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In the Common Room VRemus awoke the next morning unsure of where he was. He distantly remembered running blindly through the castle, sobbing uncontrollably. He sat up and looked around. Dirty floors and walls, and hundreds of owls, must be the owlry. He looked down and saw that someone had thrown their cloak over him in a make-shift blanket. It was thin but warm and probably the only reason he hadn't frozen to death in the night.
"You're awake are you?" a cold voice asked
Remus turned to find Severus standing beside him. "You gave me your cloak?" he asked, his voice hoarse from crying so hard.
Severus nodded. "I saw you running as I left the library. You were crying so I followed you but by the time I got here you were already asleep." he paused "You run fast."
"I know. Why did you follow me?"
"Instinct." the Slytherin said with a shrug.
"Oh." Remus sighed
"Why were you crying?"
Here the werewolf was quiet. Everything that had happened the night before came flooding back to him and before he knew it he wa
No title yet Salis ran, his arms wrapped tightly around the simple green bag he carried against his chest. Behind him he could hear the guards scrambling in the dark, trying to follow his tracks and figure which turns he took. They'd never catch him. No one knew this city like he did, especially at it's edges. Near the desert the city walls had crumpled and in some places ceased to exist entirely. Because of this the people of the city had moved in towards the center, leaving this part of town virtually uninhabited.
"There he is!" one guard who had been lucky enough to take a right turn.
Salis growled angrily and turned to run in the other direction. Dead end. He looked up, an open window. That would have to do. He jumped. With one hand he caught the window ledge and managed to pull himself up into the empty room. Still running he found the stairs and was soon out of the house, guards once again on his heel
In the Common Room III "You staying for Christmas?" Remus asked as he put away his books.
Sirius was sitting on his bed playing with an enchanted paper bird he had made during charms earlier that day. Usual he and James would be busy packing for the Hogwarts Express the next day. Instead they were lounging around the dormitory.
"Nah. Sticking around this year. I'm not going to let my boyfriend spend Christmas here. Alone. With other cute lonely men. And mistletoe." Sirius replied, smirking playfully.
Remus threw a pillow at him. "You're about as charming as a boggart you know that?"
"But a hell of a lot sexier." Sirius said
"I'm staying because riding the train alone is depressing. Besides, Christmas at school might be interesting." James said.
"Both of you are staying?" Remus asked nervously.
Every year he watched the two of them leave for the holidays. They always asked him why he wasn't going home and he'd tell
TearsWhy are you crying? he asked me
I'm crying because I'm sad. I replied
Why are you crying? she said
I'm crying because I am lonely. I answered
Why are you crying? they questioned
I am crying because I am hurt. I said
why are you crying? he wanted to know
I'm crying because I am angry. I told him
Why am I crying? I wondered
Because what else can I do?
After the War part 3 Draco stared after him. He hated him? He'd never said that before. In all the years they'd known each other whether they were lovers or rivals they had never said they hated each other. Suddenly he started running, up the stairs into the hall and then up to the second floor after him. He couldn't let it end there. He didn't find Harry on the second floor or in his bedroom on the third. He did find him in a smaller bedroom next to it.
The room had obviously recently been redecorated. Unlike the rest of the house it was cheerful, painted a light robin's egg blue with white trim. On one wall was a moving mural of a tiger cub playing in a forest. On the other wall hung a wizard photograph of a shabby looking man Draco knew to be Remus Lupin and a smiling purple-haired woman he judged to be a little too young for his old professor. There was a white changing table in one corner and next to it stood a cute white cradle. And next to that sat a crying Harry
After the War part 2 Harry was sitting on his bed at Number 12 Grimwald Place, slowly drinking his second butterbeer and working his way through an incredibly dull report from one of his fellow aurors. He was supposed to have read this last week but with Draco's trial coming up and then that kiss, oh gods that kiss, he had forgotten about it completely. Even now he couldn't focus. Draco would be here by tomorrow and he still didn't know how to explain away that kiss.
Not that he really could. It had been a moment of weakness. He had, for only a second, let Draco back into his heart. Angrily he smacked himself with the report. Stupid, stupid, stupid! This was Malfoy we're talking about! He had already betrayed him once!
Harry sighed. "He probably doesn't want me back anyway."
At that moment the doorbell rang. Sighing heavily Harry hauled himself off the bed and trudged down the stairs. The doorbell rang three more times on the way down.
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