He gestured to the unconscious Tonks in his arms. "You see this? THIS WAS MEANT FOR ME!"

He was always the one with all the answers, but no opinion. That’s why he could never really believe in anything. I was always the one telling him to make his own opinions, to let the facts alone, to think from his heart. That’s why he believed in

He sank to his knees, reaching out a shaking, tentative hand to the face of the red-haired shadow. It was cold. “George?” Again, he got no answer.

We were the Marauders three, and I am Remus J. Lupin, and that was our story, so often bittersweet.

It had been a week. A long, miserable, stinking week since... well, you didn’t like to think about it, did you?

Eh, just some angsty RemmySiri friendship stuff I felt like writing.

“But the way you talk about Harry sometimes, Sirius...” Sirius scowled darkly, as if he knew what the other was going to say. “He’s not JAMES, for Merlin’s sake.”

Whee, SiriRemmy slash! Yay. R&R.

Rating is for severe Remus abuse. This one is a really sweet, non-slash fic. R&R!