It's been over a year loves, and here it is. The last chapter of Silencio. Took me long enough. (By the way, I finished it at 3.25 in the morning. Forgive me if you find error or something you are not satisfied with.) But please enjoy and remember to comment.

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Severus woke to soft breathing beside him hours later. They hadn't spoken any more after their fight in hopes that both would sleep it off. He knew that wouldn't happen. Sirius would wake up soon and roll over and his eyes would clear and widen and he'd burst from the bed before shooting him in the heart…

He was frightened. He was confused and could only wait until Sirius drifted into wakefulness and tell him what they should do.

He doomed them both. He was right, everything that Sirius said was right. If Severus betrayed his master, he would find out why and come after his lover. He should just leave, right now. Severus should just leave Hogwarts and run away some place to save them both.

The boy rustled under the sheets, accidentally kicking Severus' shin. He sighed in his half-sleep, muttering something to himself, before tossing onto his stomach and opened his eyes to the other.

Severus tried a weak smile, he even thought of greeting him Good Morning although it was really only three am. Sirius' hair covered his left eye lightly. It reminded Severus of a willow tree's sad branches, how they covered whatever or whoever was hidden beneath, away from the world. Sirius was hiding; he tightened his fingers on the black sheets beneath his chin, his lips were tight, eyes half open.

Severus shifted to place a hand gently towards his face to push back the strands and uncover the boy beneath. Shockingly, Sirius didn't move. But… he didn't move.

He tried more. Placing a finger on his forehead, he traced the pale skin along his jaw line to his lips. Sirius' deep black eyes shone with a deep hatred. His jaw tightened as Severus caressed him lightly.

Severus took a breath as he placed his hand on the other's shoulder. Sirius snapped to his side, away from Severus.

He swallowed.

"Sirius," he whispered meekly.

"What."

He couldn't think of what to say anymore. Everything was exchanged now.

They were in love. And Severus was going to betray everyone. He needed Sirius to believe that bit. To make it better in the end. So he would know, so he could realize for himself what kind of a man Severus really was.

In another snap and rustle of sheets, Sirius turned over, releasing a heavy sigh, and gazed at Severus. His features had softened and he managed to realize an arm from over the covers to touch Severus' lip.

"Don't tell me anything else," he said, eyes narrowing. "Don't tell me a bloody thing more about your plans. I'll let you do what you want to do as long as you never hurt me or James or Remus or Peter, you understand? I know you're friends with those others, but I've ignored that this whole time… Avery, Mulciber." He scoffed. "You and James… it's put me in the middle. I hate lying to them, Severus, especially James….
He trailed off. Severus could sense there was something else he wanted to say.

"Sirius," he muttered, removing the finger from his lip and gripping the hand in his own.

Black's features grew ever softer as they lay looking at each other. Finally, Sirius confided something: "I'm scared."

Severus immediately took the boy in a tight embrace. There was no use apologizing for all this because Sirius wouldn't have any of it. But he knew. He knew Severus was sorry for being so pitiful, for needing another love in his life, for hating his lover's best friend, for associating with Muggle-haters. But it's who he was. He couldn't change. Not now. He wouldn't change, not even for Sirius. They both knew they might end up hurting each other again one day but until then, they would love each other, up until the moment one or the other died.

And if there was a way to still be with Sirius while he was a death eater, then he would. Oh gods, he would stay with this boy for a thousand years if circumstances were different, if he were different.

But their roles at school had been defined and stabilized years ago. Their friends and enemies back then were their friends and enemies now.. with a few alterations.

"Come home with me, Severus. Just a couple days," Sirius said, pushing out of the embrace. "The other's… they…oh fucking Merlin, Severus," he flopped onto his back. "What a bloody mess."

"What is it?"

He sighed.

"Something I can't tell you."

"Sirius… the… the Order of the Phoenix? You all are…." Ah. The Marauders would join the anti-Death Eater Voldy group….to search and destroy him.

"FUCK!" Sirius screamed. He lurched himself of the bed, throwing himself against a wall, banging his fists against the stone. Slapping his back against the wall, he slid down, and cradled his head with his hands between his knees.

Severus knelt up, trying to make out the murmurs that were emanating through the darkness of his bedroom. He slid out as quickly as possible, padding over to the boy. He knelt down a foot away in front and just studied him.

Sirius was trembling. Severus realized he was sobbing, trying impossibly to stifle it. He rocked against the wall, hitting himself back as hard as possible in an effort to focus more on the self-inflicting pain than that internally.

Finally, the other reached out tentatively, and despite being screamed at to go away, his arms struck from him, he managed to move closer and lay a death grip on the wet cheeks and kiss him firmly, sucking out all his air and love and pain. He managed to pin Sirius' arms to his sides as he crawled atop the boy. Sirius eyes were wide in redness and tears.

Neither of them needed to speak to know what was going to happen. Snape vs. them.

Oh gods, he needed a way out of this. If Merlin and whoever was out there could just do something for him, to give him a way out of his fate, to get him away from Voldemort and the Death Eaters. He needed a way to get back to Hogwarts, to get back to Sirius, to get back to loving him after he departed. If the fates could find some way….

Severus begged to Merlin and the Fates over and over and over again, incessantly in his mind, as he kissed Sirius. As he nestled himself tight against the boy, to get him to stop cursing him, he became calmer. He subdued the raging one gradually who agreed to a passionate, hungry, bruising kiss.

Sirius whispered Please more than once as they slid to the cold floor, kicking off the remainder of their nightwear, and impaled each other over and over again until they were both numb to the core and exhausted to the point of death.

They did not sleep the remainder of the night and lay chilled against each other until the sun rose and warmed them slightly. Sirius sat up first to look down at the other. Neither smiled nor said any words to the other as they dressed, kissing again so passionately it would made Venus jealous.

They swore silently to each other that there would be no mention of their proposed activities until the day came to leave for them.

As Sirius left his room, Severus went after him, taking his hand, and both walked the grounds until classes.

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By the end of the year, Severus had his plans; they weren't complete, by far. They did not involve Sirius or betraying the Dark Lord. He was to go home with Sirius until the others came to form Dumbledore's Order. Then he would disappear by day and return at night, like a vampire from legend. He would be with his lover until he was summoned. And they would destroy each other in that last night; two dark figures in the shadows, suffocating each other in heat, and each would forgive the other and go on his way.

And when the day came that they would meet again, they would be together, and renounce everything. They would love each other freely someplace where no one could find them. They would stay there, just like that, unless Fate had something else in store. And if she did, they would take her head-on and meet again in death.