Skipping time (Wolfstar au)

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I'm going to continue writing my other Wolfstar fic thingy (Light), but also this and a load of other ones I haven't published yet. Enjoy!! :)

The train journey is long, drab English countryside dotted with the occasional house trundles on and on past him, and the voice of the old muggle lady chatting to him has almost faded to background noise. 

He's going to find Sirius, who he hasn't seen for months, and he doesn't know since when he's been this nervous

He refocuses as she talks to him, instead of at him.

"What about you, dear, where are you going? Why are you going there? I want to here all about you."

He doesn't know how to respond to that.

So much has happened since he last saw Sirius. He's lasted a full moon in a tiny basement, he's been attacked by a pack of werewolves, been almost killed, seen friends die and innocent people murdered. He might lost Sirius.

And Sirius has gone through so much too, battles and tragedies and he's seen horrors muggles couldn't imagine.

He doesn't know what's waiting for him.

And she almost definitely wouldn't want to hear all about him.

"I'm going to the last stop. I'm... looking for something. Someone."

"Oh, poor dear, fallen in love? Out of love? Relationship troubles?"

"You could say that."

Remus is glad when she leaves at the next stop.

His fingers tap on the table, a pattern off the top of his head.

He almost expects an answer.

He almost expects to feel the same pattern tapped back, like Sirius used to do after the full, when Remus couldn't talk because of the pain but Sirius was there, and it was their kind of comfort, just a way to let each other know they were there, to let Remus know he was by his side, and wasn't going to leave.

Everything seems to remind him of Sirius: the stars creeping into the sky, the same stars they'd watched the summer before sixth year, waiting for the sunrise, lying on the grass in a field near James' house and talking softly; the guy cleaning the train with a broom just like the ones in the cupboard Sirius dragged him to after their lesson on Amortentia; a young lady laughing on the platform just like how Sirius used to laugh, eyes scrunched at the sides, grin wide, and eyes only for Remus.

The train chugs on.

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He's the only one to get off at his stop. It's a tiny station, without a building, only a ticket box with a ticket officer drooling into his paperwork. Remus walks through the open barriers.

The lane to Sirius' house is overgrown with blackberries and thorns that Remus has to fight his way through, and Remus is worried - what if he's not here?

The house is small, and looks a bit out of place here, like it jumped out of a south London street, apart from the thatch, which also looks slightly out of place - it looks like it's made of pine branches. He almost laughs.

Sirius, really?

He walks up to the door. It feels kind of intimidating, rough wood painted dark blue and the lion knocker scowling at him. He decides not to use it. 

He doesn't knock yet though; he steadies his rattling heart, slowing the tapping of his fingers on his thigh and breathes out, slowly.

He knocks.