Chapter Ninety-Nine
Harry
Well I don't know if I'm ready
To be the man I have to be
I'll take a breath, I'll take her by my side
We stand in awe, we've created life
(With Arms Wide Open - Creed)July 26th, 1980"Remus, promise me something?"
"Anything, love."
"Promise me that... that you'll always trust Sirius. Always remember that he's a good man.
And when he needs you the most, please take care of him for me."
"I promise."
Remus was eating those words as he stared down at the man passed out on the floor
beside a blond witch.
At least he's not lying in his own sick again, Remus thought bitterly.
He had just returned home from his graveyard shift as security for a local Muggle
club. Despite his lithe build, Remus had proven his strength on his first night by throwing
a man twice his size out the back door when he got a little handsy with one of the
bartenders. The owner of the club also mentioned that the scars helped to deter trouble.
Apparently, no one wanted to fuck with a man who looked like he had survived a knife
fight and was ready to go another round. It was a temporary job if there ever was one. His
lycanthropy had him calling in sick far too often, not to mention the last minute Order
meetings that he was required to attend. He brought in what little money he could, and he
was grateful for the work, temporary or not. What he was not grateful for was the fact that
he spent all night watching Muggles drink themselves stupid only to come home and see
Sirius doing the same thing.
It was the fifth time Remus had arrived home in the early morning to see Sirius
unconscious with a random girl—or two—curled around him. He pinched the bridge of
his nose. He knew that Sirius never set out to bring girls home. Most of the time, once he