Was the sound last night the wind?
Can you feel the change begin?
By the fall of the snow
A single soul will go
The footsteps on the white
There’s an unholy light
There’s a hole in the sky
Something evil’s passing by
What’s to come – when the siren calls you go
To run with the wolf…
Saturday 13th January 1979
First Moon
“I hate this,” Sirius said, sucking hard on his third cigarette.
“I know you do.” Remus sighed, sounding exhausted. They had both slept poorly the previous night—Remus had been grinding his teeth again, and Sirius hadn’t been able to stop tossing and turning, mind spinning with everything that might happen on this mission. All the ways it could go wrong.
“I mean, I really hate this.” Sirius exhaled, standing on his tiptoes to blow the smoke out the top of the window. It was too cold outside to open it all the way, and Sirius shivered when the freezing air brushed against his face, wrapping the arm that wasn’t holding his cigarette around his waist.
Behind him, Remus was spread across the sofa with a cold flannel on his forehead—he’d been complaining about a headache, which wasn’t unusual so close to the moon.
“It’s bloody mental, sending you on your own.” Sirius scowled, staring out the window. “Why can’t I go with you? I could go as Padfoot.”
“No,” Remus said (for the millionth time), “You still smell human. They’d tear you apart.”
“What if they tear you apart?” Sirius shot back, turning around. He was trying not to make a fuss—really, he was. But he couldn’t stop the fear that crept into his voice.
“Me?” Remus waved a hand, dismissively, “Greyback’s prodigal son? Not likely.”
“What’s a prodigal son?”
“Oh right, er…just means I’m going to get a warm welcome. Gaius said not to hurt me. Livia called me her brother.”
Gaius—that was the werewolf from the mission in July, the one who’d attacked him. And Livia…
“Could I come with you for a bit? Just before anyone else shows up?”
Remus looked at him, with something like pity in his eyes. “It’s not safe, Padfoot.”
Sirius turned away, stubbing out his cigarette with a bit more force than necessary on the windowsill. He didn’t want pity—he wanted Remus to say he could go. He wanted Remus not to go at all.
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All the Young Dudes ( Sirius' Perspective )
FanfictionAll the Young Dudes by mskingbean89 written from Sirius' POV, All credits for this story goes to rollercoasterwords on ao3. *THIS IS NOT MY ORIGINAL WORK. *THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF THIS STORY IS ROLLERCOASTERWORDS ON AO3.
