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Resurrecting Moony - a.k.a. Remus Sirius Friendship Fic (pre-OotP) - Part One
Title: Resurrecting Moony
Rating: Probably PG. I can't help but slide in bad words occasionally.
Keywords: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Order of the Phoenix
Warning: This is NOT a slash fic. If you find two single adult men having a close friendship without romance squicky, then this is not the fic for you. In fact, there is practically NO romance in this fic at all! There is however angst and hopefully a lot of humor.
Disclaimer: Ri, though loving fantasy, the Harry Potter series generally, and Remus Lupin specifically, does not own Sirius, Remus, OotP, or anything related to Harry Potter. These things (except for 'fantasy') belong to JK Rowling. Ri just writes fanfiction for fun and does not profit monetarily from doing so.
July 20, 1995
The knock on his door was so soft he barely heard it. As it was, he did hear it, knew damn well who it was, and didn’t care to speak with him. Sirius Black rolled over and stared at the far wall. If Remus expected him to sit up all night and be a sympathetic shoulder, he had another thing coming. Sure, what the twins did earlier tonight had some hurtful implications – though they had no way of knowing that it would – but if Remus was such an adult then he could handle it. He didn’t need his friend to sit there and hold his hand like they did when they were school children.
Sirius scowled into the dark. When Remus moved in to headquarters, he expected it to be like old times again (and, he admitted to himself, he desperately needed those old times). Unfortunately - and to his absolute horror - instead of Moony, his fun loving friend, something even more awful than Prefect-Remus took the room down the hall. The thing that was now his housemate wasted no time in sucking away what little joy Sirius had left by sulking about, worrying constantly about Voldemort and the coming war, and reminding him that they were ‘adults’ and it was time they ‘grew up’ and ‘acted their age.’ “We’re not children anymore, Sirius.” “Honestly, Sirius, when are you going to grow up and realize there’s a war going on out there.” “Don’t call me ‘Moony,’ Sirius. We’re not school children anymore.” One night, after the Weasley twins finished a particularly successful day of creating havoc, Sirius had broached the subject of possibly giving the two pranksters a taste of their own medicine. Remus’s response was to give him a look suggesting that he found the idea to be one of the most foolish he’d ever heard and to tell him in no uncertain terms that such childish behavior was beneath him.
At least Harry was coming soon. Harry, who was so much like James, was bound to make things in this house a little more bearable. Two more weeks, he told himself. Two more weeks and Harry would be here.
Behind him, the door opened and he heard Remus step inside the bedroom. There was a pause as the door shut again, then a voice whispered, “Hey, Padfoot? Are you awake?”
Oh, wonderful, Remus had been drinking. It was the only explanation for reverting back to their ‘childish nicknames’ for each other, which Remus had banned his first night here. Sirius said nothing until he heard the door start to open. Curiosity at why Remus felt the need to come into his room in the middle of the night and attempt to be normal caused him to speak. “I thought I was just going by ‘Sirius’ now,” he remarked, hearing the bitterness in his voice.
The door shut again. “Yes, well, about that,” Remus started. Sirius could almost hear the sheepish expression he knew his friend was wearing. “After what happened earlier today, well, I had a lot of time to think to myself when I was sitting in my room, pondering what to do.”
“Sulking, Moony.” Sirius corrected, still staring at the far wall. “You were sulking.”
“Yes, I suppose I was,” Remus replied. “I had a lot of time to think when I was sulking in my room earlier. Funny thing about sitting alone with yourself - you start to see things differently.”
Alright, this conversation might be worth having. Sirius rolled over to face the door and propped himself up on one elbow. From where he was lying, he could just make out an outline of Remus standing inside the room. “Like what?” He prompted.
There was a pained sigh. “I really did become a stodgy old curmudgeon.”
He couldn’t help it. He laughed. Once he started, he couldn’t stop. It was the first time in weeks he’d laughed, and Sirius soon found himself curled in a ball, grasping his stomach and gasping for breath. “Yes,” he managed to choke out, “Yes, you did.” After several failed attempts to get himself back under control, he asked, “This change of heart wouldn’t have anything to do with what the fair Nymphadora said after being given that antidote, would it?”
Remus visibly winced and Sirius immediately regretted asking the question. Clearly, Remus was not as over the events of the evening as he’d thought. “It was a wake-up call,” he admitted before quickly adding, “Not that I’m interested in your cousin or anything. Anyone could have said what she did and it would have had the same effect.”
Sirius didn’t quite believe that. He’d seen the way Remus’s eyes followed Nymphadora around. He also knew better than to push his friend on this one. “So you’ve decided to lighten up a bit, then?”
“Something like that.” Remus sighed again and took a seat on the edge of the bed. He was silent for several moments. “I think something just died inside me when I heard he was back,” he admitted softly. “The first war, losing everything, knowing that it will be worse this time…so I started throwing up barriers because I’m so sick and tired of everything hurting so damn much.”
Sirius crawled to the edge of the bed and sat up, swinging his feet over the side so he was shoulder to shoulder with his friend. “I know exactly how you feel.” His voice sounded heavy in his ears. “I’ve been trying not to think about it.”
“Does it work?” Remus asked.
“No,” he admitted.
“The barriers aren’t working, either,” Remus told him.
Neither of them said anything as they sat silently and stared at the wall and floor in varying intervals. “It kills me that Harry’s going to go through it now,” Sirius added. “I hate that I know what’s coming and I can’t protect him from it.”
“Me too.” Another pause. “Have you read the Prophet recently?”
Sirius muttered several choice words in response. The things the Ministry was putting out about Harry and Dumbledore were disgusting. People would believe it, too. After all, if it was in the paper, it must be true. He added several more choice words to the string he was muttering.
“My thoughts exactly,” Remus replied.
They fell into silence again. Not wanting to wallow – wallowing was what got Remus into this funk – Sirius searched for a change of subject. “So, if you don’t mind my asking, what exactly did happen between you and my cousin before I found her trying to take your trousers off?”
There was a distressed noise beside him. “She was under the influence of some lust potion the twins developed.” Remus valiantly came to the defense of Nymphadora’s honor. “I was trying to stop her. She didn’t know what she was doing.”
“Yeah, I could tell she was a bit clumsy with the belt,” Sirius mused. “I always assumed she was more experienced than that.”
Remus made another round of distressed sounds, which only served to support the theory that he had noticed her. “I would never take advantage of your cousin, Pads.”
“I know.” He grinned wickedly, “But if we convince her that you’re not – how did she put it…”
“A stodgy old curmudgeon,” Remus volunteered, “Whom she would never willingly kiss – no offense, of course, Professor Lupin. She’s sure there’s a nice librarian out there somewhere just waiting for me. Oh, and she’s had better conversations with a wall.”
“If we can convince her you’re none of those things,” Sirius continued, “She might want you to take advantage of her.”
More distressed noises from Remus, these indicating that he was rapidly turning red. “I, err, I don’t think…”
“Moony, it’s okay. I’m just giving you a hard time.” He slapped his friend on the back. “But you know…” he wasn’t sure how Remus would react to what was on his mind. Given the events of the past week, it could be rather messy if Curmudgeon Remus was still around. Best ease into it slowly and test the waters… “Those little Weasley terrors shouldn’t get away with this.”
A pause. Then, “What do you have in mind?”
It was like the skies opened up and voices from heaven began to sing. Sirius could feel the grin threatening to split his face. Finally! “I don’t have a fool-proof plan yet, but give me some time and I’ll come up with something good. It’ll have to be particularly devious. They think they’re the kings of this sort of thing, so it’s a safe bet that they won’t fall for the simple stuff we used to do to Snape. You in?”
“Do you have to ask?”
“Typically, no, but your aforementioned curmudgeonly behavior has raised some questions about you, Mr. Moony. I thought it best that I make sure you are now back in your right mind before we try any marauding.” As the words came out of his mouth, he felt a sudden pang. Prongs always had excellent ideas when it came to this sort of thing…. Forcing himself not to dwell on the pain, Sirius pushed himself to his feet and grabbed his wand. “Whatever we do, we can’t get caught by Molly. She might be on to me, but she mistakenly believes you're respectable.”
“What are you planning on doing? Pinning the prank of the century on Arthur?” Remus asked wryly.
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Now, Moony, I’d never be that dumb. If we can’t get away free and clear, I was thinking we could pin it on Ronald.” Not waiting for a reply, he opened the door and slipped into the hallway.
The good thing about hating where he grew up was that he could get anywhere in the house in the dark. Years of sneaking out in the middle of the night, coupled with the fact that nothing ever changed in this hellhole, meant he knew exactly where every potential obstacle was hiding.
“Where are we going?” Remus asked, tagging along behind him.
“To get supplies,” he explained, “And some reinforcements.” Pausing below the second landing on the stairs, Sirius reached out and felt along the wall, counting slowly to himself. Right about…here. He tapped on the wall with his wand and whispered, “Toujours pur.” Silently, the wall slid back to reveal a small cubby.
“You used your family motto as the password to your super secret storage spot?” Remus sounded surprised.
“If you were my dear mum, and you knew I had stashed stuff you found vile in your home, would you think that I’d choose the family motto as my password?”
“Point.” There was a pause. “Lumos.”
“Thanks.” He began shifting through the things he’d collected during his summers before running off to live with Prongs. “Although now that there are normal people living here, I should probably change the password at my earliest possible convenience. Wouldn’t want anyone looking for secret compartments belonging to my parents to find this stuff.” Sirius pulled out a stack of parchment that was tied together and glanced at the top sheet. Letters from Andromeda after she’d “run off” with Ted Tonks. “Huh. I’d forgotten about these…” He handed them to Remus. “Keep hold of that, will you? I want to give it to Nymphadora.”
“She hates it when you call her that,” Remus remarked, taking the stack of letters.
“Why do you think I do it?” He replied, wondering briefly how Remus could still come to the girl’s defense after having her stomp all over his heart. That was just Remus, he supposed. Sirius shrugged and continued with his examination of his hidden cubby. “Don’t worry. I’ll call her Tonks around other people.” There was more in here than he realized. Stacks of letters from James, sent over the summers. He’d had to hide those after his mother decided James Potter, though coming from a pure blood family, had inappropriate beliefs and no son of hers should associate with blood traitors like the Potters. He smirked, carefully setting James’s letters on the stair beside him and pulling out another stack. “Oh, look. Letters from Moony.”
Remus groaned softly. “I can only imagine what I wrote to you about over the summer when I was twelve.”
“The stuff from when you were fifteen and madly in love with Abigail Learth was my favorite, just for it’s embarrassment potential,” Sirius replied with a grin. “Did you ever get up the guts to tell her or did you just compose poetry about her and send it to me for my opinion?”
“I was a stupid kid,” Remus replied sourly. “I did stupid things.”
“I’ll take that as a no.” He paused. “Moony, you’ve always been a bit vague on something. Who was your first kiss? Clearly, it wasn’t Abigail Learth, and, while I know you’re shy and have trouble talking with girls, I’m pretty sure someone kissed you before Nymphadora snogged you this afternoon. Care to enlighten me?”
Remus mumbled something under his breath.
“Didn’t quite catch that, mate.” Sirius reached into his hidden cubby again.
Remus mumbled again, this time behind his hand.
“A little louder. Still can’t hear you.” He pulled out another stack of parchment. Letters from, he shuddered, Peter. These he would burn at his earliest convenience while thinking about how, once he caught up with him, little Peter was going to burn in hell. Peter burning in hell was such a pretty picture….
“Lily! Okay, it was Lily!” Remus exclaimed.
“What was Lily?” Sirius asked, still envisioning Peter burning in hell.
Remus stared at him. “You just asked me…never mind.”
“Oh.” Sirius set the latest stack of letters on the stairs. “Ooohhh.” He looked up at Remus. “Before or after Prongs?”
“What kind of person do you…?” Remus shook his head. “Before.”
Sirius turned back to his cubby and his hand brushed against a thin folder. “Aha!” He withdrew it triumphantly. “Mr. Moony, we are in business.”
Remus looked at it skeptically. “That is the key to your great yet-to-be-determined plan?”
“No. This,” he tapped the folder, “Is our reinforcements.” Sirius tucked the folder under his arm and returned the rest of the things to the cubby. Tapping the wall above it, he repeated the password and watched as the wall slid back into place. “Come on. Back to my room.”
“What about the supplies?” Remus asked quietly, amusement evident in his voice.
“Right. Supplies.” He spun around with a flourish and made his way down to the kitchen. Lighting a lamp over the table, Sirius dropped the folder and located several bottles of butterbeer and the leftover chocolate cake Molly served after dinner. Noticing Remus watching with a surprised expression on his face, he shrugged. “What? We can’t plan on an empty stomach. It isn’t a Hogsmeade raid, but it’ll have to do.”
~*~
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Title: Resurrecting Moony
Rating: Probably PG. I can't help but slide in bad words occasionally.
Keywords: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Order of the Phoenix
Warning: This is NOT a slash fic. If you find two single adult men having a close friendship without romance squicky, then this is not the fic for you. In fact, there is practically NO romance in this fic at all! There is however angst and hopefully a lot of humor.
Disclaimer: Ri, though loving fantasy, the Harry Potter series generally, and Remus Lupin specifically, does not own Sirius, Remus, OotP, or anything related to Harry Potter. These things (except for 'fantasy') belong to JK Rowling. Ri just writes fanfiction for fun and does not profit monetarily from doing so.
July 20, 1995
The knock on his door was so soft he barely heard it. As it was, he did hear it, knew damn well who it was, and didn’t care to speak with him. Sirius Black rolled over and stared at the far wall. If Remus expected him to sit up all night and be a sympathetic shoulder, he had another thing coming. Sure, what the twins did earlier tonight had some hurtful implications – though they had no way of knowing that it would – but if Remus was such an adult then he could handle it. He didn’t need his friend to sit there and hold his hand like they did when they were school children.
Sirius scowled into the dark. When Remus moved in to headquarters, he expected it to be like old times again (and, he admitted to himself, he desperately needed those old times). Unfortunately - and to his absolute horror - instead of Moony, his fun loving friend, something even more awful than Prefect-Remus took the room down the hall. The thing that was now his housemate wasted no time in sucking away what little joy Sirius had left by sulking about, worrying constantly about Voldemort and the coming war, and reminding him that they were ‘adults’ and it was time they ‘grew up’ and ‘acted their age.’ “We’re not children anymore, Sirius.” “Honestly, Sirius, when are you going to grow up and realize there’s a war going on out there.” “Don’t call me ‘Moony,’ Sirius. We’re not school children anymore.” One night, after the Weasley twins finished a particularly successful day of creating havoc, Sirius had broached the subject of possibly giving the two pranksters a taste of their own medicine. Remus’s response was to give him a look suggesting that he found the idea to be one of the most foolish he’d ever heard and to tell him in no uncertain terms that such childish behavior was beneath him.
At least Harry was coming soon. Harry, who was so much like James, was bound to make things in this house a little more bearable. Two more weeks, he told himself. Two more weeks and Harry would be here.
Behind him, the door opened and he heard Remus step inside the bedroom. There was a pause as the door shut again, then a voice whispered, “Hey, Padfoot? Are you awake?”
Oh, wonderful, Remus had been drinking. It was the only explanation for reverting back to their ‘childish nicknames’ for each other, which Remus had banned his first night here. Sirius said nothing until he heard the door start to open. Curiosity at why Remus felt the need to come into his room in the middle of the night and attempt to be normal caused him to speak. “I thought I was just going by ‘Sirius’ now,” he remarked, hearing the bitterness in his voice.
The door shut again. “Yes, well, about that,” Remus started. Sirius could almost hear the sheepish expression he knew his friend was wearing. “After what happened earlier today, well, I had a lot of time to think to myself when I was sitting in my room, pondering what to do.”
“Sulking, Moony.” Sirius corrected, still staring at the far wall. “You were sulking.”
“Yes, I suppose I was,” Remus replied. “I had a lot of time to think when I was sulking in my room earlier. Funny thing about sitting alone with yourself - you start to see things differently.”
Alright, this conversation might be worth having. Sirius rolled over to face the door and propped himself up on one elbow. From where he was lying, he could just make out an outline of Remus standing inside the room. “Like what?” He prompted.
There was a pained sigh. “I really did become a stodgy old curmudgeon.”
He couldn’t help it. He laughed. Once he started, he couldn’t stop. It was the first time in weeks he’d laughed, and Sirius soon found himself curled in a ball, grasping his stomach and gasping for breath. “Yes,” he managed to choke out, “Yes, you did.” After several failed attempts to get himself back under control, he asked, “This change of heart wouldn’t have anything to do with what the fair Nymphadora said after being given that antidote, would it?”
Remus visibly winced and Sirius immediately regretted asking the question. Clearly, Remus was not as over the events of the evening as he’d thought. “It was a wake-up call,” he admitted before quickly adding, “Not that I’m interested in your cousin or anything. Anyone could have said what she did and it would have had the same effect.”
Sirius didn’t quite believe that. He’d seen the way Remus’s eyes followed Nymphadora around. He also knew better than to push his friend on this one. “So you’ve decided to lighten up a bit, then?”
“Something like that.” Remus sighed again and took a seat on the edge of the bed. He was silent for several moments. “I think something just died inside me when I heard he was back,” he admitted softly. “The first war, losing everything, knowing that it will be worse this time…so I started throwing up barriers because I’m so sick and tired of everything hurting so damn much.”
Sirius crawled to the edge of the bed and sat up, swinging his feet over the side so he was shoulder to shoulder with his friend. “I know exactly how you feel.” His voice sounded heavy in his ears. “I’ve been trying not to think about it.”
“Does it work?” Remus asked.
“No,” he admitted.
“The barriers aren’t working, either,” Remus told him.
Neither of them said anything as they sat silently and stared at the wall and floor in varying intervals. “It kills me that Harry’s going to go through it now,” Sirius added. “I hate that I know what’s coming and I can’t protect him from it.”
“Me too.” Another pause. “Have you read the Prophet recently?”
Sirius muttered several choice words in response. The things the Ministry was putting out about Harry and Dumbledore were disgusting. People would believe it, too. After all, if it was in the paper, it must be true. He added several more choice words to the string he was muttering.
“My thoughts exactly,” Remus replied.
They fell into silence again. Not wanting to wallow – wallowing was what got Remus into this funk – Sirius searched for a change of subject. “So, if you don’t mind my asking, what exactly did happen between you and my cousin before I found her trying to take your trousers off?”
There was a distressed noise beside him. “She was under the influence of some lust potion the twins developed.” Remus valiantly came to the defense of Nymphadora’s honor. “I was trying to stop her. She didn’t know what she was doing.”
“Yeah, I could tell she was a bit clumsy with the belt,” Sirius mused. “I always assumed she was more experienced than that.”
Remus made another round of distressed sounds, which only served to support the theory that he had noticed her. “I would never take advantage of your cousin, Pads.”
“I know.” He grinned wickedly, “But if we convince her that you’re not – how did she put it…”
“A stodgy old curmudgeon,” Remus volunteered, “Whom she would never willingly kiss – no offense, of course, Professor Lupin. She’s sure there’s a nice librarian out there somewhere just waiting for me. Oh, and she’s had better conversations with a wall.”
“If we can convince her you’re none of those things,” Sirius continued, “She might want you to take advantage of her.”
More distressed noises from Remus, these indicating that he was rapidly turning red. “I, err, I don’t think…”
“Moony, it’s okay. I’m just giving you a hard time.” He slapped his friend on the back. “But you know…” he wasn’t sure how Remus would react to what was on his mind. Given the events of the past week, it could be rather messy if Curmudgeon Remus was still around. Best ease into it slowly and test the waters… “Those little Weasley terrors shouldn’t get away with this.”
A pause. Then, “What do you have in mind?”
It was like the skies opened up and voices from heaven began to sing. Sirius could feel the grin threatening to split his face. Finally! “I don’t have a fool-proof plan yet, but give me some time and I’ll come up with something good. It’ll have to be particularly devious. They think they’re the kings of this sort of thing, so it’s a safe bet that they won’t fall for the simple stuff we used to do to Snape. You in?”
“Do you have to ask?”
“Typically, no, but your aforementioned curmudgeonly behavior has raised some questions about you, Mr. Moony. I thought it best that I make sure you are now back in your right mind before we try any marauding.” As the words came out of his mouth, he felt a sudden pang. Prongs always had excellent ideas when it came to this sort of thing…. Forcing himself not to dwell on the pain, Sirius pushed himself to his feet and grabbed his wand. “Whatever we do, we can’t get caught by Molly. She might be on to me, but she mistakenly believes you're respectable.”
“What are you planning on doing? Pinning the prank of the century on Arthur?” Remus asked wryly.
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Now, Moony, I’d never be that dumb. If we can’t get away free and clear, I was thinking we could pin it on Ronald.” Not waiting for a reply, he opened the door and slipped into the hallway.
The good thing about hating where he grew up was that he could get anywhere in the house in the dark. Years of sneaking out in the middle of the night, coupled with the fact that nothing ever changed in this hellhole, meant he knew exactly where every potential obstacle was hiding.
“Where are we going?” Remus asked, tagging along behind him.
“To get supplies,” he explained, “And some reinforcements.” Pausing below the second landing on the stairs, Sirius reached out and felt along the wall, counting slowly to himself. Right about…here. He tapped on the wall with his wand and whispered, “Toujours pur.” Silently, the wall slid back to reveal a small cubby.
“You used your family motto as the password to your super secret storage spot?” Remus sounded surprised.
“If you were my dear mum, and you knew I had stashed stuff you found vile in your home, would you think that I’d choose the family motto as my password?”
“Point.” There was a pause. “Lumos.”
“Thanks.” He began shifting through the things he’d collected during his summers before running off to live with Prongs. “Although now that there are normal people living here, I should probably change the password at my earliest possible convenience. Wouldn’t want anyone looking for secret compartments belonging to my parents to find this stuff.” Sirius pulled out a stack of parchment that was tied together and glanced at the top sheet. Letters from Andromeda after she’d “run off” with Ted Tonks. “Huh. I’d forgotten about these…” He handed them to Remus. “Keep hold of that, will you? I want to give it to Nymphadora.”
“She hates it when you call her that,” Remus remarked, taking the stack of letters.
“Why do you think I do it?” He replied, wondering briefly how Remus could still come to the girl’s defense after having her stomp all over his heart. That was just Remus, he supposed. Sirius shrugged and continued with his examination of his hidden cubby. “Don’t worry. I’ll call her Tonks around other people.” There was more in here than he realized. Stacks of letters from James, sent over the summers. He’d had to hide those after his mother decided James Potter, though coming from a pure blood family, had inappropriate beliefs and no son of hers should associate with blood traitors like the Potters. He smirked, carefully setting James’s letters on the stair beside him and pulling out another stack. “Oh, look. Letters from Moony.”
Remus groaned softly. “I can only imagine what I wrote to you about over the summer when I was twelve.”
“The stuff from when you were fifteen and madly in love with Abigail Learth was my favorite, just for it’s embarrassment potential,” Sirius replied with a grin. “Did you ever get up the guts to tell her or did you just compose poetry about her and send it to me for my opinion?”
“I was a stupid kid,” Remus replied sourly. “I did stupid things.”
“I’ll take that as a no.” He paused. “Moony, you’ve always been a bit vague on something. Who was your first kiss? Clearly, it wasn’t Abigail Learth, and, while I know you’re shy and have trouble talking with girls, I’m pretty sure someone kissed you before Nymphadora snogged you this afternoon. Care to enlighten me?”
Remus mumbled something under his breath.
“Didn’t quite catch that, mate.” Sirius reached into his hidden cubby again.
Remus mumbled again, this time behind his hand.
“A little louder. Still can’t hear you.” He pulled out another stack of parchment. Letters from, he shuddered, Peter. These he would burn at his earliest convenience while thinking about how, once he caught up with him, little Peter was going to burn in hell. Peter burning in hell was such a pretty picture….
“Lily! Okay, it was Lily!” Remus exclaimed.
“What was Lily?” Sirius asked, still envisioning Peter burning in hell.
Remus stared at him. “You just asked me…never mind.”
“Oh.” Sirius set the latest stack of letters on the stairs. “Ooohhh.” He looked up at Remus. “Before or after Prongs?”
“What kind of person do you…?” Remus shook his head. “Before.”
Sirius turned back to his cubby and his hand brushed against a thin folder. “Aha!” He withdrew it triumphantly. “Mr. Moony, we are in business.”
Remus looked at it skeptically. “That is the key to your great yet-to-be-determined plan?”
“No. This,” he tapped the folder, “Is our reinforcements.” Sirius tucked the folder under his arm and returned the rest of the things to the cubby. Tapping the wall above it, he repeated the password and watched as the wall slid back into place. “Come on. Back to my room.”
“What about the supplies?” Remus asked quietly, amusement evident in his voice.
“Right. Supplies.” He spun around with a flourish and made his way down to the kitchen. Lighting a lamp over the table, Sirius dropped the folder and located several bottles of butterbeer and the leftover chocolate cake Molly served after dinner. Noticing Remus watching with a surprised expression on his face, he shrugged. “What? We can’t plan on an empty stomach. It isn’t a Hogsmeade raid, but it’ll have to do.”
~*~
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