Marauders Headcanons, One Shots, and Randomness

Remus and Lily

AN: I was going to put a video, but it wouldn't play the sound. The song was going to be Hero by Family of the Year.

Sirius's POV

Stupid bloody potions report. Why didn't I finish it earlier? Even Wormtail finished before me! Prongs is out playing Quidditch and I'm stuck trying to spell- what was it again?
I furiously scribbled out my spelling mistakes and tried to remember what I wanted to write. I felt my eyelids get heavier and then something wet on my hand.
"Cornelius Fudge!" I whisper shouted, trying not to wake my friends. I'd laid my left hand in the page with the ink blots on it and smeared it all over my report. I desperately hoped Slughorn wouldn't notice, but it was illegible. I'd have to start over. I grit my teeth and crumpled up the piece of ruined parchment.
Suddenly, I heard a soft noise coming from the bed a few meters away from me.
"No! Lily! I'm so sorry! Prongs! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt her! No, she's dead! I'm so sorry!"
Moony! Aw, man, he's actually crying!
I slowly crept over to his bed and opened the curtain. He was curled up under his red duvet and making little sniffling noises. It was heart wrenching and disgusting at the same time.
I stood there for a moment, dumbfounded and taking it all in. His face was wet with a mixture of tears, snot, and sweat. His hair was disheveled and gathered into soggy, unruly clumps around his head.
I tried desperately to think of what to do. I would feel really bad just leaving him like this.
I put my hand on his shoulder. His oversized shirt was almost soaked through.
Gross. Padfoot, that's not nice. But it's true... But, Padfoot that's mean. He's your friend.
"Moony, wake up. It's okay. You were having a nightmare," I said as gently as I could, which felt a bit odd for me.
His lip quivered and he burst into uncontrollable sobs.
I stepped back, startled.
"Moony, get up!" I said, harshly this time. It's not in my nature to be gentle, and my patience had run out.
Remus startled and shuddered awake. He sat up, realizing what had transpired. For a moment, the silence between us was thick and tangible.
His face was still and emotionless. Every single scar (both werewolf related and acne related) seemed to stand out on his sickly white face. I nearly vomited. A rebellious tear escaped and made its way down his face. He glared up at me.
"Get. Out." He said in a quiet, deadpan voice. He made it sound like two separate sentences. Up until now, I'd never seen him like this.
I was still for a moment and then said, "I wa-"
"Leave. Now."
In one fluid movement, he wiped his eyes with his left hand and snatched his wand off the nightstand with his other. He stood up and held the end of his wand to my throat.
I put my hands up like a criminal surrendering to an Auror.
"James isn't here!" I said as quickly as I could.
Remus's face and posture relaxed. His shoulders slumped as he plopped down onto his bed.
I paused and said, "Mind if I sit?"
Remus shook his head. I reasoned that if he spoke he would probably start to cry again, and if that happened I didn't know what sort of wrath I would face for being in his way. So I didn't ask any more questions.
I sat next to him and said, "It's only me and Pete, and we all know if there's one thing he can do it's keep a secret." I wasn't sure if I should have added the next part, but I said. "Me an' him knew you liked her already anyway. Prongs didn't. We'd never tell him."
And how couldn't we know? The way the corners of his lips turned down just slightly whenever James said her name and how he blushed just a little whenever she touched him were dead giveaways. Pete and I only talked about it once and agreed that James was clueless to this fact. I know it's wrong, but we used to look for those things merely for the sake of being nosy.
"Who else knows?" Remus whispered. Then he covered his face with both hands.
"As far as I know, no one does. And I'm always right," I said.
"Just... Please, don't tell anyone. Not even James. Especially James," he begged, his voice cracking and his face still covered.
"I won't," I reassured him. "Now get back to sleep. I have a report to write."
"Who are you and what have you done with Padfoot?" He joked, shoving me a little. I saw him grin and knew he would be okay.