It was Saturday morning, you could see the sun rays reflected on the windows of the Gryffindor towers, making their way through the thick red curtains.
The gigantic wooden clock in the common room ticked and rang as it hit nine o’clock.
Most of the students were already in the Great Hall enjoying their breakfast, much like James Potter who practically inhaled his oatmeal and a piece of toast, to get some morning practice.
Others much like Sirius Black preferred to cherish every last second of sleep they could manage on the weekend and that's exactly why Sirius Black found himself dragging the bed covers over his head. Trying and failing to avoid the light entering the room to interrupt his sacred sleep.
He turned and twisted and turned once again but after some restless tumbling he finally gave up on his beauty sleep and forced himself to open his eyes.
Lazily he sat up in Remus bed and rubbed his eyes as he yawned. He looked around towards the clock on the bedside table and realized everyone was probably already up. The utter silence in the room made him assume he was right.
He thought of the wereabouts of his fellow marauders:
James was probably already on the Quidditch field trying out the new broom Effie and Monty had gotten him for Christmas, on the other hand, Sirius could almost say with complete certainty that Peter was there playing cheerleader, the thought alone annoyed him.
He wondered where Remus would be but knowing his boyfriend he’d likely still be eating breakfast in company of a good book and a cup of tea.
He rejoiced in the silence of an empty room but it was a bit weird after years with the marauders “I might as well get up” he murmured throwing the blankets that protected him from the cold, despite being sunny the temperature was starting to drop.
To lazy to find clean clothes he pulled up the jeans he had thrown on the floor yesterday and gave them a quick “Scourgify” he looked around and found Remus old worn Zeppelin shirt, he personally loved how big it looked on himself and how it smelled, though he'd never admit that much to Remus.
Just as he was making a fool out of himself getting stuck putting on the shirt he heard something crash and definitely break.
He looked up to the small door in the room where the noise had come from “So I guess I'm not alone after all”
Upon closer inspection he saw the door wasn’t properly closed. Peeking inside he saw his boyfriend’s tall back. He smirked ready to scare the shit out of him which was often hard due to his incredible werewolfy powers.
As he pulled the door open Remus turned around and Sirius could see how his lovely boyfriend had his hand all cut up.
“Moonyy…What the hell happened?”
Sirius got what he wanted, scaring Remus as he jumped at the sight of the other boy. Remus went red and stood in front of the sink to hide it as well as his wand but it was too late.
Sirius had already seen the wand and the broken shards of mirror, without mentioning the bloodied hand.
“I…I…” he mumbled but gave no further explanation.
It took some seconds but slowly it all started to make sense to Sirius “You hit the mirror…again…Where you trying a new spell to hide your scars…again?” the question was barely whispered but Sirius had no doubt his Moony had heard.
Remus' eyes started to water as he looked down at his feet “It's just they're so ugly and they keep getting more noticeable, I just wanted…” Sirius didn't let him finish before he jumped right at him hugging him so tight it most likely hurt, wishing there was more he could do for him.
“Those scars that I think are beautiful by the way, just show the world who you are” Remus was now sobbing into his arm wetting the shirt, not that Sirius cared much.
He stepped back from the hug and delicately traced the biggest scar that crossed from his chin to his forehead all through the nose.
Only Sirius was allowed to touch them, everyone else could just bugger off according to Remus.
“Yes, a bloody werewolf” he answered self-deprecating.
“No” Sirius stared right into Remus' amber eyes “It shows how incredibly strong you are, how brave you are. Every scar is a battle won. You are beautiful, scars or no scars, besides I find them incredibly sexy and badass” Remus couldn't help the laugh that escaped him amongst the tears.
Sirius's hands cupped Moony´s soft face as he dried the boy´s tears.
“I honestly don't know what I would do without you”
Remus leaned his forehead on the shorter boy, he couldn't find the words to explain everything Sirius made him feel. He could be drowning in fear and troubles and yet everything seemed to disappear in his charming boyfriend´s company.
All he needed was the affection he gave him; the look full of love and protection, the heat of his touch, of his hugs. And effect only Padfoot had on him.
“Come, let me heal your hand” Sirius took Remus to his bed where they both sat near eachother. Remus didn't want him to move
Sirius softly grabbed his boyfriend's hand and gently passed his wand above Remus´s “Vulnera Sanentur” he murmured and both boys watched as the pale skin started to heal itself.
“Do you want me to sneak into the kitchens so we have our own feast here?” Sirius offered along with a smile “Please, bring chocolate if you can”
“I´m surprised you don´t know of my secret stash under my trunk” Remus smiled toothy and all “Look for them while I go, I´ll be right back!” He smiled and pecked Remus lips before leaving the dorms.
Maybe not all days were good and happy but at least he had Sirius to be there with him.