Star: Hey peoples! Wolf and I decided to write a story together and see where it took us. It took a lot of planning and quite a bit of time. (I really suck at consistent writing because my muse likes to leave on vacation without warning.) But ta da! Yay story! Enjoy. Oh and a few words from Wolf too. ^.^

Wolf: Hi. I hope you like this story. I'm a big fan of Star's work and I'm looking forward to working on this story with her. I'm wolf because I mostly write from Remus' view.

I'm also loving that my nickname for this is Wolf! I can work with that :)

Disclaimer: Neither of us own Harry Potter. We both like to imagine we do though.

(I like to imagine I own Sirius and Remus, but that's only in my dreams).

Chapter One

Sirius remembered the first time he ever saw his red string. He was barely six when it happened. Something had woken him in the middle of the night though nothing in the house was amiss. He could remember the bright red string darkening as if turning black. For a moment he was terrified he would lose the soulmate he had yet to even have a chance to meet. Even at that young age, Sirius understood what the red string was; what it meant.

The Black heir watched in terror as the string around his ring finger darkened to a blood red. It almost went black but at the last moment lightened up to a dark red, never bouncing back to the bright red he knew they were supposed to be. Sirius reached out a finger and touched the near translucent string, finding that he could feel the heart beat of his soulmate coming through the string. It was beating far too fast but at least it was strong. Sirius never did get back to sleep that night, instead, choosing to watch the string in the light of the full moon until it disappeared from his sight again.

10 years had passed since that first night he saw his string. Sirius had found out what the darkening of the string had meant a few years later. His soulmate had been bitten that night, turned into a werewolf. The darkening of the string meant a second soul bonding to him. The man, and the wolf. It had to be a man, though Sirius had yet to meet him. He knew this because women held no interest to him at all. Sirius doubted that his string would lead him to someone he wasn't attracted to.

The dark-haired teen had returned from school a few days ago and was already wishing to be back at Drumstrang. While it wasn't all that great, it was better than home. While he loved his brother very much, there was little warmth to be had within the House of Black. Which was why at the current moment Sirius was looking out the window. He wondered where his soul mate might be. Was he in pain with the coming full moon this weekend? Was he really hyper from the extra energy the wolf sometimes gave it's human? Was he worried about hurting someone?

Sirius knew his soul mate wouldn't want to hurt someone on purpose. No true love of his would be so cruel. He was a good man, he could just tell. Grey eyes were drawn to a figure on the street. It was strange to see people standing about on the street for no reason, even more so when it was his street. But the guy was sitting down and staring at the house. He was cute too. Sirius could see that plain as day. Perhaps the guy was just lost. Maybe he needed directions.

The Black heir left his room, intending to go outside and help the stranger find where he was going when a conversation hit his ears. His parents were in his father's study. Funny, his mother never went in there.

"I don't care what it takes. I won't allow a half breed to become heir to this house. No grandchildren of mine will be filth!" Walburga Black sounded furious. At the mention of half breed and grandchildren Sirius felt his blood run cold.

"There is nothing to worry about dear. Once we find out who it is, we'll simply ensure they have an unfortunate accident with silver. Then we can find a black-banded respectable pureblood witch that can fill the role of wife. Sirius will thank us in the end."

"I don't even want that werewolf near this house! The moment you find out who it is, take them out. Sirius need never to know."

"Absolutely not. His head is already filled with that blood traitor nonsense. We don't want to add more fuel to the fire. I truly hoped Drumstrang would knock that out of him. It's why we never sent him to Hogwarts. Dumbledore is too soft." Sirius bolted back upstairs to his room. They were going to kill him. They were going to kill his soulmate just because he was a werewolf. Of course they knew. His parents had been researching it for as long as possible. The moment Sirius had turned 13 and they were able to cast the spell to show his string they began searching.

The darkened string told them all they needed to know. It didn't matter that this was his soul mate, the one destined to make him happy. It didn't matter how he felt about the whole thing. No, what mattered was the image. How many innocent people had been killed because the string didn't lead to the right person the parents wanted?

No. Sirius would not allow his soul mate to become part of that morbid number. His true love had a hard enough life without the Blacks coming after him. The dark-haired teen cast the spell that would show his string. It was the one and only spell underage wizards and witches could cast without threat of expulsion, not that the heir to the House of Black had to worry about that anyway. The darkened red string glowed brightly in front of him, leading out the window and into the world.

Sirius wished so badly he could follow it. He couldn't though. If he met his soul mate he wouldn't want to give him up and that would lead to disaster. Sirius used to dream about the day he would find the other end of his string.

He touched the string, feeling the strong heartbeat thrum through his fingers. That feeling had gotten him through a lot. Just knowing there was someone out there that would love him unconditionally, just as he was, was a great comfort to Sirius growing up. He wanted to meet the person holding the other end. But knowing what his parents were planning on doing, the 16 year old couldn't allow that. His soul mate would never be subjected to that if he could help it.

Sirius knew what it might do to his love on the other end of his string but the known alternative was far worse. At least this way, his soul mate could live a full and wonderful life without the threat of the House of Black. So with a shaky breath Sirius picked up his wand and pointed it at his string.

"I'm so sorry...please forgive me. I can't let them have you...I love you." The cutting curse came off his tongue a moment later and his string brightened painfully then all at once severed, turning black at both ends and disappeared.

The tears came without warning and Sirius fell to the ground. He'd just cut his string to save his soul mate from his parents. The loss of it hit him hard but at least his love was safe. At least his beautiful werewolf would get to live a full life. He had to protect him and cutting the string was the only way he knew how. Still, Sirius grieved the loss and when his parents found him a half hour later they seemed far more happy than they should. He, of course, knew why. Their problem had taken care of itself without their involvement. Today was their lucky day, and Sirius' worst.

Remus' gaze fell on his hand as it did so often. He stared at where his string should be. He had cast the spell to reveal it, but

Only this time it wasn't there any-more. He had seen it turn black with his own eyes. The sting that was once red and vibrant, almost glowing suddenly darkening and turning back. He had mourned someone he had never even known the identity of.

It had been two weeks since he watched the string change colour and disappear, his friends watching him with sympathetic expressions, but he hid his emotions on the matter well. It was probably for the best after all - the bond had been there since he was born. His mother had been adamant she could sense it, even if he wasn't able to see it until he was a bit older. That meant he had a soul-mate already in the world, waiting to meet him.

"A mother knows these things," Hope had insisted when he questioned her about it.

But whoever they were, they were expecting to meet a nice normal guy. They weren't expecting to find out their soul-mate was actually a Werewolf. A monster. The bond was already there before he got bitten and it wouldn't have changed. He couldn't ask that person, whoever they were, to accept a creature as their one true love.

Lily always argued when he told her that. She always insisted he try to meet them when the time came. That he give it a shot. Better to have tried and failed then live in misery, wondering what could have been, right?

And there was certainly a part of Remus that looked at the string and found it fascinating. That the world had picked the perfect person for him - who wouldn't be curious about it? Who wouldn't want to meet the person who would make you happy above all others?

He didn't realise how much he needed that string. Late at night when he was alone, or after a full moon when it all felt like it wasn't worth it, he would make the string appear and he could feel his soulmates heartbeat. It had become his lifeline and he was completely lost without it!

What James and Lily didn't know is that Remus did try to meet this person. His soulmate. The man or woman would could be his one true love. He had an appointment at the Ministry during his holiday's and although the Ministry had been known to keep him and the other Werewolves waiting for hours, he was in and out of there quickly.

With a few hours between him leaving and the time he would meet James and Lily, Remus done something impulsive. Something not like him at all.

He cast the spell that would show his string and decided to follow it. He was glad that he would be the only one able to see the string as muggles weren't aware of strings and soulmates and seeing the string leading from his finger would freak them out.

He didn't expect it to really lead him anywhere. He could be in the wrong country even, but he just wanted to see which direction it brought him in. He could easily apparate to Diagon Alley to meet James and Lily later that afternoon.

He watched the string appear and Remus tried to work out what was in that direction. Holburn possibly. Kings Cross was too. Remus found a place to hide, and apparated to Kings Cross, into the hidden part of the station usually reserved for people going to and from platform 9 3/4. Remus left the station and began walking.

He spent ten minutes walking down The Euston Road before the string started to point in another direction. The string wouldn't change direction so quickly unless he was close. Heart pounding, Remus sped up, watching where he was going. He turned a corner, walking fast down Claremont Square and onto Grimmauld Place.

His gaze moved between the houses as he followed the string. This was it. He began counting the house numbers to himself as he headed down the street.

One Grimmauld Place.

He was about to find his soulmate. The one he claimed he didn't need. He watched his string turn into a house not too far in the distance. Was he even ready for this? But was anyone ever ready to meet their soulmate? The only person who would love them above all others?

Three Grimmauld Place.

No. But he was here now and maybe just a glimpse of this person who the world had chosen for him would be enough. Maybe he could just introduce himself and find out this persons name and then come back another time?

Five Grimmauld Place.

He wondered what the person was like. Male or Female? Tall? Short? Loud? Shy? Did they share his love of books or Chocolate? Would they have been a Gryffindor or Slytherin?

Seven Grimmauld Place.

A girl rushed out of a house in the distance and his heart jumped. Was that her? As she walked towards him, the string didn't change directions, and Remus continued on, trying to calm himself at the slight panic he had felt.

He slowed his pace, nerves getting to him. He didn't know if he was ready for this after all.

Nine Grimmauld Place.

Remus froze on the spot, taking some deep breathes. What was he going to do? Knock on the door and tell them that he followed his string? Did people actually do that, or did people prefer fate?.

Would they even accept him in his condition? They might not want a Werewolf, but he knew he had to try - he had to know. At least if they didn't accept him, he'd be able to move on with his life.

Eleven Grimmauld Place.

This was it, almost there.

Thirteen Grimmauld Place.

Remus froze as he looked at the string touching the spot where these two houses met. Twelve Grimmauld Place was missing, but that's where his string was sending him. That's where his soulmate was waiting and he had no way of contacting him or her.

Remus crossed the road, trying to see if there was even a flicker of magic. He tried calling the address out loud, and finally he walked up to the wall and touched it with his wand, trying to reveal the missing house or set off the wards.

But it was clear the security spells on the house were not something Remus could deal with. He crossed the road and sat down, his eyes where the house should stand. He had a couple of hours before he was supposed to meet James and Lily and there was a chance that someone could enter or leave the house. He'd notice someone randomly appearing and maybe he could approach them and explain who he was?

He watched the space, his eyes moving up and down the road and he listened for even the faintest sound of apparation but nothing. He stayed until there was ten minutes left to meet his friends.

He would come back when he finished Hogwarts and he would meet this person. Hopefully in a situation where his soul-mate wasn't in this hidden house. Maybe knowing they lived in London, meant that at any time he could bump into them in Diagon Alley one day. He sighed and with one last look in the direction of the missing house, he turned and left.

But now the bond was gone and there was no point returning to that house.

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