it wasn’t until he felt the touch of a tongue lapping at the cooling come on his stomach that he opened his eyes to find Severus on his knees cleaning him thoroughly. A lazy smile crossed his lips as he gazed down upon him with heavily lidded eyes. Any other time he would have had a smart-arse remark to make to his former classmate, but he decided to let it pass this time as Severus was doing a very good job of lulling him to sleep and it would take far too much concentration to think of even the simplest remark.

Sirius was only vaguely aware of Severus finishing and releasing him from the manacles then helping him to the bed in the corner of the room where Lucius was already awaiting them. Someone rubbed at his wrists where the manacles had dug into them and a healing charm was whispered, they weren’t completely heartless after all. As sleep over took him he wondered what would await him the next time they wanted to play.

sortinghat_fics @ 2006-09-05T10:19:00

2006-09-05T15:21:26Z

Title: Naughty Naughty, Hermione
Author: Me
Rating: PG? PG-13? IDK...
Word Count: 392
Summary: Draco's in for a nice little surprise...
A/N: Yeah, yeah.. I posted it where it belongs eventually

Draco grumbled quietly as he stepped into the Granger-Weasley household. He hated being dragged along while his boyfriend played good Uncle Harry. And, as Draco rather liked getting laid at night, he came along without complaining too much. While the Gryffindor trio disappeared into the baby’s room, Draco sat at Hermione’s computer. The muggle technology still confused him quite a bit, but he was getting better with the buttons and the mouse with each visit. Though, he still didn’t understand that little piece of plastic was called a mouse. It wasn’t furry in the least…

But, regardless, he’d grown rather fond of these computer things, and a little thing called the internet. It was rather interesting for a muggle invention. He was particularly fond of a site called YouTube. The videos provided him with much entertainment.

However, today, when Draco clicked the button to log onto the computer, he was in for a little surprise. He hit the button next to Hermione’s name, as she’d given him permission to do so rather than using a guest account. But it seemed that today ‘Mione had forgotten to close her windows. She was on some website called LiveJournal. The page had a lot of text, so Draco guessed she’d been reading something. Probably something boring and educational, he could only assume.

He scrolled to the top of the page, where he found that she was actually reading a story of some sort.

“Pairing: Harry/Draco.” Seeing he and his boyfriend’s name piqued his interest and he continued to read more. He read with apt attention as the story told of he and Harry doing…well…things that shouldn’t be on Hermione’s computer screen! Why was she reading this? And why was this theskyturnsred person writing it? This was…porn. About he and Harry! What the bloody hell?

Nonetheless, he read the rest of the story, feeling disturbed and maybe a little turned on. He and Harry were hot together, after all.

When he was through, he got up slowly, his face even more pale than usual. He minimized the window and walked into the baby’s room. “Harry, could you come here for a minute?” he asked quietly.

Harry saw how pale he was and passed off the baby to Ron and stepped outside in the hallway with his boyfriend. “Yes, Draco?”

“There’s something I think you should see…”

sortinghat_fics @ 2006-07-28T15:42:00

2006-07-28T20:42:34Z

Title: Mistletoe
Author:Christie//Ravenclaw
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing(s): Twins, Lee, Draco, Snape and mentions of others
Warnings: Boy kissing
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Feedback: Always, I’m a comment-whore
Summary: The twins come up with a prank worthy of the Tri-wizard Tournament
Word Count: 1211

“Think Fred. This is the year of the Tri-Wizard Tournament! We’ve got a Yule Ball instead of a Christmas Feast. We’ve got to do something fantastic for our Christmas prank. Nothing childish, this needs to be romanced themed.”

“George, did you actually think you needed to convince me? I know we need a good prank this year, and I like your ‘romance’ idea. So, now tell me your plan.”

“Mistletoe! Don’t give me that look Fred. I know. The school’s already covered with mistletoe, but we replace it with this mistletoe!” George produced a sprig of mistletoe from his pocket.

Fred looked at the small plant skeptically. “Looks pretty normal to me!”

“That’s the point! It looks normal, but when you step under it, you get stuck. There is a charm on each bunch that makes the victim incapable of moving until they get kissed. Normal mistletoe only works if you stop walking, someone notices and that someone wants to kiss you. This stuff forces the kiss or our helpless victims are permanently stuck.”

“Good, but we need a climax to this prank. We MUST have an ultimate victim and I’ve got an idea for that.”

+*+*+*+*+

“So, boys, what are the current updates on phase one?” Lee Jordan asked. The twins decided this is one of those pranks they may need his help on.

“Fred’s got the list of who we’ve witnessed being caught.”

“Well, let’s see. Ginny got caught by the piece over by the statue of the one-eyed hag. Draco was her chivalrous rescuer.”

“Yeah, luckily we’ve raised our baby sister right and she gave him a fat lip and hexed him into next week.”

“Fleur got stuck under the piece right in the great hall, and there was such a rush of people to save her, she was physically knocked out of the charm field and therefore knocked unconscious for three hours.”

“We sent her some chocolates for that. I didn’t expect that sort of a side effect.”

“Neville got caught up near Gryffindor common room and that goofy little blonde bird, Lovegood I think, the Ravenclaw in Ginny’s year; she walked up planted a rather sloppy kiss on his cheek and the poor bloke nearly passed out.”

“Is that boy really a Gryffindor?”

“Our dear friend Lee snaked a kiss out of our dear friend and teammate, Katie.”

“I didn’t trick her. I just sort of lead her in the proper direction,” Lee barked defensively.

“Sure you did,” Fred smirked at him. “Continuing, Dean got caught on the way to divination. Seamus just planted a big wet sloppy kiss smack on his lips. They were laughing about it for a good long time.”

“I really think those two have potential for being damned good pranksters when we leave this place.”

“I didn’t think it would work on animals, but Mrs. Norris got stuck. The damned flea bag was yowling for nearly half a day down by the kitchens. No one saw who finally kissed the mangy beast, but she’s free again.”

“I’d bet all the galleons in Gringots that it was Filch.”

“I’ve seen Ron stumble into the stuff at least five times and he always manages to do it when the only one around is Harry.”

“I’m beginning to think it’s not accidental. Did you see the last kiss between Harry and Ron up near the Astronomy tower?”

“I swear there were tongues in that one and I bet they were just headed up to have a nice snog.”

“So, it sounds as if the first half of the prank is working well and not really pissing anyone off. Care to fill me in on part two?” Lee asked the smirking twins.

“We get Snape!” Fred and George said in unison.

“How?” Lee gasped, his eyes wide.

“Step one,” Fred began. “We hid at least fifty sprigs of mistletoe in the regular path between his quarters and his classroom. He won’t be able to dodge them all down there; it’s too dark to see them.”

“Step two,” George continued. “We slipped an infatuation potion into Draco Malfoy’s pumpkin juice. It’s got a few of Snape’s greasy hairs in it and it’s not a full on love spell so it’s not technically illegal.”

“Let me get this straight,” Lee asked trying to wrap his mind around the devious plans of his best friends. “You’re going to catch Malfoy snogging Snape? That’s brilliant.”

“Got a camera ready and everything,” Fred smiled.

“We’re planning on making at least three-hundred copies and hanging them all over school!”

+*+*+*+*+

Snape wasn’t afraid of the Weasley twins. He also wasn’t stupid. He knew they were up to something by the way they’d been smirking at him all through dinner. He figured it had something to do with the damned mistletoe that was trapping people all over the castle. Worse he was pretty sure it also had something to do with Malfoy. Draco had also been eyeing him all through dinner. When Snape had looked over and raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner, Draco had blushed and ran out of the great hall. As soon as dinner was finished, Snape decided to spend the rest of the night hiding in his room. As soon as he got to the shadier part of the dungeons, he lit his wand and carefully avoided all mistletoe.

“Hello, Professor.”

Snape spun around and found Draco leaning sensuously, or at least as sensuously as a fourteen-year-old boy is capable of, against the wall. He wasn’t wearing his robes, just a black dress shirt, which was unbuttoned down to his navel, and a pair of black trousers that were dangerously snug. Snape felt a twinge of fear go through him as he saw the whole of the twins plan fall into place. He was about to very rudely tell Draco to ‘sleep it off’ when he felt the familiar tingle of magic slide around him. He glanced up. He had stepped right into the trap. He was caught in the Mistletoe Charm with an obviously potioned Draco harboring a desperate desire to shag the potions master into the floor of the dungeons.

“Your eyes positively sparkle in the light from your wand,” Draco took a step forward. “I, also, couldn’t help but notice you are stuck under some mistletoe.”

“No, not stuck this isn’t that sticking charm mistletoe.”

Draco closed the distance between himself and his potions master. He trailed a finger up Snape’s chest. “Then move!” Draco smirked.

“Bugger it all!” Snape breathed, awaiting his inevitable demise.

“That’s the plan,” Draco stated, leaning forward and kissing Snape square on his lips.

The second Snape felt the spell break, he shoved Draco off and stepped away from the mistletoe. “Draco Malfoy, go to your dorm and sleep it off. You’ve been given an infatuation potion and I personally have never been attracted to prepubescent boys.” Snape turned on his heel and very carefully snaked his way back to his room, silently praying to whatever deity may be listening that no one saw any of it.

+*+*+*+*+

Fred, George and Lee sniggered their way up to Gryffindor tower looking at the moving pictures of Malfoy seducing Snape. They were going to be excellent decorations for the great hall.

sortinghat_fics @ 2006-07-26T19:56:00

2006-07-27T00:57:00Z

Title: James Potter and Poetry Do Not Mix
Author:Christie//Ravenclaw
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing(s): Remus/Sirius
Warnings: Boy kissing
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Feedback: Always, I’m a comment-whore
Summary: A first kiss story
Word Count: 922
AN: Written for tellmeakiss day 13 prompt "Mulan Song" As an answer to the prompt, I blantantly stole the lines and had Moony say then. This is me giving the credit to Disney.

“Moony!” James burst into the dorm panting. “HELP!”

Remus looked up from the game of chess he was playing with Sirius. “Um… Alright, Sirius is probably close to…”

“Checkmate!” Sirius said, cutting Remus off. “So, Prongsie, what seems to be the problem?”

“Sod off Padfoot! I want Moony, not you!” James stated.

“What can I do for you, Prongs?” Remus asked, smiling benignly.

“Poetry,” James answered. Remus raised an eyebrow; so James barreled on. “One of the Prewetts, the straight one, wrote Lily a love poem. She was getting all gooey about it and there is no way in Hell that I can allow that bastard to get My Lily!”

Remus laughed a little and shook his head before responding. “First off, the straight one is Gideon. You really should be able to tell them apart by now. Gideon has short hair and likes girls and Fabian has hair almost as long as Sirius and likes boys. Secondly, ‘that bastard’ is your friend and teammate. Third and finally, I will help you write a love poem for Lily.”

“I’ve got a better plan. You write it and I’ll put my name on it!” James tried to give Remus puppy dog eyes but fell very short.

“Then it would be me seducing Lily and I think there are at least two of us that don’t want that.”

“Are you saying Lily isn’t good enough for you? What’s wrong with her?”

“What’s wrong is that if I ever dated her I’d be betraying one of my best friends in such a way that would probably get me murdered.” Sirius watched the play by play and was almost falling off the bed laughing. “Let’s move on to the poetry writing before this becomes bloody.”

“Fine, how do I write a love poem?” James asked with a sigh.

“Your best bet is to just describe her and how she makes you feel. Using figurative language and not talking about her tits or her arse.”

“So, what do I talk about then?”

“Prongs,” Remus sighed, rolling his eyes. “If the only thing you like about Lily is arse and tits, I’m not helping you!”

“Well, I also like her hair and her eyes and the way she speaks her mind, like when she fights with teachers about morals and principles and how she refuses to be a real member of the Slug Club. I love how she cares about her friends as much as I care about you idiots. I love it when she’s all sweet to the ickle firsties we torture.”

“Ok, that’s better.” Remus smiled at James. “We write about that. Only if you want it to be a poem you need to make it sound pretty and I would suggest leaving out the part about torturing first years.”

“How?” James asked, the look of utter confusion on his face was hilarious.

“Let’s practice on Sirius,” Remus said with a devious smirk. He’d gotten fed up with the inane laughter coming from the overgrown puppy. “Prongs, describe Padfoot poetically.”

“No.” James and Sirius said in unison.

“Fine,” Remus sighed. “Describe Sirius un-poetically, I’ll turn it poetic as an example and then maybe you’ll be able to turn your Lily list poetic.”

James looked at Sirius for a minute. “Ok, well, he’s a really good beater, fast, strong, powerful. He’s really good at confusing the other players.”

“I wasn’t really going for Quidditch skills, but I’ll work with it.” Remus thought for a few minutes before reciting, in a dreamy voice, “He’s swift as a coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon, with all the strength of a raging fire, mysterious as the dark side of the moon.” He blushed a little when he finished. “Sorry, somehow the moon always manages to work its way into my poetry.”

“Wow, you got a crush on Padfoot or something?” James asked bluntly.

Remus blushed at least ten shades redder than he already was. “No,” he squeaked. It was obvious no one believed it.

“Moony,” Sirius said. He tried to figure out what else to say.

“It’s alright, Moony,” James responded calmly. “Padfoot has the hots for you too.”

Sirius shot James a death glare before turning back to Remus. The two boys just stared at each other for what felt like and eternity. “Well, Moony, it’s true.” Sirius sounded insecure and nervous.

“Um… Prongs, would you mind if I talk to Pads alone for a minute?”

“Sure mate. I’ll be in the common room attempting poetry. Come help when you can.” James grabbed some parchment and a quill and headed out.

Remus turned back to Sirius, who was worrying his bottom lip. “Really?” Remus asked nervously.

“Really!” Sirius said with a sigh.

Remus moved so he was sitting right next to Sirius. “Really really?”

Sirius put his hand on Remus’ shoulder. “Really, Moony.”

Remus leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to the corner of Sirius’ mouth. “Me too, Pads.”

♥-♥-♥

James had been in the common room working on his poetry for ten minutes when Remus and Sirius came downstairs. Sirius walked up to James and smacked him on the back of his head.

“What the bloody hell was that for, Padfoot?” James shouted.

“That’s for having a big mouth!” Sirius stated with a smirk.

“Obviously it worked out well if the big doofy grins on your faces are any sign,” James huffed.

“Trust me brother o’ mine. If it hadn’t worked out, you’d be getting much worse than a smack in the head.”

sortinghat_fics @ 2006-07-22T13:38:00

2006-07-22T18:39:20Z

Title: Innocence
Author:Christie//Ravenclaw
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing(s): Remus/Sirius
Warnings: Boy kissing
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Feedback: Always, I’m a comment-whore
Summary: A first kiss story
Word Count: 916
AN: Written for tellmeakiss day 5 prompt!

Remus dragged himself out of bed shortly after noon the morning after the full moon. He hadn’t been to badly hurt; he just needed rest. When he got to the living room of the flat he shared with Sirius, he was frozen in shock by the view.

“Alright, who are you and what have you done with Padfoot?”

“Huh?” Sirius grunted over the top of the book he was reading.

“Are you actually reading poetry?”

“This poem is about me!”

“Really?” Remus collapsed on the sofa next to his friend. “How so?”

“Rolling-in-money, screamingly-funny, well-hung!” Sirius said with a smirk. “Me, me and me.” The smirk turned into a grin when Remus rolled his eyes but smiled and laughed as well. “I’m a bit worried though. The poem says I’m dying young!”

“Stop it, Pads!” Remus snapped, his smile abruptly giving way to a grimace. “Don’t even joke about that!”

“Well, it’s likely that I’m going to die, you know. I’m in the middle of a war and the other side has personal reasons to hate me.”

“Pads, please, don’t talk about it. I don’t care if it’s likely or not. I don’t want to ever have to live without you!” Remus realized that perhaps he said something wrong when Sirius began staring at him. “Or James and Peter and Lily.” Remus added after far too long of a pause to even pretend he’d meant to say that originally.

“Sorry, Moony.” Sirius scooted closer to Remus and threw an arm around his shoulders, drawing Remus in. Remus laid his head on Sirius shoulder. “I won’t talk about it anymore. For what it’s worth, I don’t want to live without you either.” Sirius paused intentionally. “Or Prongs or Wormtail or Evans.”

“Besides, the poem isn’t about you at all!”

“Are you trying to say I’m not rolling-in-money, screamingly-funny, or well-hung?”

“I will concede the first two points. I will also be forced to concede to the last based on the things the girls who you’ve shagged have said, even though I have no personal proof. I’m saying you are not innocent.”

“What? How’d you know about that line? I didn’t even tell you that one?”

“As the poets have mournfully sung, Death takes the innocent young, The rolling-in-money, The screamingly-funny, And those who are very well-hung. WH Auden. Page 97.”

“Moony, how?”

“Has the fact that you’re looking at my well-worn book where every page has notes in the margins escaped you?”

“Fine, right. Moony is a genius and has every book he owns memorized! Moving on. What makes you think I’m not innocent?”

“The easiest answer is all the girls who profess the truth of the last part.”

“Did you ever think all those vicious trollops could perhaps just be besmirching my good name?”

“Are you confessing that you aren’t well-hung?”

“One, I am VERY well-hung and willing to strip right now to prove it. Two, I’m confessing that I’m still a virgin.”

Remus stared at Sirius. Sirius was feeling very uncomfortable under Remus’ glare.

“Stop looking at me as though I just grew a second head.”

“I don’t believe you,” Remus finally said.

“Why not?”

“You’re you! You’re gorgeous and charming and popular. Bloody Hell Sirius, I’m not even a virgin.”

Now it was Sirius’ turn for shocked staring. “Really, who’ve you shagged?”

Remus blushed. “That’s not important. Besides, you can’t be telling me that all of those girls were lying.”

“I’ve fooled around with some of them. Been close to actually shagging, but I didn’t feel it with any of them.”

“Didn’t feel what with any of them?”

“IT!”

“What is IT?”

“Love, I think, I mean I’m not waiting for my soul mate or anything, though I’d have to say that’d be neat, only ever being with the person you’re going to spend forever with. I just don’t want a meaningless shag. I’m a complete girl, aren’t I?”

“I don’t know. It’s sweet.”

“So, who’ve you shagged, and why’d you never tell me?”

“Well, I didn’t tell you because I think I did it wrong. It was… weird.”

“Weird how?”

“Well, isn’t it normal for the boy to be more into it than the girl? She said it was amazing and I thought it was crap. I never spoke to her again.”

“Not going to tell me her name?”

“Not a chance.”

“You said you think you did something wrong. I think perhaps you were fantastic and she was crap, hence the reactions.”

“I’m not sure about that?”

“Moony, as long as we’re on the subject, have you ever been in love?”

“Yes,” Remus answered quickly and then grimaced at the admission.

“Will you tell me who?”

Remus was almost frightened by the vulnerability in Sirius’ voice. “I’m not sure I could say.”

Sirius leaned forward and pressed his lips to Remus’. The kiss was chaste and lasted the briefest of moments. “Can you tell me now?” Sirius asked, staring at his hands.

“You kissed me.”

“Um… yeah… how do you feel about that?”

“A little confused. Did you mean to kiss me?”

“Yes.”

“Did you want to kiss me?”

“Yes.”

“Had you ever wanted to kiss me before?”

“Yes, lots of times.”

“Would you ever want to do it again?”

“Yes, lots!”

“Well, then.” Remus leaned forward and captured Sirius’ mouth with his own. This kiss was far from chaste.

“So, gonna tell me who you’ve been in love with?” Sirius gasped as the split apart for air.

“You, it’s always been you!”

Sun King ~ Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

2006-07-06T01:32:46Z

Title: Sun King
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
Summery: It's the first official day of summer for the Marauders.
Author's Note: Written for Prompt #47 'Summer' at slash_100. Was partly inspired by The Beatles song Sun King
Disclaimer: All of the characters mentioned here belong to JK Rowling.
Feedback: Yes please

“Moony’s the Sun King!” Sirius declared laying an intricate crown of daisies upon Remus’ sun kissed golden brown hair.

Remus raised an eyebrow as Sirius fell back onto his arse in the grass “Why me?”

“Yeah why him?” James asked, his bottom lip sticking out in a pout. It wasn’t that James wanted to wear a crown made of daisies, but he’d been the one who’d had to put up with Sirius’ apparent Beatles obsession since they returned home for the summer Holidays and he thought it only fair that if anyone deserved any title with king in it, it was him. It wasn’t that James didn’t like the Beatles, in fact he liked them just as much as the next teenager; Muggle or Wizard, but almost the moment they’d set foot in the house Sirius had been playing Abbey Road or Revolver over and over again and James often found himself humming either Octopus’s Garden or Here Comes the Sun when he least expected it.

“Because unlike you, Prongsie, the Sun King doesn’t go all wibbly.” Sirius flashed a grin showing off his straight teeth, one of the signs of his aristocratic upbringing.

James stuck his tongue out at Sirius as Remus attempted to remove the ring of flowers from his head. “Pads, wibbly isn’t even a word.”

“It is now.” Sirius slapped Remus’ hand away from his head, “Moony, you’re going to ruin it.”

“Isn’t Moony being the Sun King an oxymoron or something like that?” Peter asked using one hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he watched his friends.

Sirius brought one hand to his chin and feigned a look of deep thought. “Quite possibly, but I can never tell the difference between irony and an oxymoron.”

“Sirius, I look ridiculous.” The teenaged lycanthrope protested trying to no avail to remove the flowers once more. It was the first official day of summer, school was over for another year and the four Marauders were currently situated under an old Oak tree in the Potters’ backyard, lounging and generally being lazy.

“So if Moony’s the Sun King does that make you his Sun Queen, Pads?” James smirked at his best friend.

Sirius threw a small handful of grass blades at James “Don’t be daft. I’m Mean Mr. Mustard. Peter is Polythene Pam,” the light haired boy arched an eyebrow at Sirius. “And you, my friend, are Maxwell.”

“Maxwell?” James inquired brushing the blades of grass off his jeans. “And who might I ask is Maxwell?”

Sirius looked as if James had committed some heinous crime and let out a disappointed sigh. “The bloke with the silver hammer, Prongs. You know, Bang, Bang Maxwell’s Silver Hammer came down on his head.”

“Can I hit you in the head with this hammer?” Peter and Remus sniggered.

“Wow James, that’s so incredibly witty.” Sirius threw another handful of grass blades at the bespectacled boy. “Did you come up with that all on your own?”

“Sirius, can I please take this thing off my head?” Remus groaned; being a gay teenaged werewolf was enough for him without the addition of flowers in his hair.

The former Black heir simply stared at his boyfriend for a moment before responding in a manner that caused James to groan and flop down on his back in the grass.

“Quando paramucho mi amore de felice carathon.” Sirius moved impossibly closer to Remus, his breath ghosted over the boy’s neck and face, “Mundo paparazzi mi amore cicce Verdi parasol. Questo abrigado tantamucho que canite carousel.” He delighted in the faint blush painting Remus’ cheeks.

“Do you even know what language that is?” Peter asked, he was extremely impressed that Sirius had been able to memorize the foreign language.

“I know that mi amore means ‘my love’.” Sirius didn’t actually look at Peter as he said this as he was too busy nuzzling his nose against Remus’ throat. “And that’s all that really matters.”

James rolled his hazel eyes, pulling himself up to sitting again and turned to Peter “Why don’t we leave the Sun King and Queen alone,” Queen was said a little louder and directly in Sirius and Remus’ direction then the rest of the sentence. “And go see if my mother needs any help with lunch.”

“That’s probably a good idea.” Peter got to his feet and him and James headed towards the house leaving the other two Marauders to their own devices.

Once sure that James and Peter had gone into the house, Sirius pounced on Remus, knocking him backwards into the grass and began attacking Remus’ neck with his mouth; the daisy crown falling from Remus’ head in the process.

“Sirius,” Remus squirmed beneath the other boy, trying hopelessly to push him off, “Sirius, what if James’ parents see?”

“They won’t see.” Sirius mumbled against his skin, running one hand up Remus’ side beneath his shirt, “Prongs will keep them busy.”

“You can’t be serious about this?” True he and Sirius had shagged in some interesting places since they’d gotten together, but James’ backward in broad daylight was not one of those places and if Remus had his way wouldn’t be added to that list.

Sirius removed his hand from under his shirt and propped himself up on an elbow, smirking down at Remus, getting lost momentarily in those gorgeous amber eyes. “Don’t fret, my Moony, I simply wanted a taste of the Sun King.” Remus’ blush deepened at Sirius’ words. “I might be a tad bit of an exhibitionist, but James witnessing us having sex twice is plenty.”

Remus quirked an eyebrow at him “A tad bit of an exhibitionist? And if I remember correctly you didn’t exactly tell James to leave either time he walked in on us.”

“Alright so maybe I don’t care if James sees, but I couldn’t possibly chance Mrs. Potter seeing. After all I’m the pure, tormented lost little boy she took in to protect from his evil mean family.”

“Pure? More like impure, Sirius.” His lips turned up slowly at the corners.

Now Sirius couldn’t exactly deny that and he had no desire to, “Impure as the driven yellow snow.” Sirius didn’t give Remus a chance to respond as he lowered his head, pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss before sitting up completely and frowning “Oh dear.”

“What is it?” Remus asked, still lying on his back in the grass.

Sirius reached over him to retrieve the crown of daises from there it had fallen, forgotten by the Sirius-appointed Sun King. “Your crown is all crushed.”

Remus wore a look of mock disappointment on his face as he sat up and pulled the flowers from his boyfriend’s hands. His eyes scanned the ring of daisies before stopping on the least crushed one, which he separated from the rest and tucked behind Sirius’ ear along with a lock of black hair. “I suppose I’ll just have to be the Sun King without his crown.” He leaned forward, giving Sirius a quick peck on the lips before standing and holding his hand out for him “Let’s go see if lunch is ready.”

“That’s a spiffing idea, King Moony.” He slid his hand into Remus’ and the two headed towards the house. The slightly bent daisy still tucked snuggly behind Sirius’ ear.

sortinghat_fics @ 2006-05-26T18:00:00

2006-05-26T23:02:22Z

Title: Non-Tradtional Family
Author:Christie//Ravenclaw
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing(s): past Remus/Sirius and Present Remus/Tonks.
Warnings: Remus has a drinking problem during certain parts.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Feedback: Always, I’m a comment-whore
Summary: During his time undercover with the werewolves, Remus is forced by Greyback to infect another person ... a child/teenager. He deals with it badly and packs his bags. But when the newly made werewolf is rejected by its family, Remus finds he can't leave it to fend for itself or to be raised by the main pack. When he gets back to reality, though, a certain someone isn't very happy with his decision.
Author's Notes: Set after HBP. Hogwarts is closed. Even though I am aware that Tonks’ hair changes color by her whim, I’m playing on the fact that sometimes her emotions change her hair against her will. ladybiue came up with the name Ulric Theron mentioned because she is brilliant! And of course hugs and cookies to the amazing betas that are silverkit and ladybiue

One Week Before the Full Moon

”Brother Lupin, I have a mission for you.” Fenrir Greyback stalked towards Remus. Remus swallowed hard. The approach of Fenrir always caused bile to rise in Remus’ throat.

“Yes sir, what would you have me do?”

“Brother, how many times must I tell you? I do not like being referred to as sir. Call me father.”

Remus bowed his head, a sign of supplication. “Yes father. What would you have me do, father?”

“I have recently discovered the ancestry of the most successful werewolf hunter in the history of England. His name was Ulric Theron. His name literally means 'wolf hunter.' He lived up to his name indeed. In his time he murdered a record fifty-seven of our ancestors,” Greyback paused; it was his way to offer a moment of silence when speaking of werewolves who had died.

After an appropriate silence, Remus interjected, “I know the story of Ulric Theron, father. I was also under the impression that his line had ended with him.”

“Of course you believed that. I was undertaken by that myth as well. I am sure you also knew that I have been searching for any way to reign down my lasting revenge on his line. I discovered recently that he fathered a child. The mother never told Theron about his son. It has been two centuries since that man murdered our kindred, but we shall finally have our revenge. You are the privileged member of the pack who will carry out the sentence.”

“Father?” Remus knew the order was coming. He would be given a name and a location. He would be expected to go there just before moonrise on the next full moon and turn the person, probably a child.

“Dennis Creevey. He is the youngest son of a muggle family. He and his brother are muggle-born wizards. He would be in school right now if it weren’t closed.” Greyback handed Remus a small piece of parchment with the Creevey’s address on it. He took the slip of paper; he was already forming a plan on how to warn the Creevey’s and still appear loyal to the pack. He was going home the next night in order to take his wolfsbane. He would have complete control of his senses during the coming full moon.

“Oh, and brother Lupin, you are not going home in the morning. I know you want to fuck that little shape-shifting bitch of yours and take your little house pet potions, but you will be a wolf when you meet the boy.”

Remus’ eyes went wide with fear. He knew he had lost. Greyback was going to force him to attack the Creevey boy and then he would be expelled from the pack, leaving him at the mercy of the Ministry. Assuming Remus wouldn’t just kill himself first.

The Evening Before the Full Moon

The Creevey’s lived in a small house on the outskirts of a small village. Remus was tied up in the bushes a few meters outside their lawn. He could see the two boys playing in the backyard, but they couldn’t see him. He was tied roughly and gagged; none of his bindings would survive the transformation. Remus had been chained in the caves where the pack met since he’d received his orders. It had been a week of no food and regular beatings.

Now, ten minutes from sunset, Remus’ face was tear-stained as he prayed, to whoever may be listening, that the two energetic little brown haired boys would go into their home and lock their doors. They had been out in their yard all day, both proudly wearing their Gryffindor scarves in defiance of the fall chill sweeping through the air.

Five minutes to sunset!

“Colin, I’m hungry.”

“Me too.”

That’s right, you’re hungry go inside to eat.

“It’s a good night for a picnic, init?”

No, god why?

“Brilliant Dennis! I’ll get us some sandwiches and you go get the picnic blanket out of the shed.”

Three minutes to sunset!

Why did it have to be a Gryffindor? A student from any other house would have the good sense to run inside the house when the howling began. He had no doubt that this small Gryffindor will come out and investigate the howls as soon as they begin.

The sun set. The familiar pains began. The first howling shriek escaped Remus’ lungs. Dennis Creevey spun toward the source of the sound. There was another howl. Dennis inched slowly toward the bushes behind his house. Another howl and Remus was gone. In his place a wolf was growling. There was a bit of rope hanging loosely from his wrist and a bit of cloth stuck in his teeth. Dennis stared into the eyes of the wolf.

Neither boy nor man has any memory of the rest of the night.

The Full Moon

Dennis was holding the picnic blanket. He threw it at the wolf, confusing it for a moment. He turned and ran. He could hear the wolf behind him; he kept running. He could feel the wolf's breath; he kept running. He felt the teeth sink into his shoulder; he fell to the ground crying out at the pain.

Colin was the first to hear the disturbance. He looked out the kitchen window in time to see the wolf sink its teeth into his baby brother. He knew what was happening. His brother was being attack by a werewolf. He guessed it was Greyback; rumors were he liked children. He grabbed his grandmother's good silver out of the china cabinet and ran to the back door.

When Colin got outside, he saw that his brother was still moving, struggling against the wolf. Colin began hurtling the silver at the wolf. His aim was precise and the wolf reacted as if it were fire being thrown at him. The wolf ran off into the night. Colin picked up his brother and dragged him into their house.

Morning After The Full Moon

Dennis woke up in the hospital he was born in. His parents didn’t know what had happened and were too panicked to listen to their older son telling them to take Dennis to St. Mungos. Dennis was sore everywhere. There was a larger pain on his right shoulder; marked by a silver wolf bite shaped scar. Dennis looked around the room; his brother was sitting at the foot of the bed, eyes glistening with tears.

“What happened?” Dennis muttered.

“You were attacked. It was a werewolf. Mum and Da don’t believe me. I tried to get them to take you to St. Mungos, but they just don’t know what is going on.”

“So, I’m going to be a werewolf then?”

“Yeah… Bloody Hell Dennis, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Colin.”

“I’ll get you out of here. We’ll go to St. Mungos. I’ll take care of you.”

“It’s all right, Colin.”

~*~*~*~

Remus woke up in a small wood just outside a little village. The last thing he remembered was two boys going for a picnic. Anything could have happened. All he knew is that whatever happened, it was bad and it was his fault.

Remus stole some clothes off a line and tried to make his way home. He needed to find out what had happened.

Two Days Past The Full Moon

Colin never left his brother’s side. Their parents tried to make Colin come home, but he refused. There was no one in the room besides two small boys.

“You should go home, Colin,” Dennis said gently.

“Not a bloody chance!”

“Good, I’m glad you’re here.”

“I sent a letter to Professor McGonagall. Hopefully she’ll be able to help Mum and Da understand what’s happened to you.”

~*~*~*~

“Minerva, I have to talk to you!” Remus stumbled into McGonagall’s office clinging to a bottle of firewhiskey.

“Remus, I’m sorry, I don’t have time right now. I just got a letter from a student saying there has been a werewolf attack,” McGonagall snapped.

“Dennis Creevey?” Remus asked in a dejected tone.

McGonagall froze. She turned toward Remus. “No, tell me it’s not true Remus!”

“I couldn’t do anything about it. They stopped me from getting my wolfsbane. They knew I was taking it. They put me where I needed to be. They tied me up with bonds that I couldn’t break and the wolf could.” Remus was crying.

McGonagall, ever level headed, shot into action. “I have to go and make sure that Dennis gets to St. Mungos. Colin wrote and explained everything. He thinks it was Greyback. We’re going to let them keep thinking that. You are going to go home. Nymphadora has got to be going out of her mind with worry. You better not drink anymore either!”

Three Days After The Full Moon

McGonagall arrived at the Creevey residence early in the morning. She got Dennis into St. Mungos before lunch. Once Dennis was settled, McGonagall took Colin and his parents back to their home. It was time for explanations.

“So, our son, he’s dangerous?” Mrs. Creevey’s voice was shaking.

“He is dangerous for one night a month, that is it! The rest of the month he is the same boy he has always been.”

“But Colin told us that Dennis will fell the pull of the moon days in advance and be sick for days after.” Mr. Creevey tried to sound confident and failed miserably.

“Dennis will probably feel a bit sick for a day or two before the full moon. During the full moon, when a wolf isn’t allowed to run free, it turns its aggression against itself, self mutilation, that is. Dennis will need a great amount of care after each full moon.”

“Um… Professor, is there any way to keep Dennis from hurting himself during the full moon? Isn’t there a potion that helps a bit?” Colin knew the answer to this question already and was just trying to give his parents some hope.

“Yes, Colin, there is. Wolfsbane potion helps the wolf keep the human mind during a transformation. I should inform you though, that it is an extremely complicated potion. I only know a few people who can make it properly. One of whom is Severus Snape. However, the ingredients are rather expensive.”

Mr. Creevey paced around the room. Mrs. Creevey stared at her hands and whimpered. Colin sat in his chair staring out the window, figuring out what jobs he was qualified for that would get him enough money for wolfsbane potion for his little brother.

~*~*~*~

Tonks arrived at Remus’ flat early in the morning. She found Remus passed out on the sofa still clutching an empty bottle of Old Ogden’s. “Wotcher Remus! You’re alive!” She flung herself at Remus. Remus groaned and sat up. “I was worried sick.”

Remus winced at the volume and pitch of Tonks’ voice. He blinked as he watched her hair change from a grayish brown to a grayish blue. He shook his head trying to remember what emotions those colors meant. The brown was sadness; he’d seen that when he wouldn’t be with her. The gray was a fear and worry color. Blue was relief. So she was scared and worried and sad. Now she was scared and worried and relieved. He shook his head again; it was too early, and he was too hung-over, to attempt to translate Tonks’ emotional color scheme. He shook his head one more time. He realized Tonks had been talking the entire time.

“Are you all right, love? Would you like some tea?” Tonks asked sweetly.

No! “Yes,” I want another bloody bottle of firewhiskey. “Tea would be lovely.”

Tonks entered the kitchen and busied herself with the tea making. She knew something had to be dreadfully wrong for Remus to have gotten this drunk. Remus was known to have an occasional nightcap, but he wasn’t a drinker. The relief that had come over Tonks upon seeing Remus was quickly slipping away. Her hair was losing its blue hue and turning charcoal.

When the tea was made and Remus was a little more awake, Tonks began again. “What happened, love?”

Remus stared into his tea and began to cry as he told Tonks everything.

Four Days after The Full Moon

“Colin, where are you going this early in the morning?” Mrs. Creevey asked, coming out of the kitchen.

“I was going to head into London and check on Dennis, see how he’s getting on. I was going to find out when he can come home.”

“Colin, dear, Dennis isn’t coming home.”

“What! Did something happen? Did he get worse over night? I thought the healers said he was getting better. Mother, TELL ME!” Colin was bordering hysterical.

“Colin, I don’t want you going to see that creature.”

“Creature? Mum, it’s Dennis. Just Dennis. He’s the same as always.”

“No he’s not, Colin, he’s not Dennis anymore. He’s a monster, a blood thirsty monster.”

“No! He’s Dennis! He’s still my baby brother!”

“Colin, you are not to see him! Do you understand me?”

“No, I don’t understand you at all! He’s your son. How can you just forget he exists? He’s your baby.”

“That monster is not my baby. That Greyback monster killed your brother, my baby. In his place there is another terrible monster.”

“You’re wrong, Mum! If you just came with me to the hospital, you’d understand.”

“No, Colin, I am not going to the hospital and neither are you. Now go to your room!”

~*~*~*~

“Remus, what are you doing?” Tonks grabbed Remus’ wrist, her hair barely had any charcoal in it anymore. Her hair was red, not Weasley ginger, but red. She looked as if her head was on fire.

“I’m having a drink.” Remus said, voice mildly slurring.

“A drink! A drink means one, Remus! You’re no longer on A Bottle!” Remus squinted as Tonks yelled at her. Were there sparks in her hair? Remus wondered. “Stop bloody squinting at my hair! LISTEN TO ME!”

“What do you want me to hear, Tonks?” Remus looked down into his bottle.

“You should go see the boy. You need to talk to him before someone from the pack comes and collects him!”

“Don’t you think that Alastor or Minerva would be better suited to that?”

“The boy was at Hogwarts when Crouch was posing as Alastor. Dennis is petrified of the man. He respects Minerva, but like all Gryffindors, he’s got a healthy fear of Minerva.”

“I can’t face him, Dora. You don’t know what I’ve done. You can never understand. I proved I’m a monster and gave that boy a life of hell. I can’t do it.” Remus took another swig of his bottle.

Tonks sighed. “I’m trying to understand and be supportive, but you won’t let me. Is there any point in me being here?”

Remus looked down at the table. Merlin, I wish the Marauders were here, they’d understand. “Yes, Dora, I want you here. I need you here.” I doubt she’s buying this. I don’t even buy it. I need my pack!

“I’d be more convinced if you were talking to me and not the bloody table. Look me in the eyes and say that and I may not leave.”

Remus met Tonks’ eyes. She looked like she was either about to cry or scream. “I wish Sirius were here,” Remus mumbled. When Remus heard Tonks’ sharp intake of breath, he realized the alcohol in his system just killed his inner monologue. “Merlin Tonks, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I love you, Remus Lupin! Merlin help me, I love you like I’ve never loved any other living person. Yet, right now, I can’t look at you. Stop drinking. You’re a raging arse when you drink. I’m going home. I will be back. If you’re drunk when I come back, I’m going to kick your arse.”

“Sometimes, you really are like Sirius.” Remus winced at his no longer inner thoughts. He could almost hear Tonks grinding her teeth.

One Week Before the Next Full Moon

Remus was exiting the Leaky Cauldron. On Tonks’ insistence, he’d cut back on alcohol, when he knew she’d be around. She had left that morning on a mission with Kingsley. He finished up the research Minerva had assigned him. He brought it over to Grimmauld place in time for lunch. He had a bite with some of the other Order members. He then proceeded on to the Leaky Cauldron. He arrived at about two in the afternoon. It was half past ten when he stumbled out the door carrying a bottle of Old Ogden’s in a paper bag.

He was stumbling down the street when he heard a loud clatter coming from a nearby alley.

~*~*~*~

Dennis had no where to go. He hadn’t told Professor McGonagall about the letter from his parents that said he wasn’t allowed to come home. He hadn’t been able to say a word when Professor Moody was in the room. He still kept the letter from Colin that said he’d try and find a way to make their parents understand, and if he couldn’t he’d find a place so that the Creevey brothers could be together. Until then, Dennis was a fourteen year old werewolf who was living on the streets and eating out of the dumpsters in the alleys behind the fancy muggle restaurants.

He wasn’t even sure when the full moon was and he didn’t know how he’d be able to protect himself and others on his first transformation. Professor McGonagall said she’d explained it to his parents. He was sitting in the alley that he was currently calling home. This would be his third night in it. In one hand he had a nearly empty bottle of vodka that he’d stolen. In the other he held a bottle of liquid drain cleaner, also stolen. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for suicide, he was hoping the vodka would help him decide.

Dennis stared at the two bottles and suddenly felt sick. He tried to stand up so that he wouldn’t vomit on the small bed he’d made himself. He fell over a rubbish bin, causing a loud clatter. Dennis vomited and passed out face down in the alley.

~*~*~*~

Remus turned into the alley. The lighting was bad and his vision was blurred by too much alcohol. He thought he saw a small boy lying on the ground. He hit himself with a hasty sobriety charm. It took him from utterly pissed to foggy.

He looked back into the alley; there was definitely a boy passed out on the ground. Remus jogged over and picked the boy up. He nearly dropped the boy again when he saw the face. Lying, passed out, in his arms was Dennis Creevey. The shock sobered Remus the rest of the way. He snapped into action, apparating to his small flat, leaving his firewhiskey in the street.

~*~*~*~

Dennis woke up in a bed in a small flat. His head was splitting and he was certain he was going to vomit again.

“Wotcher cutey!” Tonks walked over and sat down near the bed. “My name is Tonks. You feeling all right?”

Dennis opened his mouth, trying to answer. No words came out, but he did feel the nausea increase.

“Of course he doesn’t feel good.” Remus attempted a smile as he sat down on the other side of the bed. “I’m guessing this is your first hangover, Dennis.”

Dennis nodded. He was scared and he felt miserable. He was still incapable of speaking, so he couldn’t ask his captors any questions.

“I’m Remus Lupin. I was a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts before you got there. I taught your brother.” Dennis didn’t even look up and Remus sighed. “Here, drink this.” Remus handed Dennis a cup of what appeared to be tea. “It’s good! It’s a hangover potion. My friend Sirius made it when we were in school. I was the one who thought to mix it with tea and honey to make it taste better.”

Dennis took a few sips. It worked very quickly. A few more sips, and Dennis found his voice. “Where am I? Why am I here? How do you know who I am?”

Remus took a deep breath, cleared his throat and began. “You’re at my flat. You’re here because I found you passed out in an alley. I know who you are because I am a werewolf too. I am also a member of an organization called the Order of the Phoenix. We heard that Greyback turned someone else. Professor McGonagall told me your parents were planning on taking care of you.”

“Why did you not tell Professor McGonagall that your parents had rejected you?” Tonks asked.

Dennis shrugged and sipped his potion.

“Well, you’re staying here,” Remus stated simply. “We’re going to try talking to your parents again. I’m going to be taking care of you until they accept you and let you come home, or until Hogwarts reopens.”

“Why do you care about me?” Dennis asked, his voice was small and he was staring at his cup.

“Greyback turned me too.” Remus was looking at his hands. “I was turned when I was six. I know what it is like to be alone and scared.”

Five Days Before the Next Full moon

Dennis woke up in a comfortable bed for the second day. He had been scared yesterday. After spending the day with Remus and Tonks, he was comfortable. Remus was warm and friendly and made fabulous tea. Remus allowed him to ask anything he wanted to know about being a werewolf, and he answered truthfully. Remus had even sent a letter to Colin and told him that Dennis was there, and offered Colin an open invitation for tea. He’d contacted Ginny Weasley to be a go-between, a perfect excuse for Colin to need or want to come to London. Remus was like an uncle. Dennis felt like he may have found a home. He was about to leave the small bedroom and inquire after a cup of tea, when he heard voices. Dennis crept to the door and sat watching the argument.

“He’s not a pet, Remus! If you feel lonely, get yourself a puppy,” Moody growled at Remus.

“Piss off, Alastor. I know he’s not a bloody pet. He’s a scared kid. He’s a scared kid who’s going through something that I’ve been through. I’m trying to be helpful.” Remus snapped back.

“And he’s got me. He’s not entirely lonely.” Tonks didn’t sound as confident as she wanted.

“Tell me you’re not keeping him for redemption, Remus!” McGonagall, as always sounded strict and severe.

“Redemption? I’m unredeemable! That’s not why I’m taking care of the boy. He needs someone.” Remus seemed to be losing his steam.

Minerva took a deep breath; she trained her expression into something she hoped was soothing. “Remus, there are other people who can take care of him, people with more experience raising children.”

“He’s fourteen years old,” Remus snapped. “He’s raised! Now he just needs a friend to look after him until he can figure things out for himself.”

“We can be a family for him, Minerva!” Tonks chimed in. She tried not to visibly wince at Remus’ scoff.

“Tonks, we are not a family. You and I haven’t exactly figured out what the hell we are yet. Now we’re parents together? Dennis has parents. He has a brother. He just needs a home at the moment.”

“I’m just saying that maybe the two of you should move into my flat. I’ve got two rooms so you can stop sleeping on your lumpy sofa.”

“Tonks, we’re not going to set up house, ok. I haven’t even figured out if I’m not entirely queer. I’m just going to look after the kid, not adopt him!” Remus grimaced inwardly. What is it about members of the Black family that forced him to entirely lose all of his quiet reserve?

“Let’s have end to this. You two can settle this as soon as Minerva and I decide whether or not we’re letting him stay here,” Moody interupted.

“Remus, I just want to hear for absolute certain that you aren’t keeping him just because you turned him.”

Remus was about to answer when he was interrupted by a gasp and a thud as Dennis fell into view. “No! That’s wrong. I was bitten by Greyback not Remus! You said so. You told me it was Greyback.” Dennis was actually yelling at McGonagall. When he realized this he ran. He ran past the four shocked adults and out the door.

Remus was after him before anyone. He was ready to make a mad dash and chase him through the whole of London. He nearly tripped over the small boy on the stoop. Dennis was curled up and crying. Remus sat down next to the boy; he was contemplating the appropriateness of a hug when Dennis leaned into Remus’ body. Remus wrapped his arms gently around the boy. “I’m sorry, Dennis. I’m sorry I lied to you and let them lie to you. I am not trying to keep you here to forgive me, but I do want you to stay. It’s up to you.”

“Why?” Dennis sniffled. “Why did you do it?”

“I was forced. Greyback wouldn’t let me take the potion that lets me keep my mind when I transform. He tied me and gagged me in the bushes near your house so that I couldn’t get free but the wolf could. I tried so hard to get away and not hurt you, but there was nothing I could do.”

“No, why did you lie?”

“Professor McGonagall said it would be better; she claimed that it was Greyback’s fault and we should lay the blame on the monster that deserved it.”

“I don’t want to go somewhere else. I like it here. I didn’t realize you’d been sleeping on the couch.”

“It’s not as bad as Tonks’ made it sound. I find it quite comfortable.”

“Is it ‘cause Tonks can’t find an excuse to stay over then?” Dennis couldn’t help cracking a small smile.

“So, you heard that part of the conversation too?”

“You should be nicer to Tonks’ about that. She really likes you.”

“Wasn’t this supposed to be about me comforting you?”

“Well you should be nice to her.”

“The fact that I’m at least bi doesn’t bother you?”

“Colin was completely in love with Harry Potter. That crush actually started to fade a bit but he’s got a thing for Ron Weasley now too. He hasn’t officially told me this, but I know ‘cause I see the pictures he takes. Nothing dirty, just lots of certain people and rarely ever any girls.”

“So, it doesn’t bother you then?”

“Nope, but I really think you ought to…”

“Be nicer to Tonks. Yeah, I think I got that bit.”

“We should go back in; Professor McGonagall needs to hear that I’m staying with you.”

“She heard!” McGonagall’s voice came from the entryway. “I think Alastor and I made our decision,” McGonagall stated. “If Dennis wants to stay here, then he shall.”

“So, everyone is making a point of listening to my private conversations?”

“Thanks for sticking up for me, kiddo,” Tonks said. Dennis blushed. “I’ve got to get home. I left the wolfsbane simmering.” Tonks apparated back to her flat. McGonagall and Moody went on their ways as well shortly after. Remus and Dennis headed inside for breakfast.

sortinghat_fics @ 2006-05-26T06:29:00

2006-05-26T11:34:01Z

Title: One Year
Characters/Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2429
Summary: Memories, celebrations and getting past it all.
AN: the blue text is quoted directly from an episode of Buffy!

Remus sat on his bed looking at the day planner he'd gotten from his mother. It was a two year calendar that started January 1st, 1976. Remus looked at the calendar and sighed. It was April 2nd, 1977. He'd survived his sixth April Fools day as a Marauder. He turned the page and froze. There, in large black letters sprawled across the page for April 3rd, read the words "The Moony and Padfoot Official One Year Anniversary EXTRAVAGANZA!!!" Remus couldn't move. He remembered when Sirius had written that. It had been on there one month anniversary.

"Morning, Moony," Sirius whispered into Remus' ear, eliciting a large grin. "Do you know what today is?"

"Hmm…" Remus smiled, feigning forgetfulness. "What could today be?"

"Mean Moony," Sirius said, lightly slapping Remus' belly while trying, unsuccessfully, to feign annoyance. The slap turned into a caress and the fake pout quickly turned into a grin.

"Could it possibly be the date that my devastatingly sexy boyfriend has been counting down to for the past week and a half?" Remus stated as Sirius began nibbling his collarbone.

"Perhaps," Sirius stated, pausing to speak before moving from Remus' collarbone to that spot just below Remus' ear that always makes him do that growly moan thing that Sirius loves.

"Happy One Month Anniversary, Pads."

"I've never been in a relationship that lasted a full month."

"You've never been in a relationship that lasted more than a week!"

"Well, you're different. You're better. You're Moony!"

Remus blushed a little and just kept grinning.

"Get up, Moony. You need to get ready." Sirius jumped off the bed and began rummaging for clothes in Remus' trunk.

"I don't want to go to class. It's my anniversary!"

Sirius turned back to his boyfriend with a look of complete and utter shock. "Remus John Moonikins Lupin! Do you honestly think I would allow you in a single classroom or library or institutions where there are books on our anniversary?!?!"

Twenty minutes later the two boys were running through the outskirts of the forbidden forest, periodically pausing to snog one another. It was a beautiful May morning filled with sunshine, chirping birds, blooming flowers and all that other romantically poetic stuff that belongs to May and being in love.

"Sirius," Moony said quietly as another snogging session was giving away to more boyish running. "I just want you to know that I can't think of a better way to spend a day."

Sirius turned and smiled rakishly at his boyfriend. "Just wait and see what I have planned for our one year anniversary."

Remus stopped in his tracks. "You think we'll be together for a year?"

"Don't you want to be?" Sirius' grin had vanished in a blink and was now replaced with a worried frown.

"Merlin, yes! Of course I want to be with you in a year and forever after that, but you're you! You will, obviously, eventually realize you've been dating a skinny, ugly, boring werewolf and will go off and find someone else."

Moony had barely finished his tirade before he was slammed up against the nearest tree with an angry looking Sirius Black pinning him there and staring directly into his eyes. "Moony, you are a fit, beautiful, brilliantly exciting boy. I want to spend a year with you. I want to spend a million years with you. I don't want to spend anytime without you. I lo… I love you!"

Remus blushed under Sirius' intense stare but didn't look away. "You really love me?" When Sirius nodded, Remus wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and kissed him soundly. "I love you too Padfoot."

"Let me see your planner," Sirius asked. Remus gave him a confused look. Sirius reached into Remus' back pocket and pulled the planner out. "Silly boy pretending you don't carry this everywhere." Sirius pulled out a quill and his wand. A few minutes later after much scribbling, wand waving and page turning, Sirius handed the planner back.

On the page of May 3rd 1976 Sirius had written, "Moony and Padfoot One Month Anniversay. Both confessed their undying love to one another."

On the page of April 3rd 1977 Sirius had written, "The Moony and Padfoot Official One Year Anniversary EXTRAVAGANZA!!!"

"And they are spelled so you can't cross them out or alter them in any way!"

In September, after that night, Remus had tried to remove those entries from his planner, but Sirius had been right; they were not coming off.

Remus sat on his bed staring at the entry and remembering. He thought he had moved past all of this. He and Sirius could be in the same room again with only the barest hints of tension. Yet, every time he thought he was fine with where the world had lead him, he'd run across something like this and he'd find himself with a tear streaked face gasping for air as he drowned in the memories.

"Hey, Moony, you finish the Arithmancy homework. I was trying to help Wormy, but I think I just confused him more so I want to check and make sure I got it right."

Sirius and Remus locked eyes for a moment. "Moony, what's wrong. Why are you crying?" Remus ran from the room and locked himself in the bathroom. Sirius approached Remus' bed and saw what had caused the uncomfortable moment. He mentally cursed himself while fighting back his own tears.

~*~*~

Remus spent the rest of the day dreading the next. Luckily, Sirius was no where to be found. Remus went to bed curled in on himself and silently cried himself to sleep.

~*~*~

Remus woke up early the next morning. He was hoping to hide from Sirius all day, but Sirius was already gone. Remus took a deep breath and opened his planner again. He tried to rip April 3rd out of the book, but Sirius' spells were too good. He was about to toss the whole damned thing into the fire when he felt a familiar pull behind his navel and new before he landed that this was part of Sirius' grand anniversary plans.

He landed in a room at the Three Broomsticks. The bed was strewn with rose petals and there were scented candles making the room smell spicy and enticing. There were bowls of chocolates and strawberries and whipped cream. Remus would have melted in pure romantic ecstasy if he weren't so furious at Sirius for not canceling these plans after…

"It was too late to cancel everything when… everything happened. I guess I was just hoping that maybe you'd want to be here when the day came." Sirius was standing by the door looking nervous.

Remus turned a scowl on him. "For Merlin's sake, Sirius. How could you do this to me?" Remus felt like he was about to explode. He was furious and achingly sad and all he wanted to do was be able to want to fall into that bed with Sirius and let the pain drain away.

Sirius' eyes clouded with tears as he watched the emotions play across Remus' face. "Can't we just go back to this, back to where we were? Do you really still hate me that much?"

Remus shook his head in exasperation. He looked Sirius in the eyes. "You still don't get it, do you? This hurts because I can't hate you. I've never stopped loving you. That's where the pain comes from!" Remus turned and left Sirius staring blankly after him.

~*~*~

Remus walked back to the castle cursing the perfect spring weather. Didn't the world know it should be pouring down rain for this walk? Remus was in no mood to have twittering blue birds attempting to cheer him up.

He spent the rest of the day numb. He barely noticed anything or anyone around him.

Remus was going to skip dinner and go straight to bed after classes. He arrived in his room to discover a note on his bed. It simply said, "Sorry." There was no signature, but there was no question about who it was from. Remus sighed; he knew he needed to actually talk to Sirius. They hadn't had an actual conversation since that night.

He grabbed the map from James' nightstand and quickly said the password. He found Sirius' name in the Astronomy Tower and was surprised to find he wasn't alone. He was there with Lily!

~*~*~

Sirius stared at the door Remus had left through, gaping. He was frozen to his spot for several minutes before he began throwing his tantrum. He threw the bowls with the sexy snacks all over the room, making a gigantic mess.

"Fuck Moony!!! I don't get you!" Sirius dropped to his knees panting and fighting back his tears.

When he'd composed himself and fixed the room, Sirius headed back to the castle. He left a piece of parchment on Remus' bed that said "Sorry" and left the dorm with no intentions of returning that night. He spent the day hiding from everyone. He was successful until just before dinner when Lily grabbed his collar and slammed him into a wall. "What the bloody hell did you do to Remus this time?"

"Piss off, Evans! I'm not in the mood for the queen of Gryffindor to explain what an arse I am right now."

"Too bloody bad, Black. Remus is my friend and he has that broken look again. I want to know what brought it back!"

"Listen, I get it! I can never make it better. I'm a complete wanker and it's all my fault, but wankers have some fucking feelings too! Wankers can have broken hearts just as much as sweet boys with pretty golden eyes!" Sirius growled at Lily before storming through the nearest door. The stairs startled him for a moment, but he collected himself and stormed up to the Astronomy Tower. Lily followed closely on his heels. She laid a hand on his shoulder and could feel him trembling beneath her touch. Sirius had been fighting back tears too much in the last twenty-four hours; they came exploding from his eyes before he could stop them. Lily wrapped her arms around him and let him sob into her shoulder. This was definitely a first. Sirius was not a vulnerable person. This was what Remus found when he peeked through the door. He didn't move in and break the peace, he just watched.

"Sirius, what's wrong?" Lily asked when Sirius finally calmed enough.

Sirius took a deep breath and pulled away from Lily. He sat down on the bench by the door and sighed. "It's our anniversary today." Sirius made a sound that landed somewhere between a sob and a chuckle. "If I hadn't been the world's biggest prat, Moony and I'd be celebrating our one year anniversary."

"Sirius, these things take time. Remus may still come around. If he loves you…"

"He says he does, but I don't know anymore. All the love is just buried by all the hurt I caused. I don't think I could ever love me again if I were Remus. I guess, I just hoped that he'd see through it all, like he did in the beginning."

"What do you mean 'like he did in the beginning'? I wasn't aware that you betrayed him before this."

"I didn't, but I was a mess. Prior to realizing I was in love with Remus, I made a point of snogging every bird that held still to prove that I wasn't queer. I even called him a shirt-lifter once. I've always been a bastard, and, yet, Moony seemed to see through it and love me despite it all. I guess I just pushed it too far. I know I'll never be able to get over him. It'll kill me, but I hope he can move on and be happy again. He needs to be happy."

Remus was crying, again. "Lily," he squeaked, causing both Lily and Sirius to jump. "Can I talk to Sirius alone for a minute?"

"Sure." Lily gave both boys a sad smile as she left.

Remus and Sirius sat in an uncomfortable silence for several minutes before Remus actually began to speak. "You know it's not fair, right?"

"Lots of things aren't fair, Moony. Care to tell me which one you're talking about."

"You shouldn't have been the one to do it. The first person who I fell in love with should have broken me. Then you should have shown up and I'd know what real love was and I'd be healed. Unfortunately, you weren't just the first love, you were… and, well… are the only one."

"Moony, you don't…"

"No, I do! I need to do this. I can't be completely without you. The hole is too big. We should start over from the beginning. Picking up where we left off isn't a good idea."

"Moony, are you saying…"

"It's just so much to work through. Trust has to be built again, on both sides. We have to learn if we're even the same people we were. If we can fit in each others lives. It's a long important process and can't we just skip it? Ca... can you just be kissing me now?"

It took a second for Remus' words to sink through the fog of Sirius' mind and another for Sirius to close the distance between them, but then they were kissing, hungry desperate kisses. Hands were clutching on for dear life. Knees buckled and sent the boys sprawling on the stone floor with Remus on top straddling Sirius' hips and gasping into his chest. "I can't be without you anymore," Remus gasped. "I feel broken, like I'm only a piece of the old me! Fuck Sirius, I need you! Can't bloody live without you!"

Every nerve in Sirius' body was on fire. He was terrified he'd wake up from this beautiful dream any moment. Remus crushed their lips together again causing Sirius' head to connect with the stone floor, painfully. He let out a barking laugh when the stars cleared out of his eyes and Remus was still there. Sirius grabbed Remus' wrists, flipped them over and pinned Remus to the ground. Remus stared up at him, biting his lower lip. "Mine!" Sirius growled. "Never letting you go again." Sirius kissed Remus and bit the lip Remus had been nibbling as he pulled away.

"Happy Anniversary, Pads!" Remus whispered.

Both boys were caught in giggling sobs as the tension between them slipped away and they fell seamlessly into there old rhythm.

sortinghat_fics @ 2006-05-26T06:18:00

2006-05-26T11:23:38Z

Title: Great (this is a relative term) Minds Think Alike
Author: Christie//Ravenclaw
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Ron, Ginny/Draco, Hermione and all the Weasleys
Rating: G
Summary: Harry and Ron have a similar gift giving ideas

December 20th
3pm

“Ginny, are you sure Ron won’t think this is utterly and completely ridiculous?” Harry asked Ginny for the thousandth time since he had picked her up from the burrow. They were walking down a street in muggle London toward the shop where Harry had ordered Ron’s gift. Harry wanted Ginny’s specific opinion on his present for his boyfriend, her brother.

“It’s sweet, Harry,” Ginny stated with a giggle, throwing her arm around his shoulders. “Worse case scenario, he’ll laugh a little and then shag your brains out because he thinks it’s cute. You really don’t have to worry; Ron thinks everything you do is adorable.”

“I’m a pathetic sappy loser.”

“You are a sweet, wonderful boyfriend who just happens to be a little bit on the sappy side,” Ginny said with a giggle, massaging Harry’s shoulders lightly. “You’re the bottom aren’t you?”

Harry choked on the air and blushed from head to two. “Merlin’s beard Ginny, why are you asking me that?”

“As the ex-girlfriend and the sister, I think I have a right to ask.”

“Tell me about yourself and Malfoy and I’ll tell you about Ron and me!”

“Draco is totally my bitch. He’s so whipped he basically does anything I say, not that he minds in bed,” Ginny said, reveling in the fact that Harry had turned even redder.

“Bloody Hell, I really didn’t want to know that!”

“Your turn,” Ginny smirked again.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake Ginny, yes, I’m the bottom. Your brother fucks me up the arse on a regular basis!”

“I love messing with you,” Ginny giggled, kissing Harry on the cheek.

6pm

“Spill,” Ron said as Harry entered 12 Grimmauld Place carrying several bags. “What’d you get me and why did my sister need to help?”

“What makes you think I was out buying your present today?” Harry asked handing Ron his packages. “Like a good boyfriend, I had your gift secured weeks ago.” Harry smiled warmly as his lover dug through the bags and only found wrapping paper and other such simple items. Ron was too distracted to notice Harry check his pocket for Ron’s gift.

“So, what did you need Ginny’s help for?” Ron asked, brow furrowing in confusion and lower lip sticking out in a disappointed pout.

“Did you know I have the cutest boyfriend in the whole world?” Harry asked, leaning forward to nibble the protruding lower lip, successfully distracting Ron from silly questions that he didn’t need the answers to just yet.

December 24th
7pm

“Honestly Ronald,” Hermione huffed. “I would have figured you would have gotten Harry’s present weeks ago!”

“I did, technically,” Ron shrugged. “I just need a final opinion.” Hermione sighed in exasperation. Ron and Hermione were walking down a street in muggle London toward the shop where Ron had ordered Harry’s gift.

“Am I pathetic?” Ron asked.

“For waiting until Christmas Eve to buy your boyfriend’s gift, yes. For the gift itself, no. Actually, it’s really sweet. You’re finally making a gesture of love without Harry having to do it first.”

“You know that means I’m stupid, right? It doesn’t mean that I don’t love Harry. I do love him you know.”

“I know, Ron.” The two stopped for a quick hug and then continued on to the shop.

11pm

Draco was placing the gifts he and Ginny had just finished wrapping under the tree. There were two small packages that caught his eye. Both were tiny boxes nearly identical in size. One was very neatly wrapped in gold paper with a red bow and tag that read “To Ron, From Harry” in a delicate flowing script. The other appeared slightly bigger on account of the sloppy wrapping job. It was wrapped in red paper and gold ribbon and had a tag that read “To Harry, From Ron” in Ron’s big sloppy lettering.

“Bloody Gryffindors,” Draco said out loud. “They get each other the exact same thing and they can’t even wrap gifts in anything but Gryffindor colors.”

December 25th
6am

“Harry, you awake?” Ron was shaking Harry’s shoulder. “Come on baby wake up, it’s Christmas!”

“Did you know that you are even cute when you wake me at ridiculous hours of the morning?” Harry asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Please get up. I can’t wait for you to open your present!”

Despite Ron’s pleading, Harry waited for the rest of the Weasleys, and other assorted guests, to come down before opening his gift. Luckily, most of the Weasleys were just about as patient as Ron and everyone was downstairs before 6:30.

“Here you go, Ron,” Harry said handing Ron his gift. “Open yours first.”

Ron was far too impatient to start a no-you-open-yours-first type of argument. He ripped the shiny gold paper and opened the small box on the inside. He gasped when he saw the simple gold band staring back at him.

“Ron, love, will you marry me?”

The entire room fell silent. Molly’s eyes were full of tears, Ginny was grinning and Hermione looked shocked. All eyes were trained on Ron.

Ron looked up at Harry and started laughing. Ron collapsed onto Harry’s lap in fits of laughter. Just before Harry was about to shove Ron off and go up to their room to pout, Ron thrust his gift to Harry into his hands. Harry opened his gift and suddenly got the joke as he looked at an identical shiny gold band.

“Harry, I’d ask you to marry me, but since you already asked, I’m going to just assume this works for an answer.”

Harry tackled Ron to the floor and kissed him soundly, to the sounds of a room full of cheering Weasleys.

sortinghat_fics @ 2006-05-25T21:20:00

2006-05-26T02:23:16Z

Title: Becoming Marauders
Author: Christie // Ravenclaw
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing(s): Marauders, Bellatrix, Lily, Snape, Hagrid, McGonagall, Dumbledore and Arthur Weasley.
Warnings: Slight hints at pre Remus/Sirius slash and it’s a slightly fluffy story
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Feedback:Always, I’m a comment-whore
Summary: First day of school for an eleven-year-old Remus: the train ride, his Sorting, his first meeting with the other boys.
Summary: The Challenge basically covers it.
Author's Notes: I love my Beta readers silverkit, ladybiue, and bittybecky

A small, jittery tawny-haired little boy sat in an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express. He was contemplating his internal balance of scared versus excited. He was thrilled; he knew he should never have been allowed to go to Hogwarts because of what he was. He was petrified that someone would find out. He took a deep breath and settled on an even balance and decided the best cure for his nerves would be rereading Hogwarts: A History for the umpteenth time that month. He’d read five words before the peace of his compartment was interrupted by a commotion just outside his door. He opened the door to see two extremely beautiful dark haired children, one male and one female, screaming at each other.

“You are a waist of skin Sirius. Your mother should have drowned you at birth.”

“Was anyone asking your opinion Bella? I was merely wondering if my dear cousin Andry wanted to be elsewhere.”

“You were trying to help Andromeda disgrace our family as much as you’ve disgraced yours. I hope you know that I will be watching you.”

“The Hell you will. I will own this school in a few days!”

“We’ll be in Slytherin together and we’ll have all the same classes and you won’t be able to do a thing about it.”

“If I’m sorted into Slytherin, I’m going to kill myself.”

“If you aren’t sorted into Slytherin your mother will pull you out of school and send you to Durmstrang and you bloody well know it!”

“Shows what you know. Durmstrang wouldn’t take me.”

Both of the dark haired battlers seemed to think they had won the argument at this last comment. Bellatrix turned back into her compartment and slammed the door. The audience that the fight had accumulated also began to return to their compartments now that the show was over. Remus just stared at the boy. After his cousin slammed the door he lost his smirk and looked as if he was on the verge of tears. Remus had been looking forward to a nice quiet ride to his new school, but he couldn’t leave this poor boy alone.

“Um…,” Remus cleared his throat as the dark-haired boy turned and locked eyes with him. “If you need a place to sit, my compartment is empty. Well, except for me.” Remus smiled sheepishly.

Sirius’ face remained emotionless. “Sure.” Sirius dragged his trunk into the compartment, hoisted it onto the overhead rack and plopped himself onto the seat opposite Remus.

Remus wasn’t very good at opening conversations and Sirius didn’t seem to be in a very talkative mood. He reached for his book and was about to start reading when he noticed that Sirius was staring at him.

“So,” Remus said. “What was that all about?” Remus saw Sirius’ face get stony and tried to get out of the question. “I mean if you want to talk about it. You don’t have to.”

Sirius’ smirk returned. “She’s my cousin,” Sirius laughed as though his comment explained everything.

“You were talking as if you already knew what house you’re going to be in. Did I miss something? I thought no one found out until dinner tonight.”

“You didn’t miss anything. It’s just that every single member of my family, for as long as history has been around, has been in Slytherin.”

“And you don’t want to be in Slytherin?”

“Only the idiots in my family want to be in Slytherin.”

“What house do you want to be in?”

“Gryffindor. That would piss my parents off most. How ‘bout you? By the very large book in your lap I’m guessing I’m sitting across from a future Ravenclaw.”

“I really haven’t put much thought into it. I do read a lot, but I don’t know where I belong.”

“Well, don’t worry about it. We’ll all find out soon enough.”

“Did your parents really try and send you to Durmstrang?”

“Mom wanted to, but Dad said that I needed to be at Hogwarts so they could keep an eye on me. The way they talk you’d think I was some kind of monster like a vampire or a werewolf”

“Parents!” Remus choked out. Suddenly the balance of fear versus excitement was tipping.

“Hey, we’re getting close; we should probably change into school robes.”

Remus turned his back on Sirius reaching for his trunk. For a moment there he actually suspected he might have made a friend. Remus no longer believed that he was destined to have any friends. Once they were both changed, Remus picked up his book hoping that his action would end the conversation.

Sirius stared at Remus for a few minutes. He was obviously bothered by something, but Sirius could only think of one thing that he may have said or done that upset his new friend. “Was it something I said?”

Remus’ head snapped up. “No!” He responded a bit too quickly.

“I’m not a vampire. I’m not a werewolf either. See, I’m wearing a silver chain. That proves I can’t be a werewolf. It’s a cross so that proves I’m not a vampire.”

Remus shrugged.

“Mental note, I’m never going to be able to impress you with my knowledge. You’re too brilliant for me. I’ll just have to win you over with my charm and boyish good looks.”

“Does it really count as boyish good looks if you are in fact still a boy?”

“I plan on retaining them until I’m 90. Then you my dear friend… I don’t know your name.”

“What?” Remus was startled by the abrupt change of topic. He did a quick mental scan of the conversation and realized he had indeed skipped the integral ‘hi my name is Remus J. Lupin, what’s yours?’ “I’m Remus. I forgot the whole intro part because I caught your name during the earlier battle.” Sirius wasn’t going to let Remus ignore him for the rest of the train ride.

“So you pureblood or are you a mud- I mean muggle born? Merlin, I’ve got to fight back that shite. It’s just that I’m so used to hearing it from my family. I didn’t realize saying mudblood was rude until I was at Diagon Alley last week. I felt like such a bloody arse and I think I really hurt this girl’s feelings. Lucky for me she had a hell of a right hook. So, I said it, she hit me, I yelled at her and asked her to explain herself, she did, I felt bad and begged forgiveness pleading ignorance, and she laughed and walked away. It’s my fault for being born a Black.”

Remus was fighting back a smile. He still had to be careful around this boy. He was still a werewolf. “My dad’s a pure blood. Old blood. The Lupin’s. My mom was the muggle girl he fell in love with that caused him to be excommunicated from his family.” Sirius smiled. He no longer cared which house he ended up in, as long as it was the same as the one Remus Lupin ended up in.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Remus and Sirius talked and laughed for the rest of the train ride. When they got off the train they were herded off with the rest of the first years by a large man. They climbed into one of the little boats followed by a red haired girl, specifically the one who Sirius had accidentally called a mudblood at Diagon Alley. A boy with glasses and dark messy hair who was trailing a shorter, slightly chubby blonde boy tried to follow her onto the boat.

“Um, there is not enough room for two people in this boat. Sorry!”

“We can squeeze.”

“No! We’re full,” she snapped as she reached out and grabbed a boy who was walking alone hunched over and hiding his face behind a curtain of greasy hair and pulled him onto the boat.

Sirius smiled and threw an arm around the girl’s shoulders. “Don’t worry mate, I’ll keep an eye on her,” Sirius said with a wicked wink at the messy haired boy who was getting visibly irritated.

“So, Miss Evans, you’d rather share a boat with a couple of Slytherin blokes like Snape and Black. Just don’t be surprised when they call you a mudblood and throw you out of the boat.”

“Don’t worry pal. She can handle herself. She’s already hit me once for that and I don’t make the same mistake twice. Oh, and just so you know, the name is Sirius, I prefer to ignore the Black part. It makes people uncomfortable.” Remus was watching Sirius amazed. His smile never faltered and his tone was beautifully polite, but even the thickest person alive would hear the threat below it. Sirius was going to fight for a new image if it killed him.

“I, however, will not sit in a boat with a filthy mudblood,” Snape mumbled as he climbed out of the boat. It was hard to tell who actually succeeded in tripping him, but Sirius and the once again smiling boy both tried. The result was a small muddy Snape jogging away towards the other boats and an instant friendship between two dark haired boys.

“So, Evans is it? Can we let this nice boy into our boat?” Sirius asked the red head fixing her with a pair of puppy dog eyes that would make Snoopy jealous.

“My name is Lily, and I don’t want the boat to sink before I get to the school.” Lily looked around for any other excuse to keep the dark haired boy out of the boat. Her gaze locked on Remus as if she just realized he was in the boat. “You haven’t had much of an opinion. Do want to die before we get to Hogwarts?”

Sirius turned his puppy eyes from Lily to Remus, as if Remus wasn’t already planning on agreeing with him. “Well, no I don’t think I’d enjoy dying at the age of 11, but I doubt that a boat that can hold our guide and three other first years is going to sink with the weight of five eleven year old students.”

“Cheers mate!” Exclaimed the sloppy haired boy as he and his friend climbed aboard. “I’m James Potter. I’m a Gryffindor, or at least I will be shortly. This is my friend, wait, what’s your name again?”

“His name is Peter! Peter Pettigrew! He must have reminded you fifteen times on the train.”

“I’m Sirius Black. This here is my friend Remus Lupin.”

“So, Black, you going to be a Slytherin? You seem like a decent bloke.”

“I have no intention of being in Slytherin thanks.”

“How about you Remus?” Remus jumped a little at hearing Peter speak for the first time. Luckily he could blame his jump on the fact that the boat had just begun to move.

“I hadn’t really thought about it much. Sirius said he expected me to be in Ravenclaw because I read a lot. I’m not sure though. What about you Peter?”

“I think I want to be in Gryffindor…”

“Why is it that all boys want to be in Gryffindor so badly?” Lily cut in. “You know there are other things in life besides bravery. Brains for instance. According to Hogwarts a History all the houses are equally important. It’s just because Godric Gryffindor was such a show off. You’re all saying being a Slytherin is so terrible. Salazar Slytherin was a brilliant wizard and his reason for not wanting muggle-borns in the school had nothing to do with the pure-blood garbage that has been…”

“Yes, you’re right Miss Evans,” Remus interrupted. “The problem is, that’s hardly how it’s viewed anymore. The sorting hat may be looking for the original characteristics, but you can’t deny that those characteristics are connected to the people who cling to that ‘pure-blood garbage’ as you say.” Remus paused for a moment as Sirius and James laughed and clapped him on the back. The other boys seemed to think that Remus had won, but Lily didn’t look like she was ready to give in just yet. Remus was enjoying the attention of the three other boys and wasn’t about to lose this battle. “It seems that you’d like to be in Slytherin then?”

“Well of course I don’t. I’m a muggle-born I wouldn’t be able to get in even if I wanted to.”

“Then what house would you like to be in?” Remus asked feigning a look of sincere innocence.

“I will be happy no matter where I get placed.”

“That wasn’t the question,” Sirius smirked.

“I want to be in Gryffindor, all right?! You win. I think of all the houses, I am best suited for Gryffindor.”

The four boys exploded into laughter. Lily Evans spent the rest of the boat ride pretending they didn’t exist. The boys spent the rest of the short boat ride giggling.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It felt like a million years had passed since their large guide left them in the great hall. Finally, a severe looking witch came in and told all the first years to follow her. No one spoke as the hat that was sitting on the chair began to sing. Remus was trying to focus on the words of the song but his head was swimming. He had lied to his new friends when he said he didn’t know what house he wanted to be in. He had put a great deal of thought into it; he had wanted Ravenclaw. It seemed like a perfect fit for him. That changed the second Sirius had said that he wanted to be a Gryffindor. Now Remus was torn. He was ripped from his thoughts as the hat shouted ‘Slytherin’ after being placed on a girl’s head. When the hat was removed, Remus recognized Sirius’ cousin walking over to the Slytherin tables to a great round of cheering.

“Black, Sirius!” The severe witch shouted. Sirius approached the stool. He was obviously nervous. Remus knew he didn’t want to be a Slytherin, but perhaps the hat wouldn’t know that. There was quite a long silence before the hat shouted…

“GRYFFINDOR!”

There was no applause for a moment. Instead there was shocked silence. Then the whispers…

A Black in Gryffindor?

Is this some sort of trick?

He’s a Slytherin.

I thought the hat didn’t make mistakes.

Then someone began to clap. Remus turned to his side and realized it was James. Remus joined in the clapping. Peter was right behind them. Sirius stood, bowed, winked at his cousin Bellatrix and swaggered over to the Gryffindor table. By the time he’d arrived, the whole school was cheering, except for the Slytherins.

Remus listened as a few more students were called to the stool. Each one seemed incredibly nervous before they sat. Everyone nearly skipped to whatever table they’d been assigned. Remus smiled at Lily when she made it into Gryffindor. She half smiled back, but then she caught James’ eye and scowled. Remus was trying to figure out how James could possibly have offended Lily so much in one train ride. He nearly jumped when he heard an L name get called. He knew it would be his turn soon and he was absolutely shaking. He had made a friend and he didn’t want to be pulled away from him now. He was no longer torn; he wanted Gryffindor, but he didn’t think he’d get it. He was a studious Ravenclaw.

“Lupin, Remus.” Remus swallowed hard and walked towards the stool.

“Well, aren’t you a conflicted little wolf!” The hat whispered into his ear. “You look fairly Gryffindorish to me.”

“But I read too much. I’m a Ravenclaw. I’m not brave I never have been,” Remus responded.

“But you don’t want to be a Ravenclaw. I can tell!” the hat said very matter-of-factly.

“Yes, but I’m a Ravenclaw not a Gryffindor.”

“Because you’re not brave?”

“Well, yes.”

“But you are brave.”

“No, I’m really not.”

“Most children with problems like yours would never have had the courage to come to school. Very few people have enough true courage to tell me I’m wrong. Those that do, nearly always go into Gryffindor!”

“So, you think I’m a Gryffindor?”

“I think you’d fit in Ravenclaw, but I think you’d fit in Gryffindor more.”

“Really?” Remus was getting very excited.

“I think we’ve settled this!” The hat stopped whispering and shouted “GRYFFINDOR!”

Remus walked to the Gryffindor table to raucous applause. James whooped from the stage and Sirius hugged him and spun him around. Remus sat down next to Sirius.

“I’m glad we’re going to be together, mate,” Sirius whispered. “Now let’s hope we get that Potter bloke and we’re sure to have more fun at Hogwarts then any other kids could ever even dream of.”

They watched and waited as a few more students got sorted. Then their little companion from the boat got called up and placed in Gryffindor. Remus and Sirius each clapped him on the back, but any further congratulations had to be held off as James was next to be called. Luckily they didn’t have to wait long. The hat was hardly touching the tips of James’ messy hair when it seemed to sigh an ‘oh boy’ and shout ‘Gryffindor’ followed by a loud cheer from the Gryffindor table and a rather raunchy cat call from Sirius. The three newest Gryffindors nearly tackled James to floor as he made his way to the table.

The four boys sat together giggling every once in a while at a funny name or a funny hairdo. Sirius and James both knew a lot of the pureblood students and seemed to have an opinion on every single one. They were able to beat the hat in placing each and every one. When the boy they had accosted as they got into the boats took the stool, Sirius and James looked at each other and said ‘Slytherin’ in unison. The hat agreed.

When all the students were sorted, Professor Dumbledore made a speech. Remus thought he should be paying attention, but James and Sirius’ commentary was much more amusing until he mentioned the Whomping Willow. He told the students that it was an extremely rare tree that professor Sprout had brought to school with her. Remus knew the truth. Dumbledore had come to his home a week ago and explained the precautions that would be taken. The tree was to keep students from stumbling into his monthly prison.

Once the food appeared on the plates, Remus was back to joking and laughing with his new friends. He hoped he’d be able to hold onto the friendships as long as possible. He knew that if they ever found out his secret, they’d never speak to him again. He concentrated on enjoying every minute of his friends. Remus thought Sirius was right, no one could ever hope to have more fun than the four of them were destined to have.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dinner ended all too soon and the four boys followed the Gryffindor Prefect up to their new home.

“My name is Arthur Weasley,” the red haired boy announced. “I’m a seventh year. If you new boys have any questions I’ll be glad to help you out. This will be your dorm. Have a good night boys. Sleep well. Classes begin tomorrow.” With that Arthur turned and walked farther up the stairs. The four boys clambered into their new room. They each found their own beds and flung themselves onto them. They jumped and threw pillows. They laughed as they began preparing for bed; changing into pajamas and brushing teeth.

“Well, that settles it,” Sirius announced as all four boys settled under the covers too excited to sleep. “We have the coolest dorm in the entirety of Hogwarts’ history. In fact I predict that when we leave this place they’ll have to write a second edition of that big book Remus was reading when we get through with this place. It will be called Hogwarts: A Modern History Special Thanks to Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew. Remus’ name goes first cause he’s probably going to have to help write it so they get their facts right.”

“Your title is too long, Black” James announced.

“Well what do you think it’s going to be called?” Sirius said pretending to take offense. The mischievous twinkle in has eye gave away his game.

“How about Hogwarts a History: After the Potter Gang?”

“You have got to be kidding me!”

“We can’t use your name. If we say The Black Gang, people will think we were evil. No offense or anything.”

“I understand not using my name, but what about The Lupin Gang, or the Pettigrew Gang.”

“Ok, I see your point. We need a name. We have a gang and all gangs need names.”

“The Troublemakers Club?” Peter offered.

“That sounds a little pathetic, Pete,” James said. “It’s on the right track though. We are going to be troublemakers, but we want a name that is more dignified.”

“We definitely need to lose the club part,” scoffed Sirius. “It makes it seem as if anyone could turn in an application and join up. We’re closed membership. If you’re not in this room right now, then you’re not in the gang.”

“Marauders,” Remus contributed as quietly as possible.

“What?” James and Sirius asked nearly in unison.

Remus cleared his throat and then spoke a little louder, “Marauders.”

“What’s a murader?” Peter asked.

“A Marauder is a trouble maker, more or less,” Remus answered. “It’s like a pirate or a highway man. Have any of you ever read the book Robinhood? He was a marauder.”

“The Marauders.” Sirius said the words like he was tasting them. “I love it!” He finally said.

“Brilliant!” James smirked wickedly.

All four boys fell asleep, dreaming about what it was going to mean to be The Marauders.

sortinghat_fics @ 2006-05-24T08:24:00

2006-05-24T13:26:42Z

Title: Piano Lessons
Characters: Remus and Sirius and the black family
Word Count: 672
Rating: G
Warnings: This is a no Magic, AU story set in the Jane Austen era!

"And one and two and one and two, keep the time Sirius, do not rush the notes." Sirius Black's Piano tutor carried a ruler and tapped his hands to the time. When a mistake was made, Sirius' hands felt the tap.

"Sirius, as soon as you play the piece perfectly, by Mr. Wellington's standards, you may go out to the gardens and play with your new puppy, Padfoot." Lady Mira Black stated.

"Yes mother, thank you." Sirius was able to play better when he wasn't concentrating on the notes and the keys and Mr. Wellington's ruler. He thought about his new puppy. He'd gotten it from the head games man on his father's lands. Padfoot was a pedigree Labrador retriever, black as ebony, perfect except that one of his paws was slightly turned out, he wouldn't be a very good hunting dog, but Sirius loved him instantly.

Thirty minutes later, Sirius was teaching Padfoot to play fetch. He'd just frightened his baby brother Regulus into thinking Padfoot was already trained to be an attack dog. Sirius enjoyed torturing his brother. He was lucky that his brother wasn't as bright as himself.

Padfoot came trotting back on his misshapen paw, carrying the stick Sirius had thrown and being followed by a small brown mutt.

"Well, hello there little one. Who are you?" Sirius asked, petting the puppy.

"Oy, Moony, where'd you get off too?" A boy about Sirius' age appeared around the hedge. "Oh, pardon me Master Sirius. I didn’t know you were here. My puppy just got away from me. I'll get him out of your way." The boy scooped up his little brown puppy.

"Don't go. Padfoot and Moony, did you say, seem to be friends. It would be a shame to pull them apart." The boy set Moony down and swallowed hard, obviously uncomfortable. Sirius hated that his name and family inspired that emotion in everyone he ever met. It made making friends very difficult. "My name is Sirius."

"I know, Sir. I'm Remus Lupin. My father's your gardener and my mother's your cook."

"My name isn't Sir. There is no sir in my name at all. Please just stay and play with me. I don’t know anyone who's even close to my age besides my dim brother and he's too whiny to be fun."

"Actually," Remus said with a smirk, his nerves obviously gone. "You do have a sir in your name. How old are you?"

"I'm eleven," Sirius stated proudly.

"Me too!"

Sirius and Remus talked and laughed as they watched Moony and Padfoot romping around the garden.

"Sirius, darling, time for tea." Mrs. Black called out into the garden.

Sirius stood and took a few steps toward the house before turning back to Remus. "Remus, I get done with my piano lesson about the same time everyday. My mother usually lets me come out afterwards," Sirius stammered nervously. "Would you be here tomorrow?" Sirius looked up at Remus expectantly.

"Sure," Remus replied with a grin.

The two boys smiled at one another again and headed their separate directions.

~*~*~

For weeks, the two boys met and let their puppies play in the gardens while they talked. Some days Sirius would finish early and he would wait in the garden practically holding his breath until he saw Moony bound around the corner, always followed closely by Remus. Other days, Sirius would be running late and he'd see Remus' face peeking in the window before the end of his lesson.

"You play very well."

"I hate it. Mr. Wellington is cruel."

"I'll hate your tutor too, but I can't hate hearing you play. I always do my best to get here before you're done. I like listening to the music."

Sirius blushed and tossed a stick for Padfoot. Both boys laughed when Moony got it first which caused Padfoot to tackle him.

The next day, Sirius made a point to play slowly. He waited to see Remus' face peeking in the window before he played the latest piece perfectly.

sortinghat_fics @ 2006-05-24T08:10:00

2006-05-24T13:11:32Z

Title: Puppy
Author: Christie//Ravenclaw
Word Count: 1358
Characters/Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Fluffiness and a little bit of angst

Feedback is Love

Sirius needed to talk to Remus. It was very important. Sirius, however, couldn't find Remus. He'd popped over to Remus' flat to tell him the important thing, but Remus wasn't home yet. So, Sirius popped over to that little book shop on Diagon Alley that Remus had been clerking at for far too many hours a day, six days a week.

"Hello, Mr…" Sirius couldn't remember Remus' boss' name. It was silly. One of those long ones with a "ey" right in the middle.

"If you're looking for that friend of yours," Mr. Stupid-ey-name practically spat the word friend. "He is no longer working here! I don't work with werewolves."

Sirius fought back the desire to break this man's nose. The only thing that prevented him, was the knowledge that Remus was out in the city somewhere, horribly depressed. He slammed his way out of the store. Sirius found Remus at the Leaky Cauldron, drinking firewhiskey and giggling like no eighteen-year-old boy should.

"Hey, Padfoot!" Remus squealed, nearly falling off of his bar stool in attempt to hug his friend. Sirius crossed to Remus in two steps and caught Remus. "Been fired 'gain," Remus smirked as Sirius set him back in the stool.

"Maybe we should go home," Sirius suggested.

"Your place or mine?" Remus said, waggling his eyebrows and nearly falling off his bar stool, again.

"Mine," Sirius sighed. "You don't have floo access and you are in no condition to apparate."

"Bully! You've got more alcohol than me!"

Sirius paid Remus' tab, which he'd never be allowed to do if Remus was sober. He steered Remus to the fireplace and they flooed back to Sirius' flat together; Sirius didn't trust Remus to stand on his own at that moment. When they landed, Remus broke away from Sirius' grip and aimed himself towards the alcohol cabinet. Sirius was fully prepared to stop Remus drinking anymore, but, luckily, so was the floor. Remus landed very ungracefully. He entered another fit of giggles.

"Paddy, I'm on the floor."

You do NOT find this adorable. He's hurting and you have to help him not drink himself to death. Well, you do find it adorable, but you must keep him alive. Sirius berated himself staring at the giggling, squirming Remus on the floor.

"Paddy, I want somethin' to drink!"

Sirius pulled Remus up and placed him delicately on the sofa. "I'll get you something if you be a good puppy and stay here."

"'M not a puppy. You're the puppy. Bring me somethin' good."

Sirius returned with a very large glass of water. He handed the glass to Remus and sat on the other end of the sofa. He pulled Remus' feet into his lap and began removing his shoes and socks.

"Hey!" Remus whined. "This is water."

"Yes, water, and if you’re a good boy, I might let you have another drink with alcohol in it." Sirius responded.

"Funny, init?"

"What's funny, Moony?"

"'M usually takin' care of drunk Padsfoot."

"I'd call it fair."

"I had a date tother night."

"Really?" Sirius tried his hardest not to sound jealous.

"Yup, Lily set me up with this bird named… somethin'. I'm sure she had a name."

"Did you have a good time?"

"No, was bloody awful! She giggled lot. She was pretty. Not as pretty as you though. Too blonde."

Remus sipped his water silently for a while, too drunk to mind Sirius staring at him. When the silence had stretched out too long, Remus began tickling Sirius' side with his toes.

"Bad puppy!" Sirius said, capturing Remus' ankles in his hands.

"'M not a puppy! 'M a bloody wolf! Grrrrrr." Remus dove for Sirius, knocking his water to the ground. Sirius caught Remus' miss-aimed lunge and pulled him into a tight embrace. Sirius could feel his shirt dampen with Remus' tears. "Pads, can I not be a werewolf anymore?"

Sirius knew not to answer that; there was no right answer except to let Remus cry. Sirius silently held Remus for several minutes. After several minutes Remus shifted again. He twisted in Sirius' arms and kissed Sirius on the lips. Sirius couldn't think, the taste of Remus was intoxicating. When Remus' hand dropped to Sirius' crotch and started massaging, Sirius was brought back to his senses. He shoved Remus back to the other side of the sofa.

"Pads, I want you!"

"Bloody Hell, Moony. I want you to, but not like this. You're drunk and hurting and I won't take advantage of you like that. You mean too much to me."

"But, I've been waiting so long."

"Me too, Moony. I've been waiting for a long time. I can wait until tomorrow."

Remus began snuffling and the tears started up again. "You think I'm worth waiting for?"

"I'd wait for you forever, Moony."

Remus curled himself into Sirius' arms again. Sirius put Remus in his bed and spent a sleepless night on the sofa. Just before dawn, Sirius stopped trying to sleep. He made a pot of tea and put a hangover potion in it. He put a warming charm on the tea, left a note for Remus and left the flat, transforming into Padfoot in the deserted hallway.

~*~*~

Remus found the note when he stumbled out of Sirius' bedroom.

Morning Moony,
Have a cup of tea. It's still warm and there's something for your hangover in it. I had to get some fresh air. I'll be at the park down the street. If I'm not back when you get up, come join me, if you feel up to it.
Love,
Padfoot

Remus smiled and had a cup of tea before heading out. He jogged to the park, feeling invigorated from the tea and hangover potion. He didn't remember everything from the night before, but the little flashes he did remember: like the taste of Sirius' lips and 'I'd wait forever for you. Moony', desperately made him want to find his friend.

When he got to the park he did a quick scan for tall, dark, and handsome and couldn't find Sirius. A bark and a large amount of giggling made Remus see that he should have been looking for furry, dark, and slobbering. Padfoot was rolling and romping with five little children; it was absolutely adorable. Remus sat on a bench and watched his puppy play with the children. After several more minutes of puppy play, Padfoot paused to pant and let the children catch their breath. Padfoot caught sight, or smell, of Remus then, and he bounded over. He was followed by a parade of giggling children. Padfoot reached Remus and began licking the werewolf's face.

"Don't worry Mister. Blacky won't bite!" Said the first child that caught up.

"Oh, is he your dog?" Asked the second.

"Yes, Remus responded. He's mine. His name is Padfoot."

"Well, thanks for letting us play with him." The first child said again.

"You're welcome, but I need to take him home now. Say goodbye to your friends Pads."

Sirius pounced on the smallest, and last, child, licking his face thoroughly. He did a barking circle around the children before returning to Remus' side.

"I promise to bring him around again!" Remus said to the giggling children.

Sirius stayed as Padfoot for the entire walk home. Remus sat on the sofa and waited for Sirius to change back; he didn’t. Padfoot crawled up on the sofa and turned on his back with his head in Remus' lap. Remus began to rub Padfoot's belly.

"I don't think I'll be able to afford my rent if I don't get a new job by tomorrow," Remus sighed.

Sirius shifted back from dog to boy. "Move in here." Sirius' hand joined Remus' on his chest.

"You'd actually want me?"

"So, you don't remember last night then."

Remus leaned down and kissed Sirius. "I was afraid I was remembering something wrong."

"So, you're moving in this time?"

"I get an apartment and a boyfriend all in the same day? I don't know if I can take that much excitement."

Sirius pulled Remus into another kiss. The two boys spent the rest of their day on the sofa.

sortinghat_fics @ 2006-05-24T07:56:00

2006-05-24T13:00:09Z

Title: Murray
Author: Christie//Ravenclaw
Chracters/Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 593
Rating: PG13 for implications
Warnings: Slash and Fluffiness

Remus looked out the window of his bed-sit. There was only one window and it looked out on the courtyard. Normal humans would call it an airshaft, but realtors and ridiculously cheerful werewolves still referred to it as a courtyard.

"It's got a tree!" Remus would argue. "Who would plant a tree in an airshaft?"

"A landlord trying to charge an extra ten quid for his crappy little bed-sit!" Sirius would reply critically.

Sirius' disapproval had always crushed Remus. Today, however, as he looked out at the top of the lovely flowering tree in his Courtyard he knew the truth. He'd known Sirius wanted Remus to move in with him for ages now, but he was wrong about the Why. Remus always assumed it was the money thing, or lack there of, that was a direct effect of the werewolf thing. Remus didn't want his friend's charity or his pity.

When Sirius had kissed him last night, which led directly to the groping and the removal of clothing and then the most amazing shag of Remus' life, Remus finally caught on. Sirius didn't want Remus to share a flat out of pity, he just wanted Remus.

"I see how it is," Sirius grumbled as he wrapped his arms around Remus' waist. "I do all the heavy lifting while you stand here and say goodbye to your tree in the airshaft?"

"It's a courtyard and do you have any idea how sexy you look doing all that heavy lifting, rippling muscles and all that."

"So, you just want me for my body?" Sirius chuckled.

"And your hair, and your eyes, and your smile and your heart and your soul and… you know I can keep going like this for hours and that won't get us to the shagging any faster."

"To be continued then." Sirius released his boyfriend and prepared himself to carry the next box of books down to the truck the Prewetts loaned them.

"Sirius, can I ask you a question before we get back to work?"

"Course, Moony, anything to take a break from book moving."

"How long?" Remus asked, looking at his shoes.

Sirius raised one elegant eyebrow. "How long… what, Moony?"

"Last night when we…."

"Shagged each other senseless?"

Remus blushed. "Yes, that. Well, you said something like 'wanted this for so long', and I was just wondering how long?"

"Well…" Now Sirius blushed and looked at his feet. "Honestly, since about fourth year. Well, maybe fifth year. I was pretty confused fourth year. Only certain parts of my anatomy consciously wanted you then, if you understand."

"Good grief, we are idiots."

"What do you mean?"

"I've wanted you for about the same length of time."

"Bloody hell, what took you so long?" Sirius pulled Remus into his arms.

"What do you mean ME?" Remus asked laughing against Sirius' shoulder. "Shouldn't you be saying We?"

"Come on Moony, you're the smart one. We know I'm thick!"

The two boys stayed laughing in each others arms for a moment as a gentle April breeze blew in from the courtyard/airshaft. Reluctantly, they released each other and got back to work.

"So, curry take-away for dinner?" Sirius asked picking up one of the last two remaining boxes.

"Sounds good," Remus responded to Sirius' retreating back. When he thought Sirius was out of earshot he turned to his window and looked at his tree. "So long Murray. You've been a good friend in the year I've been here. I'll miss you."

"YOU DID NOT REALLY NAME THE TREE!" Sirius bellowed up the stairs.

sortinghat_fics @ 2006-05-23T21:04:00

2006-05-24T11:14:57Z

Title: Reading
Author: Christie//Ravenclaw
Word Count: 394
Rating: PG for boy kissing
Warnings: Fluffiness
AN: What can I say. I've been meaning to do this and lodessa inspired me to post some of my old fics!

Remus was sitting outside reading on a beautiful April morning. Well, actually he was looking at a book and thinking about Sirius. Sirius Black, the boy who had snogged him senseless the night before. He closed his eyes trying to remember the exact way Sirius' lips felt when they were nibbling on his neck, when he felt something fall into his lap. He opened his eyes to see a large pile of daffodils lying on the book he'd been reading. He looked up to see Sirius standing before him with a wicked grin.

"Um… why?" Remus asked, gesturing at the flowers.

"I was reading this…"

"Wait… you have to give me a second to process this! You were reading!!!"

"Bloody hell, Moony," Sirius sighed flopping down next to Remus. "It took you a great deal less time to process me sticking my tongue down your throat."

"Actually, I've been processing that all day. Anyway… you were reading."

"I was reading this book about how April Fools started. It involved some bird with a funny name 'filling her lap with daffodils' before some bloke carried her off and her mom was hunting for her but it was a 'fool's errand' 'cause she was gone."

Remus didn't reply he just raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I thought I’d do the sweeping you off part now." Sirius was grinning ear to ear as he reached his conclusion.

"As fun as that sounds, don't you and Prongs have some mayhem to cause for this lovely holiday."

"Nope, we're really messing with their heads this year. Instead of attacking today, we're attacking tomorrow, makes the impact of Seventh year April Fool's all the more memorable. It also leaves the day wide open for Moony snogging."

"Sirius, before I let you sweep me off, promise me this isn't a prank. I don't think I could take it if this was all an elaborate scheme. Prongs and Wormtail aren't going to jump out from behind a tree and scream April Fool's in a moment."

"I already told you, the pranks are tomorrow. The boyfriend snogging is today. Don't make that face at me, Moony; I said boyfriend and I meant boyfriend."

Remus grabbed Sirius' hand and pulled him into a deep and hungry kiss squishing several of the lovely daffodils that were still in his lap.

"Aww, Moony, you squished the flowers!"

I Miss My Teddy Bear. Can I Sleep With You?

2006-05-14T16:25:03Z

Title: I Miss My Teddy Bear.
Rating: PG
Author: Christie // sam_can_do_it
House: Ravenclaw
Summary: Sirius needs something soft and cuddly to sleep with
AN I found the teddy when shopping with my sister so this is semi dedicated to her.

Sirius was grinning like an idiot when Remus arrived at the Potter's. Remus knew that meant he wasn't really happy. Sirius never looked like an idiot unless he was hiding what was really going on inside of him. Remus crossed the room and hugged his friend. "I'm glad you're free Pads."

"Aw, come on, Moony. Don't get all mushy on me," Sirius chuckled airily. However, he did hug Remus back a little tighter than normal.

"Kitchen! Now!" James shouted as he entered the room. "Mum made chocolate pudding 'in honor of her new son' don't look at me like that Pads, they were her words."

Remus watched as Sirius' grin faltered slightly. "I'm always up for chocolate pudding. How about you Sirius Potter?" Remus nudged Sirius gently with his shoulder. Sirius nodded and smiled, with a bit more sincerity, following Remus and James into the kitchen.

As the pudding was eaten and Peter arrived and the friends fell into their easy Marauder rhythm, Sirius' false grin dissolved into a true and warm smile.

~*~*~

"Damnit, damnit, fuck, fuck, bloody buggering fuck!" Sirius growled as he dug through his trunk. "Where is he?"

"Where is who?" Remus asked, pausing as he passed by Sirius' room. Indulging in the view of Sirius in nothing but the loose-fitting, low-slung sleep pants.

"No one!" Sirius responded with a jump. "Oh, Moony, don't sneak up on me."

"Sorry," Remus smirked. "So, where is who?"

"Remember when I told you something that no one else knows after I found out about your furry little problem?"

"Mr. Fuzzy Face? You lost your teddy?"

"Fuck, Moony!" Sirius growled, jumping across the room and throwing his hand over Remus' mouth. "No one knows but you! Could you please keep it down?"

Remus moved Sirius' hand. "Sorry, Pads," Remus said, grinning. "Do you think you left him back at Hogwarts?"

"No I'm sure I had him when my mum locked… when I fell asleep in the dun.. basement the night before I left. I must have left him there."

"You think you…"

"I must have." Sirius tried to act like a sixteen-year-old who'd lost his teddy and not a three-year-old who'd lost his best friend. "Oh well," he sighed. "I was too old to have him around anyway."

Remus, in his infinite knowledge of Sirius moods, could tell that Sirius was once again putting up a false brave front. He reached up and squeezed Sirius' shoulder. "Are you going to be alright tonight?"

When Remus squeezed his shoulder, Sirius suddenly remembered he was shirtless and wearing nothing more than his loose plaid sleep pants. He shrugged Remus hand off, knowing that if Remus' hand stayed on his bare skin, Sirius wouldn't be able to keep his other secret. "Moony, I'm sixteen. I can sleep without a toy." Sirius cleared his throat and tried to put on a more convincing facade. "So, where do the Potters have you holed up tonight?"

"Well, Wormtail got the guestroom. I'm on the fold-out sofa in the library. Prongs thought I'd enjoy sleeping with all the books."

Sirius chuckled and smiled a real smile. "Just so I know where to go when I need to pounce you awake in time for breakfast in the morning!"

Remus grinned and rolled his eyes trying, and failing, to fake annoyance. "Good night, Padfoot." Remus turned and headed for the door, Sirius let his gaze fall to Remus' arse as he walked away.

~*~*~

Remus woke up to an earthquake about an hour after he fell asleep.

"Moony, please wake up."

It took Remus a moment to realize the earthquake was named Sirius Black. "No, 'M sleepin'" Remus grumbled into his pillow.

"Moony, pleeease!" Sirius whined.

Remus yawned, stretched, budged over and held up the covers to let Sirius climb in. Sirius did. Sirius moved as closely as possible to Remus and rest his head on the other boy's shoulder.

"What's wrong, Pads?" Remus whispered into Sirius' silky black hair.

"Can't sleep. I miss my teddy bear. Can I sleep with you?"Sirius nuzzled Remus' shoulder as he spoke, causing Remus to shiver. "You're shivering, Moony. Are you cold?" Sirius snuggled closer, a feat Remus hadn't thought was a possibility.

"No, actually, I'm hot." Sirius backed off a bit at Remus' comment. "You're fine though, Pads," Remus responded hastily. "I'm warm but not uncomfortable or anything."

Sirius nuzzled closer again. Remus prayed to whatever higher power might be listening, to keep Sirius from discovering just how turned on he was.

"Sure you don't mind?" Sirius asked, his breath tickling Remus' neck and his hand grazing Remus' belly.

"I'm sure, Pads."

Sirius wasn't sure if he was feeling extra bold or extra vulnerable, but he leaned closer and pressed a kiss to the corner of Remus' mouth. Remus turned his head quickly and bumped noses with Sirius. Sirius moved forward and pressed a kiss full on Remus' mouth. "Do you…. mind… this?"

"Really, Pads?"

Sirius gave Remus another gentle kiss. "What has you confused, Moony?"

"Sirius, I don't want to be some temporary Mr. Fuzzy Face comfort item for you. I can't pretend I haven't wanted this for as long as I can remember, but I don't think I could handle having this and then having you forget it in the morning."

Sirius pulled Remus into a sitting position and looked him square in the eyes. "Remus, I know the timing is a little less than perfect, but I want this. Have for a long time now." Sirius closed the space between them and kissed Remus deeply. He broke their lips and rested his forehead against the other boy's. "You aren't a temporary Mr. Fuzzy Face. Mr. Fuzzy Face was a Moony place holder." Sirius closed their lips again and laid Remus back on the bed.

And for anyone wants to see

Or you can just go on thinking he looks like your favorite teddy!

sortinghat_fics @ 2006-05-11T21:19:00

2006-05-12T01:24:07Z

Title: Born of a Fever
Rating: PG13ish?
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: In which Remus is sick, James and Peter are useless wankers, and Sirius Does Not Think.
Author's Note: Written for the first tellmeakiss prompt, which was swords. Fluffy. Fluff with dialogue, which isn't my typical style, but...I tried. Also, warning? Contains the word "snog", so if you're still on HBP overload, beware. Posted at my fic journal, tracingaladder
House: Hufflepuff
Disclaimer: These puppies? Not mine. JKR's.
Feedback: Is my crack.

Born of a Fever

Just What Mates Do

2006-04-07T03:29:31Z

Title: Just What Mates Do
Rating: PG
Author: Christie // sam_can_do_it
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 1702
Warning: AU No magic everything else gets explained in the fic
AN: Written for tellmeakiss day 16 prompt "wings" this is entirely from James’ POV! This is very different than my normal writing style. I hope it worked!
AN2: Posting it here just to because I think it's a good idea and I'm sorta ridiculously proud of this fic!

Hey, my name is Potter, James Potter. Sorry, I had to do that, I’ve never really done a soliloquy before. Is this a soliloquy? Aren’t they supposed to just be introspective? Alright, so I just looked it up and I’m supposed to be talking to myself if it’s a soliloquy and that would make me just a bit mental. I’m talking to you all. Maybe this is just a monologue. Not the point I guess. So, I shall move forward with my story now. It’s about my room mate, Sirius Black.

We’ve shared a dorm for… Bloody Hell, has it really been 9 years? We met on the train to our uptight boarding school when we were eleven. Contrary to popular belief, we weren’t best mates instantly, nor did our relationship start with a brawl. We ended up as room mates by the luck of the draw and we were scared little sprogs, though we never would have admitted it. We were friends by proximity. It just lasted. Then as we got older and his father decided Sirius was going to be a brilliant business man just like his father and my father decided I was going to be a brilliant barrister, we both decided Oxford would be our best bet and we decided getting a flat together was the right way to go. This is all just background. The real story begins during summer hols after our second year at Oxford.

Neither of us like to go home so we make excuses to our parents about working and taking summer courses, it’s complete bullocks, but then we have our summers. I’ll admit, however, that I have spent a great deal less time with Sirius over the past two summers. It’s all Lily’s fault, beautiful Lily Evans. She went to the same stuffy boarding school as Sirius and me. She pretended to hate me and I pretended not to care. Sirius will never admit it, but I know he did something. He talked to her or something like that and she stopped hating me and started talking to me. I really love Lily; I bought the ring, but that’s not this story. This is my story of paying Sirius back for whatever he did that got me Lily.

The thing is, I spent a great deal of my free time at Lily’s flat. She didn’t like ours. She says it smells; I tell her we’re men and our flat is supposed to smell. All that time over at Lily’s caused me to miss something important. I discovered it by accident when I came home earlier then he had expected me. I was across the street and I watched him kiss his one night stand good-bye. His one night stand was a man. He was maybe a year or two younger than us, eighteen or nineteen. Sirius was a shirt-lifter. Sorry, that’s one of those bad ways of saying it, right? Sirius was gay. Well, naturally I panicked. That is my natural first reaction to everything! I busted into our flat screaming like a bloody maniac. We didn’t speak for two days, which was doubly miserable because I had also pissed Lily off. Basically I lived in my room for the tenure of our fight. Finally, I decided I was capable of being calm. I went to his room and knocked on the door. The second he’d opened the door I basically screamed ‘I’m sorry’ right into his face. He rolled his eyes and smacked me gently and everything went back to normal, sort of. He was definitely a bit more tetchy than normal. I thought for sure it was residual effects of our battle. I made Lily come with me and follow him to a bar. I wanted to prove that I really was fine with his queerness. I honestly freaked because he hadn’t told me. When we got to the bar, I realized how wrong I was.

As it turns out, Sirius is an attractive bloke. He was turning men down for dances and blow-jobs and shags all night. The entire night he sat at the bar, staring at this bloke dancing in one of the cages. At last call, the dancers got down and that’s when Sirius left the bar. He approached the bloke, who was wearing just a pair of red boxer briefs and glitter. He had his charm turned all the way up, but the bloke turned him down. The really shocking thing is that the bloke was blushing. The bloke who was dancing around in nearly nothing all night was blushing. That’s when I came over to talk to Sirius. I think he nearly had a stroke when he saw me.

That night, we talked. We talked for hours. Lily told me that birds do it all the time. Well, believe me when I say blokes don’t. When Sirius and I bond, as Lily calls it, we eat curry, drink ale and watch a football. We’d never talked like this. The thing is, I can see us having more conversations like this. It’s sort of neat. Anyway, we talked. I explained why I’d gone all nutters on him at first and he hugged me. He just up and hugged me! Then, he told me about the bloke in the cage. His name was Remus J. Lupin, and Sirius was in love. We’re not talking thirteen-year-old girl love. We’re talking IT! That thing that makes your stomach fill up with lead butterflies. This Remus bloke was a year older than us. He also went to Oxford and had been in some literature class Sirius had taken. Apparently, he’s as brilliant as he is beautiful. Now, I’m straight, but I can see that this bloke was good looking. He’s also from a very poor family and was a scholarship student. Unfortunately his scholarships didn’t cover everything. In fact, they barely covered anything. Therefore, Remus worked three jobs during the hols and two during term. One of the jobs involved fact checking at a local newspaper. One involved waiting tables. The last, of course, involved dancing, nearly starkers, in a cage at a bar.

Sirius explained that Remus never went home with anyone. He was always claiming that he was too busy. Sirius also said that he almost got Remus to go out with him, but he’d blundered. He was meeting Remus to work on some project for that class, which was two terms ago. They met at some coffee shop and Remus had been really distracted. Apparently Remus’ father had lost his job and Remus thought he may have to drop out to go and help his family. Sirius didn’t realize he was saying anything wrong, but he offered to pay Remus’ tuition and living expenses and then Remus could send his salaries home to his parents. Sirius didn’t mean to crush Remus’ pride. Honestly, Sirius is so, ridiculously wealthy, that paying for Remus wouldn’t even register in the bank books. I’m not near that wealthy. Hence, I get why that would bother Remus. It took nearly two weeks for Sirius to get Remus to speak to him. They were able to see each others points, but things had gotten decidedly colder between the two. Hence, Sirius turned to stalking.

This is where my payback comes in. I had a long weekend to accomplish my task. Sirius had to go home for his brother’s… something or other. I don’t really remember. Sirius’ brother is a miserable little prat. Anyhow, I went to the bar that night, and talked to Remus. I told him that I wasn’t trying to pick him up or anything but I asked him if he’d have tea with me. He said no at first, but I was very persistent. He finally agreed to meet me at a place just round the corner, ironically, the same place where Sirius had made his blunder.

He showed up a little late and I was afraid he was standing me up. Turns out, he’d just gotten off work late. I talked. I told him what a wonderful bloke Sirius was. I told him about all the pining Sirius had been doing, but reminded him that if he told Sirius I had said anything, I’d deny it. I told him everything. Basically I told him this story, up until well, this part. He kept smiling more and more until it was a full out grin. Turns out, Remus had quite the thing for Sirius, but thought that Sirius was just out to give Remus pity. Remus was a proud guy. I did everything I could, but Remus still walked away saying he’d think about it. I didn’t see him again until The Night.

Sirius got back and decided he needed to go to his bar. He’d spent far too many days being brow beaten by his parents and needed a few people to hit on him. He also warned me that if Remus turned him down again, he’d probably pull some other random bloke. He left and I followed him a few minutes later. I didn’t need to trail him or anything; I knew where he was headed. This night, Remus was wearing white shorts, white trainers and wings, long white fluffy angel wings, and of course the obligatory glitter. There was a difference that night. Remus was dancing just for Sirius. They never broke eye contact. Through out the night Sirius didn’t spare a single glance for the blokes he was turning down and Remus didn’t spare a glance for the blokes shoving cash in his pants. Last call came and Sirius headed over. He didn’t get a word out before Remus was kissing him, arms wrapping him in a tight embrace. I could see Sirius shiver from my spot on the other side of the bar. I suddenly felt like I was invading something very private. I jogged the whole way home.

The next morning Remus joined us for breakfast. It was all I could do to not say anything to Sirius about the glitter that was now stuck to his face. Remus never told Sirius about our meeting and I won’t either. It’s just what mates do!