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Remus J. Lupin (moony_lupine) wrote in pandemansion,
@ 2008-05-13 17:20:00

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remus lupin, sirius black

April 10th; Remus and Sirius
Who?: Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.
What?: Finding each other! - And realizing that something is VERY wrong with this picture.
When?: Afternoon
Where?: 4th Floor
Rating?: PG
Status?: In progress.
Note?: Moved to April 10th because... April 10th seemed dead.

Remus understood maps. In Hogwarts, he had been the artistic and legible genius behind the Marauders’ Map, having been nominated by the other three because of his neat and precise handwriting. The theory and magical properties had been left up to James and Sirius, while Peter had offered his own little quirks and ideas. So, having drawn one very complex map out before, made reading a map with a few of the same properties a breeze for him.

He had explored a bit the past two days, but not too much. His encounter with Abigail had left him a little shaken, afraid of meeting with another dark creature hunter extraordinaire. He much preferred the safety of his room and studying the map that had been provided. Not that he didn’t think the could protect himself sufficiently if faced with such problems – he hadn’t been top of the Defence Against the Dark Arts Class for nothing – but he didn’t find the idea of hexing Muggles all that appealing.

That was what he was doing now as he lounged back in his bed, chewing on the end of a quill, and the map in the opposite hand. Things were constantly changing, he noticed, similar to Hogwarts, but it was not only limited to the building itself. People were forced to shift and change according to the mansion’s will. Such as one ‘Bellatrix Lestrange’ (a name that had rung as familiar in his head, but he couldn’t quite place where he had heard it before) that had been present in the dungeons for a short while and was now missing completely from the map.

Yesterday morning, actually, he had woken up lacking his sense of smell and it was still mostly gone today. It really was not that big of a deal, except for the fact that without smell, he could not taste all that well either. So, his meals had all been bland odourless experiences. He was lucky. Throughout the mansion, he heard people freaking out over other losses – sight, feeling, taste, and hearing – which only backed up his original assumption.

His eyes trailed over the map thoughtfully from the first floor to the second to the third to the forth – and froze. A name gleaming from the forth floor, the closest occupied room to his own actually, caught his attention. He must have skipped over that name a dozen times or more. But it must have been a mistake. But it couldn’t have. But it couldn’t be…

Remus shot up from his bed, grabbing his wand off the end table as he practically flew from the room. Who would supposed that Sirius Black was here as well?

Brilliant.

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brightstarblack
2008-06-12 06:52 pm UTC (link)

Lounging was something that Sirius did well, often times he loved it but he was beginning to grow restless. And a restless Sirius Black was not a good thing. With a sigh he pushed his dark locks out of his face, eying the map that lay beside him and snorted. Someone or something had taken the Marauder’s map and modified it.

Bloody gits.

Sitting up slowly he picked up the map and opened it slowly. He was ever so thankful that he hadn’t lost his eyesight, or hearing. His sense of touch however was a bit off still, and his sense of smell wasn’t working properly either. Whatever had drawn him to the mansion ought to be bloody thankful that he hadn’t found them.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned over the names. Bellatrix’s home was deep in the basements. Thank Merlin! Hopefully he wouldn’t have to see her, but somewhere in the back of his mind Sirius knew that eventually he’d seek her out on his own. Then he’d hex her to kingdom come.

Grey eyes trailed upwards, his brows rising almost to his hairline before a smile pulled up the corners of his lips. “Hell yes!” He bounced off the bed, map in hand and grabbed his wand and key from the dresser. He stuffed his wand down into the back pocket of his jeans, and stepped out of the door. Looking left and then right he started in the direction of Remus’ room, practically bouncing on air. He was thrilled beyond words that one of his mates was there, but…

Sirius paused for a moment, his brows furrowing and a frown settling on his handsome features. What if Remus wasn’t happy to see him? What if Remus thought that Sirius had something to do with James and Lily’s death? Sirius wasn’t sure if he could handle that.

However, he could prove to Remus that he was innocent. Yes! That’s exactly what he’d do. With a new found determination Sirius started walking again, blinking as an all-too-familiar sight came into view. His brows furrowed once again. “Remus?” He asked, pausing for a moment. Remus looked young, vibrant and not torn by the war that had raged on in London for the last few years.

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moony_lupine
2008-06-19 09:20 pm UTC (link)

So intent on checking the room numbers as Remus hurried past, he didn’t notice Sirius coming toward him until he heard his name. He turned to look in the direction of the voice only to find… somebody who looked like Sirius, sounded like Sirius… in every way seemed to be Sirius… but there was something incredibly off about him.

His wand was still in his hand, and he held it a little tighter as he slowly approached the other wizard. He knew of and had heard of more ways that one could impersonate another human being, and he was going to take his chances. If this was a Death Eater in disguise…

But this map, like the Marauder’s Map, never lies.

Or at least, that’s what Remus assumed. He was not one of the makers this time around, however, and could not judge what was and what was not similar to the own map that they made back in the day. There were still far too many unknowns for his liking. This whole situation was just one big improvable theory.

“Sirius…?” he said, raising a single eyebrow at the fellow Marauder.

Now that he was closer, he could see better what the differences were. The biggest thing was that he simply looked older, and it wasn’t only in his appearance – despite his face having a more angled, mature look and him possibly having gained an inch or two – but it was in his eyes. Those eyes that usually held so much laughter and mischievousness were now clouded with regret, sadness, and years of worn.

This wasn’t…

“You look like hell,” Remus finally added, looking at his friend uncertainly, letting the unasked question – what the bloody hell happened!? – hang in the air.

This wasn’t the Sirius he knew or remembered.

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brightstarblack
2008-06-20 07:26 pm UTC (link)

Sirius held his breath as one of his best mates approached him. His brows drew together, as he waited on that stinging bite that was sure to come from a hex or binding spell that Remus was sure to cast.

What if he doesn’t know? Sirius thought to himself, grey eyes still trained on Remus.

Sirius nodded his head slowly as Remus spoke his name, unsure of really what to say or do. In truth he wasn’t sure if he could speak. A lump had settled in his throat, and for the first time in a long time Sirius felt as if he could break down into tears at any given moment. He knew he’d done some terrible things in the past before, some things that could’ve gotten a lot of people hurt or killed but he would never betray someone he loved as deeply as he did James and Lily.

Carefully he watched Remus as he neared him and studied him. Sirius couldn’t blame him one bit and would’ve done the same thing had their positions been reversed.

His trademark bark like laughter came from him as Remus said he looked like hell and he clapped the other on the shoulder. “You ain’t bloody joking, mate.” He let out a sigh, all happiness fading from his features as the other questioned him with his eyes. Dropping his hand, he dropped his gaze to the ground and let out a sigh.

“How old are you Remus?” He asked, finally looking up at the other. He would need to know the other’s age so he could properly tell him the events that had taken place up to where Sirius had left. He wasn’t looking forward to telling him about James and Lily. It wasn’t something that Sirius had come to terms with yet, and he didn’t know if he ever would.

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moony_lupine
2008-06-20 07:58 pm UTC (link)

For one moment – and it was only for a very short moment – Sirius looked truly vulnerable. It surprised Remus, seeing one of the bravest people he knew obviously on the verge of breaking down. But as quickly as it had come, it passed, and Remus wondered if he had even truly seen it at all.

Then his friend was back to his own self again, barking out a laugh that mirrored his animagus form perfectly, while clapping down on the werewolf’s shoulder little more force that necessary. Remus withheld a sigh. Despite the uncharacteristic display of vulnerability and despite the obvious differences in appearance, there was something about the air around the dark haired wizard that just spelt out Sirius. It was enough to get Remus’s inexperienced mostly war-free mind to calm down at least.

He let a half-smile spread across his face. “I guess you’ve seen a mirror recently then,” he said dryly.

Then the exuberance was gone and once again replaced with something foreign; it was not quite the vulnerability of before, but it was enough to make Remus look at him strangely. Sirius hardly ever really let things get to him. But with the defeated look on his face as he had right then, it was obvious that something was wrong. Very wrong. More wrong than his family being bastards or Remus refusing to talk to him for a month or two after the Whomping Willow incident.

And then that question…

Remus took half a step away from Sirius, his brows furrowed in confusion. “How old am I?” he repeated. He stared at Sirius, wondering what the hell kind of question was that, when something clicked. The change in appearance, the aging look in his eyes, the added inch or two in height…

“Eighteen,” he answered slowly, his face adopting an astounded ‘you have got be bloody-well kidding me’ look. “How old are you?”

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brightstarblack
2008-06-21 06:30 pm UTC (link)

Sirius gave him a look, a look that Remus should know all-too-well. “Yes, I primped and preened prior to seeing you just so that I would look this…good mate.” He gave him a sarcastic smirk and lifted a shoulder. He took it all in stride, as he always did when any of his mates teased him.

He watched as Remus stepped back, and shoved his hands down into the pockets of his pants. He rocked back and forth, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “I didn’t bloody stutter did I?” He asked, raising a brow with a half-smile at the other.

His brows rose in shock, and he pulled a hand from his pocket to rub the back of his neck. “Bloody hell, eighteen is it? Shite.” He let out a breath, and dropped his hand. “Believe it or not, I’m twenty one, mate.” He let out another small bark like laugh and shook his head.

Grey eyes looked away, and Sirius pondered exactly what to tell Remus. “I reckon there are lots of questions you have. And I know there’s a bloody lot that I want to tell you. I…” He paused for a moment, brows drawing together once again. “Don’t know how to tell you.” He slid his light gaze back to his friend, and sighed.

“Not too long after we left Hogwarts the war started with Voldemort. Death Eaters, his followers, were everywhere and so a lot of us joined the Order of the Phoenix which Albus Dumbledore headed.” He took a moment to pull his hands from his pockets, and folded his arms over his chest. “All of the Marauder’s joined, James and Lily got married, and we all did our best.” He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. “I’ll skip all of the boring details about the next few years. Some of the best witches and wizards died for the cause to save the wizarding world. James and Lily ended up having a child, a boy named Harry. A year and three months after Harry was born, on Halloween night Voldemort killed them after their secret keeper let loose their whereabouts.”

He stopped again, eyes searching Remus’ face. “Everyone, including you thought that I was their secret keeper. I wasn’t. I begged them to choose someone else, just so the Death Eaters and hell even Voldemort himself would come after me. They did choose someone else, Wormtail was their secret keeper.” He took a deep breath, “Believe me Remus, I would die to protect James and Lily. I would never betray them.” Sirius knew that this was a lot to absorb. He himself didn’t still quite believe all of it that had happened in such a sort amount of time.

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moony_lupine
2008-06-21 11:36 pm UTC (link)

Remus had plenty of his own dry remarks ready and waiting to reply to Sirius with, but… then Sirius started talking. And he didn’t stop. He just kept going and kept talking, and Remus just stood there, staring at him, like he had come from Planet You’re Insane or something along those lines. Because what Sirius was saying couldn’t be true, could it? But there was an obvious truthfulness about the way that Sirius was speaking, something that couldn’t be denied, but that couldn’t be right—

Believe it or not, I’m twenty-one, mate.

No, that wasn’t right at all, because Remus had just seen Sirius less than a week ago. Only a few days ago. Had ended up leaving at two o’clock in the morning, actually, with James and Sirius still high on life. He had seen them just that short while ago, and they hadn’t been twenty-one then. Why would he be twenty-one now? And Remus knew that his logic was screwed up – especially with the variable of the mansion – but that didn’t make any bloody sense—

Voldemort killed them after their secret keeper let loose their whereabouts.

And that couldn’t be right, either, because Lily and James were just fine. Just like Sirius, he had only seen James a few days ago, and James had been talking – mumbling – ranting about how perfect his Lily-flower was until Sirius had told him to shut his bloody trap already. So, they couldn’t be dead. And they didn’t have a son. They were far too young for that. Just graduated. And, of course, Remus already knew of the Order – had already joined, been working with Dumbledore for a few months now – but that seemed like such a mundane to think that he didn’t mention it. Because nothing that Sirius was saying was making any sense—

Believe me Remus, I would die to protect James and Lily.

Of course he would. They all would. They were family. And family died for each other, and a lot more in the future apparently, but that future wasn’t too far away. But it wasn’t really the future, right? Sirius was just crazy. He was talking some made up bullshit that Remus didn’t really want to think about happening, but there was complete and utter honesty in Sirius’s eyes again that Remus knew he was telling the truth. But that didn’t make any bloody sense! And—

“I, uh… I need to sit down.”

And he really did need to, because he was starting to feel a little lightheaded as though he was going to fall over, and he wasn’t sure if it was from shock or not breathing or breathing too much—But they were standing in the middle of the corridor, so there wasn’t really anywhere to sit down. So, instead, Remus found the closest wall to lean up against before sliding down it to sit on the floor. And he was quite aware that he was sitting in the middle of the bloody corridor, but he couldn’t really bring himself to give a damn compared to everything else—

Wormtail was their secret keeper.

Remus slowly turned to look at Sirius. “Why… the bloody hell… would they choose Wormtail to be their Secret Keeper!? Peter can’t keep a secret! The moment anybody starts asking him questions, he starts falling apart! You know that! I know that! James definitely knows that! Of course Peter would start blabbing the moment Voldemort got his hands on him; that’s what Peter does!”

The thought that Peter had handed the information over willingly hadn’t even crossed Remus’s mind, because Peter wouldn’t do that. Sirius wouldn’t do that. None of them would do that. They were the Marauders. Forever. Unbreakable friendship. Never ending brotherhood.

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brightstarblack
2008-07-03 03:43 pm UTC (link)

Grey eyes watched Remus carefully, narrowing slightly just because Sirius was actually thinking himself. He nodded his head, glancing away as Remus sunk down to the floor. He knew this reaction was coming, and he also knew that Remus might not believe him. It was a double-edged sword, everything that he was telling Remus because if they could get back to their respective times, and if they did happen to remember anything would Remus alter the future? It was possible.

Licking his lips Sirius nodded, “I know that, and James knew that. We didn’t think they would go after Wormtail. They would of course assume that I was the Secret Keeper. Think about it!” He waved his arms about, as if to prove his point. “James and I are – were - best mates! I am Harry’s godfather! It would only be natural that I would be the Secret Keeper. If they had of caught me I would’ve kept my mouth shut and died and their whereabouts would’ve died with me without them being the wiser as to who was actually the Secret Keeper.” He sighed, running his fingers through his long hair, making it stick up at strange angles for a moment before he dropped his hands to his sides.

“Wormtail wasn’t in any danger, he never was caught by them. Why would Voldemort think to go after a sniveling, whining prat like him who we all knew couldn’t keep a secret?” A dark brow rose and Sirius tilted his head back a little bit. “He wouldn’t, because Voldemort had Peter in the palm of his hand.” Sirius said, his top lip curling up into a snarl “And none of us were the wiser.” He let out a low growl, and shook his head. “Bloody bastard.”

He let out a long breath, as if he’d been holding one back for the last three years. “I went after Peter, you know?” He let out a short laugh, moving to the other side of the corridor and sunk down into the floor. Leaning his head back he dropped his hands into his lap as he stretched out his legs. “Because there were already rumors flying around that I was their Secret Keeper, that I had betrayed them and that I was a supporter of Voldemort.” He snorted, and shook his head as he looked down the corridor. “I was going to kill him, Remus. The thought had crossed my mind to take him alive, to take him to the Ministry, but I was so blinded by rage.” He stole a glance over to his friend, “As soon as I got up to him, you know what he did?” He let out a small laugh, “He blew up several cars around him, killing God only knows how many Muggles, but before that…” Sirius’ brows knitted, “He cut off a finger, and shifted so quickly into his Animagus form.” Sirius had no idea how Peter had managed to do that. He’d always been so slow witted.

He sighed, “Mate, look, I’m sorry to bloody dump all of this on you, but I need you to know that…if in the event we get out of here or if you get out of here, since I really don’t want to go back, what really happened. If you remember anything that I just told you.” Reaching up he rubbed the back of his neck.

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