A/N: This is the story of the reference to Remus's toy dog from my story Saving Sirius. It doesn't matter if you haven't read SS, but you might want to because it has a happy ending where this doesn't really.

Oh, and in my head they're about 17 in case anyone was wondering.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Remus's puppy

Remus is gorgeous when he sleeps. He always sucks his thumb with a weird squelching noise and curls up in a little ball. It's so cute. He also sleeps with a teddy. Well, I say teddy. It's actually a small toy dog. A fluffy black dog with grey eyes and velvety ears.

I hate that dog. Remus always tucks it up against his chest when he falls asleep and strokes his thumb (the one not in his mouth) up und down its back. It's sickening and cute at the same time.

I should be the dog that sleeps with Remus every night. I should be the one he strokes and pets and cuddles. Everything should be me. But it's not. It's that bloody dog that Jamie bought him years ago and I hate him for it. Him and the dog.

So I stole it. One night when Remus went to the bathroom, I just crept over and took it. When Remus came back he turned the room upside down trying to find that damned dog. I just pretended to be asleep.

I just wanted to find out what was so good about that damn dog and why Remmy seemed so upset to lose it. I never did find out what was so good about that dog. The only thing good about it that I could see was that it smelt of Remus. But that would hardly be a good thing for Remmy himself.

I put it back next morning. I was just tucking it under the covers when Remmy came into the room. He was so annoyed with me. He asked me why I'd taken it. Asked if I'd known how upset he was without it. Was I trying to hurt him?

I couldn't answer him. I couldn't tell him that it was because I was jealous of a damned stuffed toy. Didn't dare say it was because I feel so lonely all olone in my bed by myself. Couldn't get out that it was because I'm in love with. I guess I'm totally useless. Remmy was so annoyed with me for about a month after that. And he never went anywhere without that damned dog, obviously scared I'd steal it again. As if I would want to.

God, I hate that dog.

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A/N: Yes, it was really short and took me ages to get round to writing. I know. And chance of a review?