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Sirius
Remus
{Unknown number}
[Unknown number calling...]
“Hello?”
{“Remus.”}
[Call disconnected]
[Unknown number calling...]
{“That wasn’t very nice.”}
[Call disconnected]
[Unknown number calling...]
“What do you want?”
{“I just wanted to have a little chat.”}
“Leave me alone.”
[Call disconnected]
[Unknown number calling...]
“What happened to limited call time?”
{“It’s only been a minute. I’ve got five.”}
“Spend your last four talking to someone else.”
[Call disconnected]
[Are you sure you want to block this caller?]
[Caller blocked]
[padfoot 1:02AM]
it’s really weird that we’ve never met
?
like, we have so many mutual friends
you know james and you live with lily
and i’ve never met you
which is really weird
We don’t have that many mutuals
but you LIVE with lily
and james is my best mate
I don’t know Peter
that’s different
i just wouldve thought we’d have met by now
[padfoot 1:03AM]
moony?
Do you want to meet me?
of course i do
jesus why wouldn’t i
are you okay, moons?
I’m fine.
ur not fine
facetime me right now
What
Sirius why
ur not fine
and it’s 1am
and ur home alone
so i want u to facetime me and tell me whats wrong
WHy do I have to facetime you
so that u cant lie to me
You’re really bossy
But okay
[FaceTime]
[Calling padfoot...]
“Can you see me?”
“Yep, can you see me?”
“It’s a little dark.”
“One second, let me just turn on... There, is that better?”
“Perfect, now I can see your rugged good looks.”
“Damn right you can.”
“Enough flattery. Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, or am I going to have to use my special Sirius skills?”
“I’ll tell you. I kind of want to see these ‘Sirius skills’, though.”
“Trust me, dear Moony, you don’t. You wouldn’t know what hit you.”
“That’s ominous.”
“Really, though, what’s up?”
“You can read me like a book, can’t you?”
“Mooonyyyyyyyy.”
“Do your ‘skills’ consist of relentless whining, by any chance?”
“Don’t expose me!”
“Hah... You have to promise not to laugh or be weirded out, alright?”
“Cross my heart hope to die.”
“Okay. When I was in school, like... sixteen, maybe? I was in that rebellious phase, you know, the one you never grew out of? I listened to Black Veil Brides, I wanted piercings, I wore eyeliner, I was rude to everyone, etcetera, etcetera.”
“Hey! I would never listen to Black Veil Brides.”
“Sorry Pads. Anyway, basically I was having a not-so-good time. I wanted to do something that would really piss off my parents. I tried smoking but... well, my uncle died of lung cancer and that would probably just make my mum depressed, and I didn’t want to upset her that bad...”
“Aw.”
“Hush, we’ve reached the depths of teenage angst! So, I’m about sixteen and I’m thinking; ‘what can I do that doesn’t involve eventual lung disease?’. It turned out I didn’t really have to try, though. I ended up meeting this guy, Fenrir, through a friend. He was about ten years older and married, but I was convinced that he loved me. Mum and I had so many arguments about it, she hated that I thought he treated me better than she did, when really, I was being manipulated. I couldn’t see that, of course...”
“Moony, oh my god.”
“I saw sense when he got arrested for owning child pornography. They found a whole load of it on his laptop. As it turned out, he’d been doing it to others too. There were loads of folders, all with names of kids he’d been grooming.”
“That’s terrible...”
“Yeah. Well, another guy came out and said that he’d been raped by him, so I guess I was one of the lucky ones. He’s serving fifteen years.”
“Was he...?”
“The ‘friend’ I was visiting? Yeah.”
“Jesus Christ, Moons, how could you do that? If it had been me, I wouldn’t be able to even think about him after what he did...”
“I don’t make a habit out of it; it was actually a one-off arrangement. He still thinks I’m in love with him.”
“Are you?”
“No, of course not. I visited to tell him that I’d found someone else.”
“You have?”
“Yeah. I don’t know why I thought he deserved to know. Something to do with closure, probably. It brought it all back, though.”
“Well, it’s good that you’ve got closure. I’m proud of you.”
"..."
"..."
“It was you, Sirius.”
“What?”
“I told him about you.”
“Are you... are you being serious?”
“I didn’t use your name or anything, you’re not in danger, I would never do –”
“No, I don’t care about that. Did you really... Am I really the ‘someone else’?”
“Yeah... I’ve probably freaked you out, I’m sorry.”
“No, you haven’t. I’m actually relieved that you said it, because now I don’t have to.”
“...”
“Did you just drop your phone?”
“Sorry. That’s – that’s good, that’s really good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
What should we do now, then?”
“Meeting up would probably be a good first step.”
“I agree.”
“But for now, I’m really tired, so I’m going to go to bed. Goodnight, Padfoot.”
“Goodnight Moony.”