|kat_scratches (kat_scratches) wrote in ficbits,|
@ 2007-08-04 08:53:00
|Entry tags:||hp, nc17, pg, pg13, remus/sirius|
HP fic "And Everything In Between" (PG-NC17) (2/3)
Title: And Everything In Between
Rating: Part 1 is PG, Part 2 is NC17, and Part 3 is PG13.
Summary: Sirius isn't the centre of Remus' world. Sirius is Not Pleased. Marauders-era, and completely spoiler-free, for those of you worried.
A/N: Billions of kisses to kellygreen for the beta, and I'm sorry I was such a nag. You're a brilliant beta, and I love you! Also, this fic was started about a thousand years ago for the incomparable brak4werewolves -- sorry it was so long in the making!
Sirius skidded to a halt just out of reach of the Whomping Willow, heart pounding after his furious run. He glanced up at the rapidly darkening sky; good – the moon hadn’t yet risen. In a breath he transformed. The huge black dog that was his Animagus form immediately flattened to the ground, deftly scrambling past the whipsawing branches of the Willow, and hurtling himself headlong into the tight passage hidden beneath the tree.
He raced along underground, mindless of rocks and roots that miraculously didn’t trip him. In no time – so it seemed – he’d reached the trapdoor to the Shrieking Shack and transformed back so his human hands could work the catch. For a heart-stopping moment Sirius’ hands scrabbled uselessly at the catch before he remembered that he had fingers instead of paws. Finally he wrested the trapdoor open and flung himself through it, swiftly locking it again from the inside.
Behind him, Remus hoarsely said, “Don’t lock it yet. The others…”
“… Aren’t coming,” Sirius finished brusquely. “Pete’s got tutoring, and James… Well…”
“Is in detention?” Remus asked.
“Yeah.” Sirius nodded, finally taking a decent look at Remus. He was perched on the side of the bed, fingers gripping the edge of the mattress hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Nearly didn’t make it in time, Sirius thought. Almost time for his Change.
Remus pushed his fringe back out of his eyes with one visibly trembling hand. “Who’s Peter tutoring?” he asked, brow furrowed. Sirius frowned at the catch in Remus’ voice.
“Not tutoring,” Sirius explained. “Being tutored. By McGonagall. In Transformation, of all things.” They both sniggered.
Suddenly Remus’ back arched at an impossible angle, a low whine escaping his throat. “Change, now,” he gasped at Sirius, who immediately did just that.
The moon had risen.