And then he kissed him.

In the end it was his desire for Castor that told him he needed to leave. And his love for Sirius. Remus had done some very drastic and very stupid things in his life, but he was not going to run away to live in a forest just to escape talking to the love of his life.

It was too hot and he missed Hogwarts and he missed his friends and most of all he missed Sirius, but he also hated him.

Remus slouched even further down in his seat, as a friendly faced boy with a mess of dark hair and large round glasses entered, grinning.
“Hiya,” He held out a hand to Remus, “First year? Me too, I’m James.”

“I’m teasing,” Andromeda leaned over to kiss them both, “Dora can marry anyone she likes when she’s old enough, and I can say with absolute certainty that it won’t be anyone at this table.”

“Black,” Mary nodded, still perched on the arm of Remus’s chair, “Sorry, I’m trying to seduce your boyfriend.”
“Oh yeah, I’d like to see you -- wait, my what ?!”

“You’ve been my little bit of magic.”

“You can’t go anywhere in the castle without hearing someone shout ‘ buggering christ, that was close! ’ It’s brilliant.”

“Miss you.” Remus said.
It had taken all day to raise the courage for those two stupid words.
“I'm right here.” Sirius smiled tiredly, sitting across the table, picking at dinner with his fork.

We’re marauders. All for one and one for all.

Sorry isn’t good enough. Your guilt isn’t good enough. I need you to feel it too. I trusted you. I trusted you with every last secret, I offered you every piece of me. What else have I got, now?

Sirius just wasn’t Sirius without his hair.

“I thought - if Moony can do it, so can I.”

“Well he's not my fucking brother, professor.”

“James didn't want me to come in. Said we just bicker.”
“He what?!” Sirius shook his head. “We do not bicker.”
“That's what I said,” Remus assured him.

He had been made a fool of by the only person he had ever loved. He was pathetic ; too blinded by emotion to see the truth, and now there was nothing left of him.
He would never be capable of that kind of softness ever again.