Ever since they’d learned about the sword of Godric Gryffindor, Sirius had been obsessed with finding it. The first time Remus arrived in the library to find Sirius already there with his head in a book, he almost went back to bed.
None of them really knew why Sirius wanted it, including Sirius. When asked he’d shrug and say ‘It’d be pretty cool’ or ‘I’ve always wanted a sword!’ and while Remus didn’t doubt that for a second, he suspected there was a deeper reason.
This was how he found himself looking for the room of requirement on a Thursday night when he really should have been catching up on homework after his prefect rounds.
“How does it even work?” Sirius asked, despite having read the same books that Remus had read.
“Well, apparently you just think about what you need the most and it’ll just appear.” Remus frowned as the wall remained unchanged.
“Well go on then.” Sirius nodded at the wall.
Remus paused, not trusting his brain to communicate effectively with this complex magic. “I don’t think…”
“Come on Moony. What do you need right now?”
‘Don’t think about Sirius. Don’t think about Sirius.’ He chanted in his mind and covered his eyes as a door appeared in the wall.
“I don’t think I thought very clearly, this will probably be something weird. You should try!” Remus stumbled over his words and froze as Sirius opened the door slowly and chuckled.
“Are you that tired, Moons?” Sirius called over his shoulder as he walked into the room. Remus took a deep breath and followed him, shaking his head as he took in the room.
In the centre of the room was a bed, not much bigger than the ones in their dorm, but much cosier looking. A fire roared in an ornate fireplace and candles flickered gently around the room.
“Yeah, like I said, wasn’t thinking clearly because I’m… tired.” He trailed off as he saw the rose petals. “It’s not going to be in here, let’s just go.” He turned towards the door as Sirius shouted.
“Aha!” He pulled a sword from behind the bed. “Oh, this isn’t…” He read the inscription on the sword and smiled softly.
“What is it?” Remus huffed. He just wanted to go back to Gryffindor Tower and crawl into his bed, close the curtains, shut out the world and pretend that he hadn’t summoned fucking rose petals while looking for a sword.
“This isn’t Gryffindor’s sword.” Sirius said quietly, “I think it’s yours. And I think I might have summoned the room after all. Huh.”
“Mine?” Remus stepped back into the room. “How could it be mine? I’ve never had a sword.”
“Come and look if you don’t believe me.”
Remus sighed and strode towards Sirius, looking down at the sword. His eyes widened as he read what was written there.
“‘Just fucking kiss me’?” He whispered, looking up at Sirius.
“Thought you’d never ask,” Sirius said, closing the small gap between them.