Part II
Remus
Sirius
James
Regulus
Sirius?
Yo
Look it wasn't me
??
Remus found your diary
Fuck
Is it true?
Look I was going to tell you!
So it is.
I'm sorry! It's just that I didn't know how you'd react!
Well I'm bloody angry, for starters
really?
Yes! I get that it's your business but you should tell me things like that!
So you're not upset at ME? Because it's not MY fault I'm gay. It just happens sometimes.
Pads??
PADS WHAT THE FUCK???
??
I WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU GETTING BLOODY DISOWNED!!
shit, look I gotta go. Detention with Micky G. Talk later!
SIRIUS BLACK GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW I NEED TO HAVE A SERIOUS TALK WITH YOU!!!!
{READ AT 5:00pm}
Sirius drags a hand across his face. What have I done, he thinks as he makes his way to McGonagall's office. Unfortunately, the detention wasn't a lie. But Sirius is starting to think it's better than what's waiting for him back at the dorms. He enters the office to see McGonagall sitting behind the familiar desk. He was here a lot.
"Sit down, Mr Black," she says, taking a sip of her tea as he sits. He knew James would hassle him about his posture, but he couldn't care less. "I assume you know why you're here?"
"I was talking in class?"
"No, dear. Though that could be a reason some would give detention, I've come to learn it won't stop you. You're here because I got word of your living situation." Again??
"Oh, that."
"I have a question. A few, actually. Do you have a place to stay?"
"Not currently, but I could probably rent once I turn 17 and get my inheritance from Uncle Alphard."
"Would you like me to contact-" she's interrupted by Sirius' phone ringing in his pocket. "Do you need to take that?"
"It's James," Sirius says. James only calls in emergencies, so he answers. "What's up? I'm with McGonagall."
"You're going to live with me!!!! You are! You get no choice in the matter!" Sirius was sure James was yelling loud enough for the professor across from him to hear. Especially since she had a slight smile on her face as she 'looked through' documents on her desk.
"Fine, fine! You have to ask your parents though!"
"They'll say yes, and you know it. Glad that we got that covered. Now have fun with Minnie! BYE!" James hangs up.
"Yes, I have somewhere to stay."
"Good. Now, my second question is a little more personal. And not about you. Is Regulus safe?" Sirius' breath stutters on his exhale.
"Professor... no. Please, no he's not. I need him out of there. He doesn't know it but I need him out. He can't stay with those people. Please?"
"Do you think he could stay with the Potters? Like you are?"
"I'm sure they'd let him. He wouldn't like it but they would. Anything is better than living with those people. I promise you."
"Very well. Have James ask his parents, then I'll speak with Regulus. That is all, you can go."
"Really?"
"Yes, I'm sure you have much to talk about." She was referring to the disowning, he was sure she was, but he couldn't help the feeling of dread that grows as he walks up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower. The feeling of panic as he realizes he came out to James. And not Remus. That wasn't how it was supposed to go. He'd had a plan. But, he when he opened the door to the dorm, he was pulled into a tight hug by none other than the tawny haired boy. Sirius sent a look to James, to which he responded with a firm shake of his head. He hasn't told Remus what I told him, Sirius thinks as Remus pulls away.
"Sorry. Everything ok?" Remus asks, seeing Sirius' expression.
"Remus, I'm gay." Everything in the room goes silent, the wind outside stops shaking branches. The clock on the wall that's been broken for years finally stops. Sirius own breathing stops. It feels like forever before Remus responds. And by responds, Sirius means pulls him in for another hug. He reaches out with shaking hands and hugs Sirius, maybe tighter than before. James walks over and joins the hug, mashing his face into Sirius shoulder since his arms are now around Remus.
"Good to know," Remus breathes into his ear. It's the side that James isn't on, so he can't hear it. Sirius barely can himself, but he can feel the breath against his neck. He shudders, but moves his arms higher onto Remus' shoulders to make it seem natural. What is happening to me?