The Tale of the Wizard and the Wolf

The Tale of the Wizard and the Wolf

Act one

I've seen the moon and the first sunrise

I leave it to the memories

And kiss the wind good bye

Where are you my love?

How long haven' t I seen you?

Where are you my love?

I cannot live any longer without you!

Harry Potter was lying on his bed and hadn't noticed that he had been sixteen for two hours now.

His chamber was untidy as usual and the things he owned, which were not many, were spread around the room. A short time before he had been searching for anything, which would remind him of the one, he had missed for so long now.

Silent tears ran down his face.

Where are you my love?

You left me here without any knowledge where you are

How you are

Full moon

Every time I see it I think of you

And I think of the fear in your face every time I saw your head turn to the open sky

I tried to be brave

I tried and to every one it looked like I 'd have succeeded

But I didn't

I don't

I fear

I fear for you wherever you are!

But you do not know

You don't know, you are the only reason for me to keep on breathing.

I had no one to turn to

But then there were you and you rescued me from drowning

Where are you my love?

The lightly open window swept open and the cool air of the night floated into the room. A cool shiver ran down his back. He turned his face, stained with tears, to the opening. As he got up and drew back the dark green curtain the wind blew into his hair and he suddenly saw high up in the air a bird. An owl.

His heart jumped a bit by a small thought, or was it just pure hope?

Dare I trust to hope? It has forsaken me nowadays

How could I!

He has better to do than write a silly birthday letter to a child

And indeed the owl landed on his window shield. A letter was tied to one leg of the brown screech owl.

With his trampling fingers he touched the envelope and untied it from the leg.

He heard the blood rushing through his veins; his heart beat like drums in his chest. He felt like it would burst any moment and he could barely dared to breathe.

There was not one word written on the envelope. In the right corner was a tiny scratch from, which looked like, tiny paw scratches and a small moon beside it, drawn with dark blue ink.

" My dearest Harry

Happy birthday, although I know you will not be able to enjoy it greatly.

The world has changed. You know that. But please you must never forget that you must use the time that is given to you! There is a great purpose in you and you have already begun to become a great wizard.

Never lose your spirit!

I am with snuffles now working for Dumbledore, but I cannot tell you the details.

I hope you'll enjoy your birthday!

We will meet again.

Love from

Moony"

Love from...

My dearest Harry...

You did write me

I thought I would never hear of you again after you left that morning.

...

His office door was open. He had already packed most of his things. The Grindelow's empty tank stood next to the battered old suitcase, which was open and nearly full. He was bending over something on his desk and looked up when I only knocked on the door.

"I saw you coming," he said softly with a weak smile on his face. He pointed to the parchment he had been poring over. The marauder's map!

"I just saw Hagrid. And he said you resigned. It's not true is it?"

I didn't want to believe it. He wanted to leave?

" I'm afraid it is" he said and started opening his desk drawer and taking out what it contented.

"Why? The ministry of magic didn't think you tried to help Sirius, do they?"

Lupin crossed to the door and closed it behind me and stopped, so our cloaks touched. There again he was so close to me.

I shivered and looked up into those marvelous amber eyes.

"No. Dumbledore managed to convince Fudge that I was trying to save your lives."

He sighed. "That was the final straw for Severus. I think the loss of the order of Merlin hit him hard. So he "accidentally" let slip that I am a werewolf this morning at breakfast."

"You're not leaving because of that!" I held on to his robes, my mind begging for him not to go. He looked into my eyes, smiled wryly and lifted his hand to my face. Oh, his hands were so soft. He bended his head down to me and with a light touch, like a feather, his lips met mine. My world stood still for this tiny moment, I waited and begged for so long for this to happen. His lips were sweet like honey and soft as silk. I will never forget the smell of his hair. I cannot describe it .Heaven. It was like, when our mouths parted, my whole body was shaking and with a final look upon his handsome face, I knew that I could never love another like I love you,

My love...

My world...

My everything ...

I know this small kiss didn't mean something to you

But for me it meant all I have ever lived for

I know, I could be your son, but I am not a child anymore!

But anyway how could you love me?

I know it could never be

But that doesn't matter to me

You give me the highest pleasure just to be able to look upon you

And I hope it has not been the last time I did so

Act two

"Good morning Hedwig!"

Harry wasn't the small thin boy he had been. His hair was like it has always been: a jet-black mess. The bright green eyes were still red from crying the night before.

But a smile appeared on his face when he saw the loads of letters and even some parcels lying on his desk. He still was holding onto one letter. The one he had been waiting for a long time.

With a great smile he laid the letter underneath his pillow and sighed. Crawling from the bed he took the next letter he could reach. As he opened it a shrill voice started singing:

"Happy Birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear Harry

Happy Birthday to you "

Harry was more than happy that the Dursleys had gone shopping this morning. Unless he would have to listen to another speech of Vernon about the neighbors, him going to St. Brutus, him being a rotten whatever, and so on.

"Hi Harry whazzzup?

Are the muggles treating you good?

I wished you would have come with me right home, but Dumbledore forbid it.

He said something about safety and about a surprise.

So don't worry if he sends you a screaming lemon drop that will defeat you-know-who for you, flying through your window.

I hope you're okay and if anything odd might happen, please owl me

Ron"

Ron!

Of course!

Who else would send me a letter with Manowar singing happy birthday!

He laughed. It is a long time he had laughed the last time. Why?

Well, Voldemort is getting stronger and stronger and the wizarding world must be rescued.

And the whole world thinks that I will be the one who defeats him. Nobodies realizes that I am just a 16 year old. I was lucky to have a mother that loved me so much to give up her live for me. But this seal has been broken and I am no longer the boy who could not be touched by the dark lord. I am not more and not less than I seem!

After he opened all parcels and letters, there was only one more. A giant footprint of a dog was on top of the envelope. Harry picked it up. He hadn't heard of Sirius in a long time so he expected a quite long letter, but when he opened it there were three sentences:

"Happy birthday!

Meet me today in a week in London, on front of the Leaky Cauldron

I have a surprise for you."

Surprise?

What does he mean?

Theoretically he could have owl it if it were something material!

I don't understand

Is Remus coming with him?

Damn you Harry Potter!

I hate me for thinking this!

I see your face before me as I lay on my bed.

I cannot keep of thinking of all the things you said.

Oh damn you!

Damn me!

8 days later

" Bye Harry! Hope you'll choose the knight bus again!

Wow he has really grown up, hasn't he, Ern? Harry Potter!"

The tires of the knight bus squealed and in less than a second it was gone.

There he was, alone in the rain waiting with nothing than some light jeans and a yellow old t-shirt of Dudley. Although it was old, and from Dudley, he liked it. Well but today it didn't really help him. He was soaked from top to bottom and the rain was dripping from his glasses. But that didn't really matter to Harry. Finally he was going to see his godfather again and he wondered how he was going to pick him up. I don't think as a great black dog he could walk through whole London without someone calling the police.

And as himself, Sirius won't come anywhere; indeed he is wanted in the wizarding world as in the muggle world!

A beautiful young black haired woman with a red mini dress, who was even wetter than him, was walking in Harry's direction. She seemed very angry but when she saw the boy her anger fated and a sexy smile appeared instead.

"Hello there, so alone my dear?" She was standing next to him grinning at him. "I wouldn't have thought that you have already grown up to such a handsome young man!"

"Well, thank you. Um- er -Do- do I know you?" Although it was so cold standing in the rain, he could feel his cheeks flush and heating up.

"Come on, let's have a drink. You look like you could use a cup of coffee."

"I am so sorry but I am waiting for someone", he looked up. "Sweetheart, right behind us there is a pub. You would see the one you're waiting for, if we just have a drink in there...-Oh don't look at me like that I am no muggle! ", She suggested.

Both entered the Leaky Cauldron. It was dark and as usual the weirdest people were sitting at the bar. They took a seat at the dirty window. The lady through her hair backs and watched Harry put his luggage beside him. The yellow shirt was attached to his chest. You could see he was freezing. She ordered two coffees.

"Well, Harry how do you like my new look? I have to get used to that stupid ponytail, but I think it's okay1" Harry looked startled at that really good looking girl in front of him. "Siri- ...ahm I mean snuffles, is that you?" In disbelieve of his thought he stared at her. "You took quite long, sweetheart!" The boy jumped up and hugged his godfather across the table. "I have missed you so much, you cannot imagine!" he looked down at her. Her long legs were still wet and looking out from under the table. A wicked smile came up his face: "I suspect the polyjuice portion. How do you know that lady? She is quite beautiful. Will I meet her?" Sirius grinned: "No, no, no, no, she is mine and I won't let her see you! Have you looked into the mirror? How should I compete with you? I am just a bad old ugly guy. If she'd see the handsome tall young man you are she'll leave me without any doubt!" he laughed.

After they finished their coffee (for Sirius with a bit of polyjuice) they took Harry's luggage and went to the station.

Act 3

5 days later

As the students had made themselves a home they all together made a delicious meal, spoke about their holidays and after that went outside to play a bit quiddich with Harry's firebolt and Ron's new Nimbus 2003, he won at a quiz of the daily prophet.

The three of them were so into their game, they didn't noticed Sirius sneaking out.

He was even more cheerful than the day he picked up Harry from London and his eyes were gleaming like sparkles, although, you couldn't see this because he was wearing his old cloak pulled into his face like whenever he shows himself in public.

Steam was coming from over the hill. With some help of Dumbledore he managed to arrange an official station on the road between Kent and Hastings. The train stopped and, as usual, a very tiered Remus Lupin got off it. His eyes were very small and he yawned as he stood there with a suitcase in one hand searching for his old friend.

"Lupum dormiens nunquam titillandus!"

With surprise he let go his luggage, as a dark figure appeared from the shadow of a tree standing near by and grabbed him by the shoulder and soon the two of them had a huge embrace.

"You never could keep yourself awake while riding the train" the taller man smirked.

"You're right as usual!" The very fed up looking werewolf answered. "The first thing I need now is a hot cup of coffee!

Ahm how is it going with Harry... I mean, are you two working together? Or is he like James, who never let anyone tell him anything?" Sirius smiles, "He is almost exactly like James, neither less crazy, nor less brave, nor less good looking!"

At these words his old school friend blushed a bit, "What do you mean?"

You know exactly what I mean! Your worries are not so innocent as they seem! Do you think I'm stupid? I have noticed the way you speak of Harry. It is the same way you had treated me after Voldemort killed my father. I still dream about that night you washed all my sadness away, just with the small touch of your lips on mine. I will never forget, but I have come over it!

I have come over it!

I have come ov...

"Sirius?"

"I am sorry. What did you say?"

"Nothing special"

"Okay, come I want to show you my new home!"

"Yeah, okay!"

...

Slowly the sun grew orange and the 3 Quiddich players were burned out and from top to bottom full of mud, so the made their way back to the tree.

"apperi magiporta " Hermione tipped her wand against the large old tree in front of them. "Hey ho, Sirius! We're back!!!"

She opened the heavy door, which just had appeared. "Ron, get back here! Look at your shoes!" the girl shouted, as Ron wanted to step in.

"We are starving! Shall we fix also a pizza for you, Sirius?" Harry entered the kitchen and held his breath.

When he saw who was sitting next to Sirius Black, he gasped.

His heat was bumping so laud and the blood rushed through his head, that he had to lean onto the wall to keep from collapsing.

"Well I think you will have to fix one more. As you see we have a guest!" Sirius couldn't keep from smirking at the look of the mud covered 16 year old in the door.

He was even more handsome, than Harry remembered him. His light brown-red hair was falling into his pale face, which was touched by a little blush, the soft eyes blinked as they remained on Harry and those light red lips formed an extremely sexy smile. "Hello Harry. Nice to see you again. How are you?"

"Excuse me please for just one second " Harry looked down at his, ran out and as soon as possible into his room, ripped of his clothes, jumped in the shower.

He couldn't remember ever have showered so fast.

He is here!

I am as good as dead!

(Die, die, die, my darling!)

All right, Harry stay cool, you behave like some of those rock star groupies!

(Who were those war men? - Who were they? They were the Metal Kings!!!)

Uuuh, what's that? Some of Sirius' aftershave! I bet you that's only shit, they talk about in those American Hollywood productions. I mean I don't hear Sirius scream every morning when he uses this stuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhfffff!!!!!!!!

" You don't have to answer! Your look told me more than enough! He really grew up, but you know, usually he is cleaner. You know you must imagine him all the dirt out of his face and his clothes, because he is much thinner without!" giggling to himself he handed another cup of coffee to Remus, who seemed a little angry. "Cut it off! I didn't have any look, which could have told you anything to giggle about! I am just happy to see James' son all right."

This is so childish! You will tell me about it, I swear.

"I didn't come to argue with you. I wanted to talk to you about that whole thing running. It isn't safe anymore for him. I know he is not your best friend but we have to help! You know exactly..."

"Hush!"

In that very moment Ron and Hermione entered the kitchen. A bit surprised they were by the presence of their old Defense against the dark Arts teacher.

"Professor!"

"No I'm sorry. Not professor. Call me Lupin or just Remus if you like." He advised them to the chairs next to him. "That's a surprise, to see you her!" Hermione smiled happily.

Half an hour later.

I have never seen somebody eat a Pizza so sexy as he does. Oh I wish I were that Pizza. Hmmm!

Oh my god! I am completely nuts! Oh how I wish I could lick that little drop of tomato sauce from his lips.

Just once....

"Harry!"

"Huh? What? Did you say something?"

Everybody sitting around the table was grinning at him, except for Remus who helped himself to another cup of tea. "You haven't said something since we entered here instead you kept on staring in front of you. What is wrong? " Hermione sounded kind of amused. " I... hm nothing. Just a bit tired."

"Yeah me too!" Ron yawned, so he almost fell off his chair.

"Well then off to bed with you three. Let the adults have a little talk" That vicious grin of Sirius made Harry a bit nervous.

Together they went to the library to check out some of the new charms, Hermione found out about in her new book.

" You just swish and repeat three times the simple word..." The rest of her speech went down with a huge yawn of Ron's.

"Ronald Weasley if you want to doz off, go to your room. Maybe Harry wants to learn something! I think it is so...."

This time, she was interrupted by Harry, who fell into the next chair to his side and yawned. Slowly his eyes went shut.

Act 4

"Dumbeldore has everything under control, you know that!" Sirius placed one of his soft hand on the wolf's shoulder." I know you are worried about him. We all are! Especially Dumbledore. He led me to this place, for he knows it is safe to build a wizarding house there. This place is perfectly hidden. Nobody will find him here."

"And what happens after the holidays. You are not with him anymore and cannot protect him. He returns to Hogwarts. And do not tell me he is safe there! Even though Albus was around, he had to fight Voldemort almost every year, although everybody names Hogwarts the safest place on the isles. I am worried!" Remus' voice was shaking.

"So am I. But what will you do? Lock him up in Gringots? Now don't worry, he is strong and he has great friends. Remember us.

If someone wanted to tell us what to do we just ignored him. No one can stop from getting his own experience!"

The taller man held Remus' chin up thoughtfully to look into his eyes.

"You know there is nothing else we can do for Harry. I do not deny that I am a bit jealous of that love you feel towards him...

No! Hush. Do not deny it or feel sorry for me. I had just hoped for a last sad goodbye from your lips."

All the sadness of so many years was now visible in Sirius' magical, dark blue eyes.

"But this is no goodbye. Why should I say so?"

He was once again, since too many years, so close to Padfoot, he could smell the sweet scent of his hair and almost taste his soft skin like,

He used to. In their Marauders time. A long time ago.

The long silken black hair fell down his shoulders as he bended his head down to set a last sweet kiss to Remus Lupin's lips.

Their mouths melted as they were made for each other.

Yes, they would have been made for each other, but it was over. No one could turn back their time. Nobody could unbreak their hearts.

Softly Remus responded the kiss and moved his lips over Sirius', forever saying farewell.

Trembling they slowly released each other,

to find a startled Harry in the door.

Act 5

Black was the night

The moon shined through the trees and mountains, which stood mighty before him.

Breathless he sunk upon the ground.

The blood rushed so fast through his veins, he had to catch is breath.

He was alone.

Having nothing but this picture in mind, which he knew, would follow him, no matter how far he would run.

The world has crushed down on him.

The bitter reality he had to face now.

He always knew, a full-grown man could never feel anything, but the need to protect a boy, as Harry was.

Through the sympathy for his father, or just because of his pity for an orphan, Remus has treated him like he had.

He was with Sirius.

Of course he was with Sirius.

Sirius was beautiful.

He was strong.

He was just as man should be.

Yes.

A man.

Not a boy.

Not a silly little boy, who would go mad, every time Remus lay his eyes on him.

But it was okay.

One single tear dropped from his eyes, when he got up to continue his walk.

He would walk on.

Fighting his tears he stopped.

"What do you want?"

He didn't turn around to face his follower, who stepped out of the wood behind Harry.

"Harry, I..."

"Why are you following me? Isn't it enough if I accept the fact that you love Sirius? Because I think it's great and I have never been happier before." Harry shouted, shaking with tears.

"Harry, you seem to misunderstand the situation...."

"MISUNDERSTAND? How can someone misunderstand the fact of you two wrapped in each others arm, lips glued to each other!"

The man tried to touch the boy's shoulder.

"How can someone be such a coward to deny this!" He slapped back the wolf's hand and went on his way.

Two strong arms took his shoulders and pinned him to the next tree. Holding the boy just so close he couldn't escape, he started explaining:

" There is nothing anymore between me and Sirius! And the kiss you witnessed had absolutely nothing to do with you," Remus said calmly.

"I could see that!" Harry snapped. "Just leave me alone! I can't stand to see you anymore! Get out of my way..."

He just couldn't believe, the man could come even closer, but he did and every feeling of anger in Harry soon turned into lust.

The heart of the man holding him, was hammering hard against his chest and his breath was sweet against his.

Fighting the rising feeling, the teen tried to escape the arms which held him.

"LEAVE ME ALONE AND GO! Guess what, I do not care who you are with! I know I don't mean anything to you, and I reply this fact! Do whatever you feel like!"

Harry gasped as the man kissed him demandingly harsh and slipped his tongue through the young man's parted lips. As much as Harry tried to resist that delicious tongue he dreamed of every single night, he failed and responded with every bit of his soul and body.

Soon Harry's hands were all over Remus' body. He slipped his fingers under the light shirt. He could feel the muscular torso and started ripping the shirt open to have a better look at the chest, which seemed to be made out of ivory.

Breathing heavily they moved their bodies together, while their lips constantly sucked at each other and their tongues ran deep through their mouths.

Remus' hand stroked through Harry's hair and over his neck, holding the other's wrist above his head.

He felt Harry's hands moving down his chest along the torso, to run one finger down the thin line of hair from his navel down, which disappeared in his trousers.

This time it was Remus who gasped, which interrupted their kiss, so Harry could run his hungry lips along his throat and the delicious collarbone to leave a bruised mark visible, while his hand slipped into Remus' trousers.

The werewolf moaned softly, when Harry started stroking his hard erection.

"Harry...!"

Fin