A/N:Is this a new story you see? Yes, yes it is. Title credit: +44- When Your Heart Stops Beating (Check the song out. Really. It's great.) I DO NOT OWN THE IMAGE! Found it on Google. Also, all rights go to J.K. Rowling. The plot is mine, but that's all.

Sirius' arms were burning already, but he refused to stop.

One hundred and two.

He was pushing himself away from the floor, his muscles rippling and silently complaining each time he did so.

One hundred and three.

He switched to one-handed press ups and gritted his teeth.

One hundred and four.

His luggage was lying beside him, with all the things he needed for tomorrow inside already.

One hundred and five.

Since it was four in the morning, he tried really hard not to groan when switching arms. His parents waking up was after all the last thing he needed.

One hundred and six.

This was his third round of press ups, sit ups and squats, but nothing was helping- Sirius couldn't sleep at all and that was it.

One hundred and se-

He gave up halfway up, spreading on the floor and sighing deeply. His body ached for sleep and yet he couldn't close his eyes for a second. He knew that tomorrow is going to be very difficult like this, but it couldn't be helped. He tried to attach every single part of his skin to the cold ground, hoping to ease the heat waves coming over him.

It was unusually hot. The summer was supposed to be ending and yet the heat kept getting worse. It worsened his insomnia even more.

Truly, Sirius was just laying there thinking about him most of the nights and the heat had only made it completely impossible to close his eyes.

If Sirius could he would live somewhere, where it was constantly cold, with lots and lots of snow- British winters had never been enough really. He didn't know why he hated heat and sun this much, but it was simply how he felt, especially when he was tired and sleep deprived.

He groaned quietly rolling over onto his back, feeling his muscles contract in pleasure when they hit the cold ground. The ground was not much of a help, but it was better than nothing.

Sirius closed his eyes trying not to think of anything, yet somehow he made his way back into his mind, making Sirius wonder whether he was sleeping, whether he felt as hot as Sirius, whether he was thinking of tomorrow.

"Goddamn it, James, let me sleep, will you?"

On the other side of the country Remus Lupin couldn't quite sleep either. Just like Sirius he had already packed his things and was now spending his time on the roof of his house with a cup of coffee in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth.

Yes, yes he knew it wasn't healthy. He was going to quit tomorrow. Really.

He looked at the night sky and took a deep drag of the smoke in.

As the heat ran down his body, making him sweat even more in his already soaked shirt, which was clinging to his skin uncomfortably, he looked undesirably at the almost cold by now cup of beverage in his hand. He usually was almost addicted to coffee, but there was something about the heat that made it seem highly unappetising.

Remus didn't like summer. He really didn't, he much preferred autumn or winter. Anything without heat would do. Although the transformations did seem to be a bit smoother during hotter periods and waking up hot might have been a bit more pleasant than waking up freezing.

He threw away the cigarette bud and wiped his forehead. His hair was sticking unpleasantly to it and he brushed it back, knowing that he looked stupid, but not caring enough.

He hated summer for more reasons than just heat, actually.

To him summer was this sad lonely time, where he had to be alone and only interact with his friends throughout the letters. And he missed them, missed the castle, the lessons, he even missed their so called 'adventures' (troubles, they were always getting themselves in some kind of trouble).

And today what scared him the most was that tomorrow their last year started.

He could hardly wrap his head around that.

He didn't want to think about his life from the point when he finished school.

No more school. No more friends. No proper job. War going on around him.

He shivered.

And then he thought that he was probably going to lose one more thing.

Her green eyes ran through his mind and he groaned burying his face in his hands.

He knew he shouldn't be feeling like this.

He knew. From the very beginning every each one of them knew who she was going to end up with. And for the longest time Remus rooted for them both. Because they were his friends. Because they deserved happiness more than anyone else in this world. Because the only thing she had to do was truly open her eyes and see what's been in front of her all along.

They would ride off into the sunset, leaving Remus here to be jealous of everything he cannot and will never have.

It would have been easier if he could at least hate James for it. But he couldn't. Because it was James. Because he fell for her first. Because Remus didn't have a chance, even if the situation would have been different. He just didn't.

In many ways life was not fair to Remus.

This one would make it to the list of top ten cruellest.

"Remus!" Sirius exclaimed grinning.

He had been trying to push his suitcase into the train with all his might and now that his friend distracted him, the said suitcase rolled back painfully hitting his legs and knocking him down like a bowling pin.

For a moment Remus stood there simply looking at Sirius- spread out on the ground with a tearful look on his face and biting his lower lip trying not to cry- and then he burst out laughing.

"Ha ha ha, Sirius, that was hilarious!" He hollered clutching his stomach.

"Shut up and help me up, you prick." Sirius mumbled embarrassed and tried to push off the suitcase of himself.

Remus didn't hear him- he was too busy gasping for air.

Sirius stumbled to his feet, mewling when a sharp shot of pain ran down his legs.

"I'm glad that you find my pain funny, Moony." Sirius huffed.

"Trust me, I do." Remus said finally straightening out.

Sirius glared at him, but then the look on his face changed.

"Your hair." He said with a weird expression.

"My hair." Remus nodded mimicking Sirius.

"No, I mean it looks different."

"Does it?"

"Yeah and you look taller." Sirius added, looking Remus up and down.

"Gaunter and lankier you mean- growth spurt's a bitch." The werewolf frowned and scrunched his nose distastefully.

"No, you look h-...fine. You look fine." Sirius stated and bent down to tie his shoe, which was weird, because Remus could've sworn he saw Sirius untie it first and tie it again. Suddenly the boy's head snapped up. "Since when do you swear?" he asked suspiciously.

"Spend an entire summer with my cousin and you'll be talking like a sailor too. And by the way I didn't swear, that was actually a pun- people like me tend to go through a late sudden growth spurt." Remus explained smiling solemnly and picking up his own suitcase to get into the train.

"Oh." Sirius murmured standing up.

"Wait a bit, I'll help you with that." Remus said quickly and after throwing his suitcase inside, came back to help Sirius with his.

"Thanks." Sirius hummed, his voice a bit stubborn. The lycanthrope rolled his eyes.

"You are very welcome."

"Prick."

"I heard that, Padfoot." Remus laughed.

"That was the intention."

Remus raised an eyebrow. He was standing a few steps higher than Sirius. Suddenly an evil grin spread over his face.

"No, no, Moony!"Sirius cried frantically, but it was too late. The suitcase was already released and falling onto him again making him hit the ground again.

Remus walked out of the train and lent over his groaning friend, grinning widely.

"Sorry, Sirius, it must have slipped." He laughed.

"Bloody prick!" Sirius yelped as the werewolf pushed the suitcase off him.

"Yeah, we established that already."

"I could've died!" Sirius exclaimed angrily, sitting up.

"I seriously doubt that, Padfoot." Remus brushed it off.

"I could've snapped my spine into two, then what?!"

"I'm sure a train full of witches and wizards would have figured out how to heal you." The lycanthrope said calmly and took Sirius' arm holding it elbow-up. "Speaking of which. Episkey." He muttered pointing at the place where ripped white material showed a slight scrape.

"You ripped my shirt!" Sirius said outraged.

"The ground did." Remus shrugged and laughed.

"It was my favourite!" Sirius groaned.

"I'll get you a new one for Christmas." The lycanthrope promised emptily, knowing full well that if he wanted he could've fixed the material as well.

He stood up and extended his hand to help his friend up. Sirius just sent him a nasty look and stood up by himself.

"Guys!" They heard a voice behind them and turned to see Peter hurrying towards them with a smile.

"Hi Peter!" They said simultaneously, which made Sirius glare at Remus again. Once he turned away, the lycanthrope stuck his tongue out at him.

"How are you?" Peter asked them grinning.

"Great, thanks." Remus replied at the same time as Sirius muttered 'been better'.

Peter laughed at that, making Remus think that he probably saw the little accident before.

"Anyways, seen James yet?" Peter asked.

"Nope." The werewolf shook his head.

"Nah, but he's probably somewhere around, flaunting his Head Boy badge to Evans or something." Sirius shrugged. "Peter, can you help me with this?"

"Yeah, sure." Peter said and they finally lifted Sirius' suitcase inside the train successfully.

"See, Remus, it's really not that hard." Sirius muttered indignantly coming out afterwards.

"Actually it's quite heavy, what did you even pack?" Peter asked rubbing his hands to his pants.

"Oh that's probably just his hair care products." Remus laughed and winced when Sirius' fist collided with his left arm.

"What's wrong with wanting to have nice hair?" Sirius huffed.

Remus and Peter shared a look.

"Nothing." They sang out together and laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, you're both just jelly." Sirius crossed his arms.

"Yeah, Sirius, you got us. We're jelly." The werewolf smirked, with sarcasm oozing out of his voice.

"Actually, Remus hair looks nicer than yours now."Peter added as an afterthought.

People hurrying by stopped and gaped at the three of them.

Remus swore he heard someone in the crowd whispering 'Oh no, he didn't.'

"Oh no, you didn't!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Mo-mommy, is that smoke coming out of that boys' ears?" A kid asked somewhere.

"Oh, honey, don't be silly that can't be- hmm, I guess you're right."

Remus spent the next fifteen minutes holding Sirius back from hitting Peter.

"I'm calm, I'm calm, you can let me go now." Sirius said finally.

"Never insult his hair, Peter. Never." Remus whispered to Peter fearfully.

"Sorry, I forgot." Peter shuddered.

The boys stood around waiting for James to show up.

Remus sighed.

"It's too hot!" He complained, undid the upper button of his shirt and rolled back the sleeves.

"Whoa!" Peter exclaimed next to him and carefully poked his upper arm with one finger. "Are those muscles?"

Sirius, who was looking into the distance, glanced at them quickly and scrunched up his nose.

"I'm pretty sure those are called bones, Peter." He said spitefully.

"Nah, mate, I'm pretty sure those are muscles." Peter shook his head and Remus laughed.

Sirius didn't respond instead he shifted and strained his eyes a little bit focusing on something in the crowd.

"I think..." He said slowly. "I think I just found James."

Two other boys followed his gaze and froze.

Yup, it was James alright. And he was certainly undoubtedly truly shoving his tongue down a particular redhead's throat.

"Well-" Peter started stunned.

"Well, fuck." Remus and Sirius said in unison.