the_debt_of_time

went past the point of no return—which was usually a bottle and a half of firewhisky in—
all Sirius did was talk about Mia and how much he missed her. Girls latched onto his
sensitive, broken heart, buying him more drinks until Sirius could not tell the difference
between a Beater's bat and his own wand.
The mornings when Sirius would wake up before the women, he would see what
he had done and would curse, lock himself in the bathroom, and scrub his skin bloody as
though he could wash away the guilt. Remus had been the one to help patch him up when
he broke skin or used too hot water and scalded himself.
Peter insisted that Sirius did not have anything to be guilty over. James tried to
ignore the problem since he had bigger things to worry about, what with Lily ready to give
birth any day, and the pesky problem of You-Know-Who wanting to kill their baby.
Remus, on the other hand, was officially done enabling Sirius's behaviour.
"Get the fuck up!" he shouted, kicking Sirius in the leg.
"Remus, I love you. You're my best friend, and I love you. Please take care of him. Remember
what I said: trust Sirius. Always Sirius."
Her last words to him before she vanished from their lives.
Remus shook his head. He could not trust the idiot to keep himself alive right now.
The thought made him that much angrier, and he kicked Sirius again. "Get up, Padfoot!"
Sirius moaned and rolled over, shielding his eyes from the light and wincing as he
looked up. "What the fuck, Moony? Leave me alone," he groaned and tried to roll back
over.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Remus shouted, aiming his wand at his friend who froze up
immediately. Levitating Sirius's bound body off of the floor, Remus gently cleared his
throat and nudged the woman still sleeping, curled up in a blanket next to the now empty
space Sirius had previously occupied. "Umm... Miss?"
The witch slowly rolled over and looked up at Remus, who immediately gaped at
her.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Remus growled bitterly. "With all due
respect, Marlene, please show yourself out."
Marlene scoffed and pulled the blanket up to cover herself—as though Remus
would ever want any part of her—before running a hand through her long blond locks and
scowling up at him. "Last I checked, this place was owned by Sirius. You're just a guest."