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“Sirius,” Remus poked him gently in the ribcage. “Siri…” he whined.
Sirius blearily opened his eyes to see the tawny headed thirteen year old kneeling on his bed staring at him. “Fwha?” he asked sleepily.
“I can’t sleep,” Remus whined. He chewed on his upper lip and his hair fell into his face.
Sirius smiled through his sleep clouded eyes. Remus just looked so cute and vulnerable kneeling on his bed in his blue and white striped pajamas. “Dream?” he finally managed in a sleep slurred voice.
Remus nodded and squeezed his eyes shut for a barely noticeable second.
“Bad?” Sirius asked as consciousness slowly washed over him. Remus nodded again and Sirius held an arm out in invitation.
Remus happily obliged and cuddled down next to him. Sirius tucked Remus’s head down under his chin and gently kissed him on the forehead.
“You’re the scholar,” Sirius said softly. “What comes out at night?”
“The moon,” Remus answered immediately in a small scared voice.
Sirius instantly knew the nature of the dream just from Remus’s tone. “And with it?” he prompted.
Remus started to relax a little in Sirius’s arms. “The stars…” he murmured and closed his eyes sleepily.
“And I’m a star,” Sirius smoothed his hair back. “That means that I come out with the moon, and since you’re Moony, that’s you. Means that I’m always with you, and I always will be.”
By the time Sirius finished talking Remus was already asleep. Sirius kissed his forehead again and held him closely. This strong boy was so lonely and vulnerable at night. When he was scared and lonely he came to Sirius for comfort. Maybe it was the nature of the moon/star relationship, maybe it was the fact that Sirius had been the first to figure out the truth about him, and had yet to pass a judgment of any sort. Right now, Sirius was sure of the reasons. He didn’t care if he had to say the same words every night for the rest of his life as long as Remus was by his side when he said them. As far as Sirius was concerned they had not only five more years in Hogwarts, but forever to figure each other and their feelings out. For now, he was more than content to hold him while they slept.