Sirius raised a brow.
"Let's just say, facing a werewolf and an escaped convict this past year was boring
compared to their previous adventures." Remus took a sip from his own mug. When it was
clear that Sirius expected him to continue, he sighed. "Last year the Chamber of Secrets
was opened."
"Bullshit. That's a myth."
"Tell that to the basilisk that Harry apparently killed."
Sirius choked on his tea and winced as the hot liquid spilt out of the mug. He stared
at Remus incredulously, waiting for his friend to tell him that he was joking. When he did
not, Sirius sat up, set the mug on the nearest surface, and put his head in his hands. "Tell
me everything you know."
An hour later when the stories were finished, Remus made another pot of tea, and
the two pretended it was the firewhisky they both needed to settle their nerves.
When Sirius woke in the middle of the night because Remus was shaking him, he
looked around to find himself in Animagus form, lying across his friend's lap. He sat up
quickly and shifted back to his human self, and then awkwardly said, "Well, I suppose you
and I have been in more compromising positions before."
Remus smiled sadly. "You were having a nightmare."
Sirius nodded. He assumed as much.
"You can shift unconsciously?"
He nodded again. "Dementors don't pay attention to animals."
Remus cleared his throat. "I have some things for you. When the Ministry seized
our flat, Dumbledore was able to get most of our belongings out. He gave everything to
me, and I've kept it all this time. I was going to wait until tomorrow morning so you could
have a chance to go through everything, but something tells me that you could use some
old, familiar comforts."
He stood and walked over to the coffee table in the middle of the room where there
was a small box that had not been there before Sirius had fallen asleep. He sat up, paying