The house groaned as Remus stood at its base, peering up at the shutters that flashed in the dull sun. A tickling sensation ran up his spine as looked at it. What could possibly go wrong? Pretty much everything, Remus finds out soon enough. Ghosts aren't particularly things that are right after all, seeing as they aren't supposed to even exist! ...Right? (Human AU, slightly ghosty)

It's sometimes hard to understand Sirius, Remus realizes. Perhaps... well perhaps he hadn't known the boy as much as he thought he had...(male/male, m for mature scenes and sexual content in future)

'I've always been controlled in my life, as a weapon of destruction and salvation... but that is it. Harry Potter is only a name people acknowledge with death, and if that is the case... I have no other purpose...I'm sorry.'