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Remus heard the piano playing.
It was a quiet night for the werewolf. The Order members had gone to their families for the summer. That means he's supposed to be alone.
If that were the case, who was playing music ?
He crept down the stairs, shushing Walburga as he passed her. The soft melody slowly peaked into a crescendo the closer he got. After taking a deep breath as preparation, Remus steps inside.
Sirius was sitting on the piano's stool. His fingers glide gracefully on the keys like always. For a moment, Remus stared at the piano.
"Bloody haunted house." Remus murmurs.
The music stops and Sirius turns around. He reached out to his husband, smile widening. Remus walked over. His expression grim and sad.
"Re ?" Sirius' hand hung in mid-air, hoping Remus would take it.
The werewolf sighs, his hand also outstretched. Instead if meeting Sirius', it passed through him as if he was made of smoke. His scarred hands close the piano's cover.
"Hey ! I was playing that!" Sirius snaps at him jokingly, hoping that his tone would lighten the atmosphere. "Re ?"
The werewolf walks out of the room quicky, mumbling to himself that he's too old to be bothered by ghosts. Afterall, he was half a magical creature himself.
Sirius chases after him, growing annoyed. "What the hell Moony !? I'm right here !"
He watched, hands on his hips, as Remus magics a bottle of whiskey from the Black's alcohol cabinet.
"Stop that. You promised you'd stop drinking when I was around." Sirius goes to swat the cup out of his hand.
But Remus moved through him. Through his body, to sit on the floor by the fireplace. Sirius clutched his heart.
Is this his life from now on ?
***
Sirius' days were worse than Azkaban.
It was as if he was in a goldfish bowl. Looking and following Remus around but unable to touch or even speak to him.
Sirius crept behind the werewolf, like he always had in their school days, ready to pounce on him. Remus was hunched over a book, probably some book he found in the Black's library. Sirius inched closer and closer. Before, Bam!
"Moony !" Sirius presses his palms on the other's shoulders.
Where Remus would jolt, curse a colorful array of words and grab Sirius, rough-housing him for the scare. He doesn't. Remus complained about the cold shivers he got and flipped to the next page.
