The Day Lupin Was Confronted With The Infamous And Possibly Risky Prisoner
Of Azkaban
It was late in the evening, and Remus Lupin had quite had it with all the bothersome people around him. He decided he it would be good to go to bed early. As he was rummaging through his pyjamas - since they were usually not brought back from the laundry as whole pairs anymore (Lupin suspected some shirts had been thrown away), he had difficulty finding anything matching - he heard the door to his bedroom open behind him.
"Who's there, and why didn't you knock before you entered?" he asked, turning around to the door. He stopped dead in his track when he saw he had come face to face with a large, scruffy black dog. His mouth became very dry and he swallowed hard, his eyes large in panic.
"What are you doing here?" he whispered hoarsely, taking a few unconscious steps backwards.
The dog immediately transformed back into the man he should be, naturally speaking. Tall, skinny as a corpse, a skull like face, long, tangled and unkempt black hair, and a pair of smouldering eyes, burning in their sockets; the grin, familiar from the old days, completed the picture of Sirius Black. Lupin took another few steps backwards, gulped again.
"Hello, Remus," Black croaked, the grin on his face stretching just this bit further. "I was in the school, and I thought, why not visit my old friend Remus?"
Lupin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "How did you know I'd be here?"
"My conk told me so," said Black, tapping his nose and grinning. There was something quite unusual about this grin. Suddenly, Black took a few good steps across the room. Lupin hardly knew where to go; he stood rooted to the spot, his eyes larger than ever.
"Remus," Black moaned, flinging his arms around Lupin, who had no clue of what was happening to him. "Remus, I've missed you so," Black whispered into his ear, breathing heavily and pressing his body close to Lupin's. Lupin didn't know what Black was up to, but he found himself again and wriggled in the escaped convict's grip, trying to free himself.
At last, he could throw Black off of him. Black fell to the floor, and looked up at Lupin with a sort of hurt and playful look on his gaunt face.
"Oh," he breathed, "You want to play a game?"
"No," said Lupin indignantly. "I have no idea what you're talking about. You're an escaped mass-murderer and you're in my room. I don't want you near me!"
Now Black looked genuinely hurt. "But Remus," he spluttered, trying a puppy- dog face - and failing miserably - "Don't you remember all the good days we had? All the intimate bits?"
"All the intimate bits?" Lupin repeated suspiciously. "What intimate bits might you be referring to, apart from the normal intimate bits a group of best friends share?"
"Er," said Black uneasily, "Actually, normal groups of friends DON'T share that kind of intimate bits. They're usually a bit TOO INTIMATE for mere friends."
Lupin stared at Black, trying hard to recall exactly why those intimate bits could have been too intimate. He gulped.
"You - You - " he said, raising an arm to point at Black, trembling with uncharacteristic rage. "You and James! You've forced me to - all those years you actually - made me do -"
He never got to finish the sentence. There was a rap on the door that made both him and Black jerk their heads around at once.
"You shouldn't be seen here, Black," gasped Lupin, staring at the door, calculating their chances.
"So, you do want to - ?" asked Black tentatively, grinning again.
"No, I don't," retorted Lupin, rolling his eyes. "I'm not desperate!"
"You're celibate," Black pointed out. "That's the same."
"Not as celibate as you'd want me to be," said Lupin mysteriously, and Black raised an eyebrow, but refrained from making a comment.
Lupin helped him out though his office's back door. As soon as Black was gone, Lupin returned to see who had knocked.
"Oh, hello, Professors," said Lupin cheerily and honestly innocent, opening the door to Sprout, Hooch, Sinistra and McGonagall. "Is it time for our games again?"
The Professors smirked as Lupin let them in and they took off their robes to reveal nothing - that is, no underwear. "A cup of tea?" Lupin asked as he looked round his office's door.
It was late in the evening, and Remus Lupin had quite had it with all the bothersome people around him. He decided he it would be good to go to bed early. As he was rummaging through his pyjamas - since they were usually not brought back from the laundry as whole pairs anymore (Lupin suspected some shirts had been thrown away), he had difficulty finding anything matching - he heard the door to his bedroom open behind him.
"Who's there, and why didn't you knock before you entered?" he asked, turning around to the door. He stopped dead in his track when he saw he had come face to face with a large, scruffy black dog. His mouth became very dry and he swallowed hard, his eyes large in panic.
"What are you doing here?" he whispered hoarsely, taking a few unconscious steps backwards.
The dog immediately transformed back into the man he should be, naturally speaking. Tall, skinny as a corpse, a skull like face, long, tangled and unkempt black hair, and a pair of smouldering eyes, burning in their sockets; the grin, familiar from the old days, completed the picture of Sirius Black. Lupin took another few steps backwards, gulped again.
"Hello, Remus," Black croaked, the grin on his face stretching just this bit further. "I was in the school, and I thought, why not visit my old friend Remus?"
Lupin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "How did you know I'd be here?"
"My conk told me so," said Black, tapping his nose and grinning. There was something quite unusual about this grin. Suddenly, Black took a few good steps across the room. Lupin hardly knew where to go; he stood rooted to the spot, his eyes larger than ever.
"Remus," Black moaned, flinging his arms around Lupin, who had no clue of what was happening to him. "Remus, I've missed you so," Black whispered into his ear, breathing heavily and pressing his body close to Lupin's. Lupin didn't know what Black was up to, but he found himself again and wriggled in the escaped convict's grip, trying to free himself.
At last, he could throw Black off of him. Black fell to the floor, and looked up at Lupin with a sort of hurt and playful look on his gaunt face.
"Oh," he breathed, "You want to play a game?"
"No," said Lupin indignantly. "I have no idea what you're talking about. You're an escaped mass-murderer and you're in my room. I don't want you near me!"
Now Black looked genuinely hurt. "But Remus," he spluttered, trying a puppy- dog face - and failing miserably - "Don't you remember all the good days we had? All the intimate bits?"
"All the intimate bits?" Lupin repeated suspiciously. "What intimate bits might you be referring to, apart from the normal intimate bits a group of best friends share?"
"Er," said Black uneasily, "Actually, normal groups of friends DON'T share that kind of intimate bits. They're usually a bit TOO INTIMATE for mere friends."
Lupin stared at Black, trying hard to recall exactly why those intimate bits could have been too intimate. He gulped.
"You - You - " he said, raising an arm to point at Black, trembling with uncharacteristic rage. "You and James! You've forced me to - all those years you actually - made me do -"
He never got to finish the sentence. There was a rap on the door that made both him and Black jerk their heads around at once.
"You shouldn't be seen here, Black," gasped Lupin, staring at the door, calculating their chances.
"So, you do want to - ?" asked Black tentatively, grinning again.
"No, I don't," retorted Lupin, rolling his eyes. "I'm not desperate!"
"You're celibate," Black pointed out. "That's the same."
"Not as celibate as you'd want me to be," said Lupin mysteriously, and Black raised an eyebrow, but refrained from making a comment.
Lupin helped him out though his office's back door. As soon as Black was gone, Lupin returned to see who had knocked.
"Oh, hello, Professors," said Lupin cheerily and honestly innocent, opening the door to Sprout, Hooch, Sinistra and McGonagall. "Is it time for our games again?"
The Professors smirked as Lupin let them in and they took off their robes to reveal nothing - that is, no underwear. "A cup of tea?" Lupin asked as he looked round his office's door.