Author's Note: Wow…I have not written anything in ages!!! No, I did not fall off the face of the Earth, but Jesus it's been a while. If anyone's wondering, I'll probably update my other stuff soonish, but I have no guarantees. I wrote this bit because I've been reading a lot of Sirius/Remus slash, so I've been having their relationship on my mind lately.

Disclaimer: Nope not mine…just the plot and I'm not sure how original that is either.

Another note: This is slash people. Don't like. Don't read. It's that simple. Flamers are losers. If you can't be constructive, don't say anything.

Now, let's begin shall we?

Year One

The train breathed anxious steam into the air.

Father pats my shoulder bracingly.

Proud son. Good son.

Mother kisses my forehead

And holds Regalus' hand.

Be good son. Be proud son.

And I saw you for the first time.

I was surrounded.

You were alone

Small and suffocated in the crowd.

But powerful enough to hold my eyes on you.

Father follows my gaze.

Half blooded bastard. Shouldn't be allowed in.

He didn't know the half of it.

Neither did I.

Not then anyway.

The crowd shifts

And you disappear.

For some reason

That made me very sad.

I board the train.

I throw kisses out the window

And watch Mother catch them.

I look for a compartment

And I find you all alone.

I sit.

And something begins.

The days roll into each other.

And we make two new friends

Peter Pettigrew: stupid boy, fun boy

The one who will always be your friend.

So simple and loyal.

And James Potter.

Spoiled boy, genius boy.

So quick and charismatic

And good to the core.

For a heart-stopping moment

I didn't know whom I loved more

Him

Or you.

You were quiet that first year.

I knew you didn't trust us.

And that hurt.

James and I are inseparable.

Brothers.

But he was my first love.

A child's crush.

You were so quiet

James was so loud.

You were beautiful

But he was blinding

And I was blind.

James and I caused trouble.

Lily Evans (pretty girl,

Smart girl, good girl)

Got so mad at us.

I didn't like her.

I know

Shame.

So James and I turned her hair

As green as her eyes.

She didn't like that.

James laughed

But I was watching you.

You frowned.

Later you told me

Lily's nice. Be nice to her.

I tried.

Perhaps.

I wrote letters home then.

Sent news. Send love.

I made them proud.

Despite being in Gryffindor.

But they didn't like you.

Bad blood

Not like us.

You taught me not to hate half bloods,

How to blow a bubble,

How to pick a lock the Muggle way,

How to make the perfect levitating snowball.

Do you remember when

I set Professor Slughorn on fire.

That really was an accident!

And when James and I

Flooded the third floor corridor.

You got mad because Charms was cancelled.

And you liked Charms class.

And Christmas!

You weren't expecting so many presents

I got you a new winter coat,

With big, warm pockets

Just like mine

Because your coat was so thin.

You got me special ink.

So I could write notes to someone

And only that person could read it.

I only ever wrote notes to you.

The train halted with a weary sigh.

We promised to write.

And we made plans to stay at James'

Your parents didn't hug you.

I remember.

But your mother held your hand.

My parents held me

And asked me questions.

As they led me away

From the station

I answered

But I was watching you.

End note: I hope you all liked this. I have the entire thing written, so it's just a matter of finding the time to post. Drop me a review if you liked it, or if you didn't like it and think I can make it better. Much love, ciao.