deia: (coincidences r/s)
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Title: Discoveries
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any money of it
Rating: PG
Summary: Remus approached cautiously, one never knew when something would explode when Sirius was hiding.
A/N: many thanks to Laughtrack who was kind enough to offer to beta this story for me

This story was written for BlackLupin's Six Month Fic Challenge

Location: Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, the bottom of the Lake
Objects: wand, foe-glass, pen, two way mirrors (telefone), cauldron, window
Clothing: an old, worn brown leather jacket
Color: blue


 


"Sirius, are you here?" whispered Remus at the door of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

"Shh," came the answer from one of the stalls.

Remus approached cautiously, one never knew when something would explode when Sirius was hiding. He opened the door to find his friend sitting on the floor looking alternately between a cauldron and a foe-glass. Curiosity picked, Remus crouched next to him and picked a list of instructions beside the cauldron.

"What do you need this for?"

Sirius looked at Remus with an expression between embarrassed, and defiant. "Just an experiment."

"Right, and the foe-glass?"

"Can't risk Snivelus, or any Slytherin walking in on me, can I?"

"Well, considering what you're doing, I guess you can't. You do know Myrtle is not very trustworthy, though, right? If she get a whiff of this, you won't have to worry about just Slytherins walking in on you."

"I know, I only came here for the final steps. I was brewing it at our bathroom, but it gets a little smelly at the end, and wouldn't be easy to keep it from you guys. Besides, I bet she's at the bottom of the lake whining to the Merpeople, right now."

"How the hell do you know that?"

Sirius looked guilty for a minute, then a little smile crossed his face, "I kind of flushed her down the toilet."

"Bloody hell, Sirius! You do know that every time you do that, she goes haunt the Prefect's bathroom. Now I'll be stuck with her crying her heart out about your insensitivity every time I try to use it."

"I guess she's under the impression you'll fix me someday." There was a faint blush on his cheek as he said that.

"Well, she has always been delusional."

Sirius looked as if he was about to protest, but changed his mind. "What brought you here, by the way?"

"Oh, yeah. Peter mentioned that you left the dorm without a coat, and I thought I'd bring it to you." He handed Sirius a worn brown leather jacket. It had belonged to his Uncle Alphard, and Sirius had been wearing it constantly ever since his passing. Remus knew Alphard was one of the only relatives Sirius cared for, and how hard it had been on his friend since his uncle died in the summer.

"You know," Sirius held the jacket for a moment before putting it on, "Uncle Alphard always said that I shouldn't be afraid to be who I am, and I guess that's what I'm doing right now, isn't it? Do you think he'd be disappointed in me?" Sirius had a lost look in his eyes when he turned to his friend.

Remus took a deep breath, before answering. "Sirius, I really don't think a potion will change you. I know why you're doing it, but I don't think it'll work."

"He's not answering the two way mirror anymore." He sounded truly miserable now.

Remus put his arm around Sirius's shoulders, "Sirius, can I ask you something?"

His friend nodded, but didn't look up at him.

"Is it James?" he asked softly.

Sirius frowned, and faced Remus before answering, "No, of course not. James is my brother. No, not James at all."

"Well," Remus said sighing, "that does make things easier then. I think he needs a little time to accept it. He'll come around eventually. You know he will."

"I'm not so sure, actually. You saw the way he looked at me when I told him. The way he acted afterwards. It seems like I have the plague now."

Remus didn't know what to say to that; the truth was that he wasn't sure how long it'd take for James to stop being a git. "Do you want me to talk to him?"

"It won't matter. You know how he is."

They fell silent for a few moments while Sirius worked on his potion. When it turned blue, he made some movements with his wand until it turned purple. "Guess it's done," he put his wand aside, while looking at the potion with a bit of distaste.

As he prepared to drink it, Remus grabbed his hands, "Do you really want to do this? You know this potion is hardly reliable. It was written by a lovesick witch who didn't want to lose her husband to another man, and there's actually no documentation saying that it worked at all."

Sirius stared at his friend for a moment, then frowned, "How do you know so much about it?"

Remus's eyes widened, and he blushed, "Well, I might have looked it up at some point..."

"You, what?" Sirius seemed shocked, and a little hopeful.

"I..." Remus was looking everywhere but at Sirius, "I..., all right, I guess I'd have to tell soon enough," he paused as if mustering courage to say the next words, "Sirius, I'm gay, too."

"You..." Sirius spluttered, took a deep breath, then tried again, "why didn't you tell me before?"

"With all the drama in the past week, I thought I'd let things cool down a little, and before that... Well, I guess I was a little worried how you guys would react. Guess I was right about James, huh?"

The silence that followed was one of the most awkward of Remus's life, and Sirius staring at him wasn't helping. He was relieved when Sirius suddenly jumped, and started fumbling with his pocket.

He took out the two way mirror expecting it to be James, but was disappointed when he saw Peter instead, "Peter? What's wrong? Why are you using James's mirror?"

"He got in a fight with Snivelus. Is Moony with you?"

"Yeah. What happened this time?"

"Well, you know Snape. He was taunting James about Lily, then about his family, then about us, the usual. Things just got a little out of hand, when Moony's furry little problem was mentioned."

Sirius looked up guiltily at Remus who paled at the words. Peter noticing his friend's eye movement, rushed to reassure them, "No one heard. Tell Moony his secret is safe."

Sirius kept his eyes on Remus until he gained some of his color, and smiled briefly at him. Turning back to Peter, he asked, "Is he all right?"

"He'll be. He got hit by a Blinding Curse. Madam Pomfrey fixed him, but said his eyes will be sensitive to light for a few days. She asked us to cover the windows in our dorm for the time being, and gave him a pair of sunglasses. He actually looks pretty funny with them. Either Madam Pomfrey has the worst taste in glasses in the world, or she's punishing him for fighting."

Sirius smiled a little, before it faded. "Well, thanks for telling me, I guess it's better if I stay clear of the dorm until later."

Peter looked at him quizzically, "Why?"

Sirius stared incredulous at Peter's question, "Why do you think?"

"The queer thing?" Peter laughed, "You guys are so stupid sometimes. He's over it already, he said quite clear to Snape that if you fancy other blokes, it's your business, and wouldn't change the fact that you're his best friend. He actually said he'd help you find dates himself just to see Snivelus's shocked face. I think I never saw him that shade of green before."

Sirius didn't know if he was more incredulous about what James said or that Snape knew about him. "Snape knows?"

"Oh, come on, Padfoot. It's not like you have been discreet about your preferences."

Sirius's jaw dropped, as he stared at the mirror. "But, James..."

"Is more than a little oblivious. You know that."

"But, Moony..."

"Well, that's another matter entirely."

"What do you mean?" He asked as he glanced up at Remus, who was back at looking everywhere but at him, and blushing.

"I have to go, Padfoot. I just wanted to ask if you'd come to the dorm to charm the windows. You know I'm no good at it."

"Sure, I'll be right back," he answered, still a little distracted about the whole conversation.

Sirius put the mirror back in his pocked, and turned his eyes to Moony, who was studying the sinks as if they were fascinating.

"I guess I won't need this potion after all." There was a small relieved smile on his face as he said that.

Remus looked at him then, "I'm glad to hear it."

"Are you?" Sirius asked as he approached his friend.

Remus squirmed a little under his gaze, but didn't break contact. "Yeah."

"Moony, can I ask you something?"

Remus nodded, as he felt Sirius's hand find his.

"Is it me?" His voice soft as if he was afraid to break the spell.

Remus looked terrified, but there was a spark of hope in his eyes, as he nodded again.

"Good." He smiled, and closed the gap between them. His lips were hesitant at first, but as he felt Remus's hands tangling in his hair, he abandoned all self restraint, and lost himself in the kiss, only coming up for air when he heard a small giggle coming from the back of the bathroom.

"Oooh, so that's why you didn't want me around, huh? So naughty."

Remus was mortified, knowing that by breakfast tomorrow, the whole school, and half of Hogsmeade would already know about them. He knew it'd be useless to talk her out of it, so he didn't even try.

While Sirius was emptying his cauldron, and trying to ignore the ghost's teasing,  Remus picked the foe-glass from the ground, and cursed as he saw Narcissa's image becoming more clear on the object. Could it get any worse? At least he knew Narcissa would never walk into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom voluntarily. They'd just need to wait for her to leave the hall before going back to Gryffindor Tower.

Sirius looked up startled at hearing his friend cursing, and walked up to him to see what got his attention. He cursed himself, as he saw that his cousin's image was getting clearer instead of fading.

"Ah, it's Cissy!" The ghost sounded delighted.

Sirius turned curiously to her, "Cissy? How do you know my cousin?"

Myrtle was quite offended by the disbelieving look Sirius threw her. "If you must know, she's my friend."

"Your friend? Cissy? As in Narcissa Black?"

"Yes," she answered just as the door opened.

"Myrtle, I..." Narcissa blanched as she saw her cousin and his friend.

"Cissy! Fancy seeing you here," Sirius said with a smirk on his face.

"I...You..." Narcissa spluttered, her eyes darting around the room for an escape.

"I was wondering, Cousin, does my dear Aunt Druella knows you've been associating with the ghost of a Muggleborn?"

"I wasn't...I'm not..." She searched frantic for an excuse, before composing herself, "I don't know what you're talking about." Her voice was steady, but her eyes still betrayed her fear.

"Of course not," Sirius said sweetly, "Here's the deal: Your secret is safe, as long as Myrtle here keeps quiet about what she saw earlier."

"What did she..."

"If she tells anyone, including you, the deal is off."

Narcissa looked furious, but agreed to not ask questions, she turned her eyes to Myrtle who nodded a little unhappily at having to keep the juicy gossip to herself.

"Well, we'll be on our way, then. See you girls later." Sirius grabbed Remus by the arm, and pulled him out of the bathroom.

They were silent for a few minutes before bursting with laughter.

"Did you see her face?" asked Remus.

"I hadn't seen that particular look since she was nine, and her mother caught her writing in her diary with a Muggle pen."

"Proper pureblood Narcissa writing with a Muggle pen?"

"Yeah, it was a gift from Uncle Alphard. He gave one to each of us, saying it was much easier to write than a quill. He was right, too. I still have the one he gave me in my trunk. Narcissa was all right as a kid. It was only after she saw my mother blasting Andromeda from the family tapestry that she got this way. Mother made us youngsters watch, so we'd know what would happen to us if we followed her example."

"That's terrible."

"Yeah."

Silence fell again, but this time it was filled with tension.

"Look," started Sirius, "maybe we should talk before heading back to the Tower."

"What about James?" Remus asked without much feeling.

"Well, he's been a git for the past week. Think of it as payback."

"Do you really want to talk?" Remus asked incredulous.

"I thought you'd want to talk, but if you don't, there are other things we could do."

"Like what?" There was a teasing smile on Remus's face as his eyes found Sirius's.

"I'm sure I can come up with..." but he was cut off by Remus pushing him into the nearest empty classroom, and efficiently shutting him up for the best part of the next hour.

Date: 2009-02-27 02:11 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] remuslives23.livejournal.com
Lovely! Very sweet fic and I like the blackmailing of Myrtle. :)

Date: 2009-02-27 02:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deiareads.livejournal.com
Thank you so much. I'm glad you liked Myrtle being blackmailed, I'm very fond of that part as well.

Date: 2009-02-27 08:25 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] libgirl.livejournal.com
:)

This is so cute! It's been ages since I've really read a Sirius/Remus and I liked this one. James changing his tune as soon as he realized that Snape would be a jerk about it; Remus and Sirius both liking each other; Myrtle at the end, it was very cute. :D

Date: 2009-02-28 03:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deiareads.livejournal.com
Thank you, sweetie. When I posted the link on my RL journal, I knew that you were the only person that could happen to be interested in reading this. I'm so glad you did, and that you liked it, too.

Also, you were the only one who picked on the James change of heart. That was exactly what I was aiming for, but thought I had been so subtle about it no one would notice. YAY you!!!

Thank you so much for your review. I'm beyond happy.

::hugs you::

Date: 2009-03-30 03:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] werewolfsfan.livejournal.com
This is fun. I love the unique details like the dodgy lavender potion and seeing Narcissa approach in the foe glass. I also like the "normal" treatment of Peter. To many fans forget that the real tragedy of the HP series was when a bosom friend of at least 10 years betrays the Potters!

Date: 2009-05-18 06:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deiareads.livejournal.com
Oops, I'm so sorry it took me this long to answer you. Too much work+forgetful brain is not a good combination for me.

I'm very glad you liked my first attempt at slash. I agree with you on Peter. I don't think James and Sirius would have put up with him for so long if he was just an annoying, hero worshiping boy.

Thanks a lot for commenting!

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