Dramaaaaa
Three days passed, and Remus found himself growing more and more restless with each hour. Sirius didn’t show up in the common room, didn’t appear at meals, didn’t even show up in their usual spots during free periods. It was like he had vanished entirely, except for the occasional glimpse of his dark hair in the distance. He was always just out of reach.
Remus couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. He knew Sirius. They had been through so much together. And yet, over the past year, it felt like the other boy had slipped away, retreating into himself until there was barely anything left to hold on to.
Remus’ mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. Guilt. Worry. Frustration. He hated the fact that he cared so much about someone who had used him for a prank, someone who had once nearly cost a life for the sake of some twisted joke. And yet… even knowing all of that, even knowing how complicated and painful their relationship had become, he couldn’t stop himself from worrying.
That night, in the quiet of the Gryffindor common room, James finally broke the silence.
“What’s bothering you, Moony?” James asked, dropping onto the couch beside Remus with a sigh. Peter looked up from his game of wizard’s chess, but Remus was too distracted to even acknowledge him.
“I haven’t seen him. Not for days. He’s barely been at meals, and I—" Remus stopped, a tight knot forming in his throat. "I saw him in the bathroom a few days ago. He was throwing up. And then he just... disappeared.”
James’ face darkened, a flicker of concern passing across his features. He opened his mouth to speak, but Peter cut in.
“Sirius? But he’s always been weird with food after the summers with his family. You know that, right?”
Remus nodded absently, but his thoughts were elsewhere. James was right, Sirius had always had trouble eating after returning from Grimmauld Place. But this wasn’t just about food anymore. It wasn’t just about him skipping meals or the faint tremors in his hands when he thought no one was looking. Something deeper was happening, and Remus had a terrible feeling that he was losing him. Losing Sirius, piece by piece.
“I know,” Remus said quietly. “But this time… it’s different.”
James fell silent, his lips pressed together in a thin line. He knew better than anyone how hard things had been for Sirius in recent years, how much weight he carried. But even he hadn’t seen this coming. “I’ll talk to him,” James said finally, his voice soft but determined. “I’m sure whatever it is, he’ll talk to me. He always does.” Remus nodded, though a heavy weight still pressed down on his chest. He wasn’t so sure anymore.