Nowhere Boy (Wolfstar)

Cosmic Dancer

June 1996

Sirius sat on the edge of his bed, turning the two-way mirror in his hand over and over again, deep in thought. Six months had passed since he'd given Harry the second of the pair but Harry had chosen not to use it. Not once. Sirius couldn't help feeling hurt by this, but part of him couldn't blame Harry for not wanting to get in touch, either. He had hardly lived up to fulfilling his godfatherly duties in the last fifteen years; chatting to him through a mirror was a poor substitute for what Harry really needed. His godson was better placing his trust in others, in someone who could actually be there for him when he needed them.

"Nothing again today?" asked Remus gently. Sirius glanced up as Remus entered the room, still dressed in his travel cloak. Sirius shrugged.

"No," he replied quietly, carefully placing the mirror on the bedside table. "I'm sure he'll call me if he really needs me."

"I'm sure he will," Remus assured him, shrugging out of his cloak and tossing it onto the bed. "He reminds me a lot of you at that age - moody and prone to secrecy."

Sirius grunted, "Not much has changed in the last twenty years."

"And I wouldn't have you any other way," smiled Remus fondly, sitting next to him. "If Harry is anything like you, then he will come to you in his own time, when he's ready to talk."

"I suppose," he mumbled, not entirely convinced of Remus' advice but appreciating his words of comfort nonetheless. "How'd the mission go?"

"Really well, actually," said Remus, unlacing his brogues and tossing them onto the floor. "So well in fact that I was able to come home early. I had a look about the house; seems like we're the only ones here at the moment. I didn't even have the displeasure of bumping into Kreacher."

"You shouldn't," said Sirius grimly. "I sent him up to the attic as punishment. Little bastard injured Buckbeak today."

"He didn't," gasped Remus in disbelief, pulling off his tie and discarding it onto a nearby chair.

"He did," Sirius confirmed gravely. "For no other reason than sheer spitefulness. I knew he hated me, but now he's resorted to injuring Buckbeak just to get a rise out of me. I don't know how much more of him I can put up with."

Remus reached out and tucked a stray hair behind Sirius' ear, "Sounds like you've had a rough day."

"No more than usual," said Sirius with a wry smile. Remus suddenly rose to his feet.

"Then I shall endeavour to improve your day as much as possible," he declared, running a finger along the large collection of vinyls on the nearby shelf. He pulled out a vinyl, slid it out of its sleeve and slipped it into the LP player. After a few moments an upbeat electric guitar began to play...

"Beneath the bebop moon

I want to croon with you

Beneath the Mambo Sun

I got to be the one with you..."

Sirius grinned, "T-Rex, Moony? You know me so well."

Remus turned to face Sirius and smiled, "I know quite a few things about you..." he strode forward and pushed Sirius back onto the bed before straddling his hips. Sirius' grin broadened; he loved when a horny and confident Remus took control.

"Oh?" he asked innocently, already unbuttoning Remus' shirt and trousers. "And what do you think you know about me?"

"Let's see..." said Remus thoughtfully, peeling his shirt off and tossing it on the floor. "I know that even though you'd never admit it, you actually really like Celestina Warbeck's music."