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“Revenge,” Remus agreed, “What’d you want to do to him?”

“Not just him,” Sirius said quickly, “All of them. Every single Slytherin in the school.”

Remus didn’t say anything, just nodded once, slowly. His gaze was a comfort, not quite understanding, but something close—eyes fronded by lashes, pupils so dark and liquid that Sirius could drown in them

What did you say, Mulciber?” Snape asked, staring at him.

“Angelic sweetie-pops!” The Slytherin shouted, furious, “No! I meant – darling sugar plum! No! Goody-gumdrops!”

“Nope, you’re up to something Lupin, I know you – you’re not Moony if you don’t have a secret.”

“So let me have my secret then,” Remus said, cryptically, a familiar mischievous light dancing in his eyes.

There was a sudden warm pressure on his shoulder. It was Moony—he'd reached out, as if to say I’m here, hand firm and grounding, unknotting the tension in Sirius’s chest. Reminding him that he wasn’t alone.

Sirius looked down at the fingers, faintly scarred, ghostly patterns that caught the light. He felt a sudden surge of affection for his friend, and turned, smiling gratefully up at Remus.

“A good surprise, then?” Mrs. Potter asked, looking very pleased with herself as she entered the hallway. She shook Ted’s hand, cooing over the baby.

“You did this?!” Sirius blinked, feeling the dangerous sting of tears in his eyes. No one had ever done something so—so nice for him

It was a new development, this strange awareness, and a rather unwelcome one. Ever since Remus had reached out and gripped his shoulder, Sirius kept getting distracted by the smallest movements—he’d find his eyes following Remus’s fingers as he adjusted his tie, or realize he was staring if Remus reached over and began to fiddle absentmindedly with the sleeve of his robes. When Remus sat down next to him on the train, their knees had knocked together, and Sirius had only realized a few seconds later that he was holding his breath

“Mary wanted me to tell you that she’s breaking up with you.”

Sirius had never been so baffled in his life. Breaking up with him? When had she started going out with him?

Piss off, I’m serious.”

“No, I’m Siri—”

James smacked the back of his head, making him wince.

“Shut up, Black.”

Er…the whole animagus thing.”

“Yeah?” Sirius, who had been rubbing the back of his poor head, perked up. “Had an idea? I love Moony ideas!”