Marauder crack

Cave Canem

Sirius walks around the castle. Without a definite direction. Boiling. Thinking about lessons.

He has received many in seventeen years, he thinks so. On fire, on his own flesh. He was eight years old when the first Rosmerta married. The day before the wedding, the whole family settled in the Galway mansion to attend the celebration. Sirius woke up early and when he came downstairs he was astonished by that huge amount of wedding gifts. He couldn't resist it. They were too pretty packages and Sirius has never been patient, nor to resist without urges, so he opened a few. No more than half a dozen before Bellatrix discovered him, wand in hand and with that expression on her face as if she had given up all her blood, out of sheer disgust.

As time passed Sirius realized what he had offended her so much. Wasn't the mischief, it wasn't the gifts. It was family. Sirius had ridiculized her in front of everyone.

- It is seen that it is the only thing for what you are worth, Sirius.

- I'm sorry, mother.

She meant it. He was not worth much. That day Ireland witnessed how a Black is raised and Sirius attended the wedding standing up because it hurt too much to sit down.

- If you only understand one language, Sirius, you will be spoken to in that language.

- I'm really sorry, mother.

- But I'll make sure you learn your lesson.

Lesson. Always that hateful word. You will learn your lesson. You have not learned the lesson. You need a good lesson. Take your lesson! It is probably the word he hates the most in the whole world. Hates it more than Malfoy, more than Snape, more than Slytherin, more than chastity and good manners. Punishment, anti-flea lotion, homework, purity. Those are disgusting words, but they do not even reach the bottom of the shoes to "lesson".

And yet when he sees them, on that bridge, in Remus's favorite place, together, talking, kissing, a Slytherin and him, everything becomes diaphanous and easy and the cursed blood of the Blacks speaks to him with a meridian clarity. He whispers into her ear what he has to do. Without a trace of doubt.

- Teach him a lesson, Sirius.

He searches for him in the Gryffindor room but cannot find him. Seeing his empty bed only serves to make his blood boil even more. "You better not be still with him, Moony, for Merlin sakes". Then he hears it. The noise of water in the bathroom. His instinct knows perfectly who is inside. He smells him from a distance. He can feel it on his skin.

Remus.

He pushes the door open and there he is, a few steps away. Washing his teeth already in pijamas - are you cleaning the taste he left on you, Lupin? - as if nothing special happens. Barefoot, in plaid pants and a sweater that buttons up itself on his shoulder but he hasn't buttoned it yet, letting his interior shirt revealed. He has a tired face and seems calm and slightly disgusted, as he usually is, and makes Sirius want to shake him, "Merlin, Damn", it makes him want to bite him through, damn it.