Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. All lyrics contained belong to the artist Sia.

A/N: Well! We've finally arrived at the final chapter. Thanks so much for sticking with me for the entire fic! Especially Resa Aureus and rileypotter17 who have both been great friends and sounding boards :)

Song: Lullaby by Sia

Youtube Extension: /watch?v=IJIwNzR1Las

WARNING: Here be LEMONS!

Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 13

Lullaby

'Send a wish upon a star
Do the work and you'll go far
Send a wish upon a star
Make a map and there you are,'

Sirius lay staring up at the ceiling listening to Remus' gentle snores. They'd slept the day away, Sirius waking up occasionally to check on Remus' wounds and get a glass of water. Dusk was upon them, casting the bedroom into a blue-grey cocoon shielding them from the world. Buried under the duvet and feeling the warmth radiate off Remus, Sirius could almost imagine that the war wasn't happening.

And yet atmosphere felt heavy, as though the world had taken a collective intake of breath. His stomach twisted anxiously.

"I can hear you worrying from here," Remus mumbled as he pushed himself into a sitting position painfully.

"Sorry," Sirius said.

"What's wrong?" Remus asked.

"I don't know... I just feel like something's wrong..."

"I know what you mean," Remus replied. "There hasn't been any news from the Order about Voldemort for a week now. It makes me wonder if he's planning something."

Remus' words hung in the air.

"Psh! He's always planning something!" Sirius exclaimed more nonchalantly than he felt.

"I know but..." Remus trailed off.

"What could we do about it anyway, Moony?" Sirius asked as he sat up. "Do you want a cup of tea?" He asked.

"Yes please!" Remus said, visibly brightening.

Sirius clattered around in the kitchen and hastily brewed the tea before returning to the bedroom and flopping down on the bed. "Do you ever wonder how we got here?" He asked Remus.

"What do you mean?" Remus replied, blowing over the steaming tea.

"Well it seems like only yesterday that you hit me in the face on the Hogwarts Express," Sirius said with a grin and lightly nudged Remus.

Remus laughed. "It feels like a totally different time though," He said soberly.

"I know, we were so young and innocent," Sirius said as he sipped at the tea.

"Padfoot, I don't think you've ever been innocent!" Remus said laughing.

"Moony! I'm wounded that you think so!" Sirius cried in mock offence before they fell against each other in peals of laughter.

'Send a hope upon a wave
A dying wish before the grave
Send a hope upon a wave
For all the souls you failed to save,'

"What do you reckon Prongs and Lily are doing right now?" Sirius asked. They had moved from the bed to the sofa, the duvet and pillows piled around them as they lay against each other watching the spit and crackle of the flames in the hearth.

"Probably settling Harry down for the night," Remus replied, running a hand up and down Sirius' arm in lazy affection. "You really miss having James around, don't you?" He asked.

"Of course! It's strange after all that time at school, running around and getting into all sorts of trouble to then suddenly being split off from the rest of the group. I feel like we're running at half capacity." Sirius said with a shrug.

"Where is Wormtail these days anyway?" Remus asked.

"He's moved into some little flat," Sirius said with a shrug.

"Well, at least he isn't living with his parents anymore," Remus replied with a smile.

"I don't know..." Sirius murmured. "I mean, can you imagine Peter living alone? Think of all the trouble he could get into!"

"The boy has to learn sometime," Remus replied, lighting a cigarette.

"We sound like a pair of concerned parents," Sirius said laughing.

Remus laughed so hard that smoke came out his nose and elicited a hacking cough.

"Are you should be smoking this soon after a transformation?" Sirius asked, glancing up at Remus.

"Don't be silly Padfoot! I suffer from lycanthropy not asthma!" Remus said.

"Well I think it's best if you don't smoke," Sirius replied as he swiped the cigarette out from between Remus' lips and placed it in his own. Sirius took a long drag. "You see, that's better," He said with a grin.

"You cheeky mutt!" Remus said, laughing as he swatted Sirius and reached into his pocket for another cigarette.

Sirius leant his head against Remus' angular shoulder. "Are we okay?" He asked.

"Of course, why wouldn't we be?" Remus replied.

"After that argument last night... I just... I said some really awful stuff Moony," Sirius said with a sigh.

"Look, it's natural Sirius," Remus said as he exhaled a plume of smoke.

"What do you mean?"

"This is war, like you said. It's only natural that with so many people betraying their friends, we'll start expecting the worst in those closest to us," Remus said with a shrug.

"I'm still so sorry. I love you," Sirius said as he leant further into Remus' embrace.

"I love you too. We've just got to hang onto that," Remus replied whilst stroking Sirius' hair gently. "After my run in with Greyback you told me that if I let go of all this then I was letting him win. And you were right. It's at times like these that we need to keep our friends and the Order close."

"Yeah, but there's a traitor in the Order," Sirius mumbled.

"Yes, there might be. But I honestly believe that I can trust you, Prongs, Lily, and Wormtail. I always have," Remus said as he stubbed out his cigarette.

"Thank you Remus," Sirius said.

"What for?" Remus asked.

"So many things," Sirius replied with a sigh, before settling back into Remus' arms and watching the fire burn down to embers.

'And you stood tall
Now you will fall
Don't break the spell
Of a life spent trying to do well
And you stood tall
Now you will fall
Don't break the spell
Of a life spent trying to do well.'

Sometimes when Remus kissed him, Sirius felt like he was flying. The dizzy feeling that was like vertigo constantly reminded him how damn lucky he was to have Remus running his hands through his black hair and pressing his body close. The little leaps of his stomach as Remus pushed him into the mattress and ground his hard body into his sent feelings of love and desire racing through his body so quickly that it made him lose his breath.

Sirius could feel the lines of Remus' scars and healing wounds as their lips bruised one another and their tongues tangled. Remus moaned as Sirius lifted his hips to grind against him. Breaking off the kiss Sirius trailed his lips across Remus' jaw and whispered breathily into his ear. "I want you inside me."

"You sure?" Remus panted in reply rubbing against Sirius desperately.

Sirius grinned and shuffled out of his boxers in response.

He watched as Remus divested himself of his clothing and knelt before him breathing heavily as his amber eyes roamed over Sirius' chest and focused on his hardness. As suddenly as the shadow of the wolf flickering in his eyes, Remus was trailing his lips down Sirius' chest, nibbling at his nipples and running his hands over his narrow hips.

"Oh Merlin!" Sirius exclaimed as Remus nipped between his thighs. "Stop. Teasing. Me." Sirius groaned and tried to thrust his hips towards Remus but the werewolf's hand was holding him flat against the bed.

And then the most mind-blowing sensation as Remus wrapped his lips around the tip of Sirius' hardness. Sirius gasped at the wet heat of Remus' mouth and watched his partner bob his head up and down. The vibration of Remus' moan down his shaft nearly sent him over the edge before Remus pulled away to bring his lips crashing back against Sirius'. Their panting filled the darkened bedroom as Remus fumbled and lined himself up with Sirius.

The sensations as Remus pushed inside him took his breath away. He lifted his hips against Remus' sensual thrusts, shuddering and wrapping his legs around his hips to draw him deeper. Sirius watched as Remus' eyes fluttered shut in pleasure as he thrust faster.

Between his moans and gasps of pleasure Sirius let his eyes rove over Remus' body memorising every scar and ripple of muscle. When Remus' breathing became ragged he wrapped his hand around Sirius' shaft and sent them both spinning into a blissful abyss.

Sirius grinned and snuggled close into Remus' chest after they had disentangled themselves from one another. As they caught their breath he listened to the thudding of Remus' heart and just let himself become absorbed in the moment.

Lying in Remus' embrace with his lover's hands running over his shoulders Sirius felt, for the first time in a long while, that everything was fine.

'Send a question in the wind
It's hard to know where to begin
So send the question in the wind
And give an answer to a friend.'

Sirius left Remus sleeping as he pulled on some pyjamas and crept into the living room. With a flick of his wand he relit the fire in the hearth to drive away the cold and checked the time. The clock read 10.30pm.

He frowned as he opened a butterbeer and lit a cigarette. Peter had said that he'd touch base with Sirius at 10pm to let him know that the Potters were safe. Sirius shrugged and flopped onto the sofa, Peter had probably tried to contact him whilst he was making up with Remus. Sirius grinned at the memory and glanced over the sofa at Remus who was still snoring softly in bed.

Sirius grabbed some floo powder off the mantelpiece and threw it into the fire. The flames flared green and he stubbed his cigarette out in an overflowing ashtray. His knees popped as he knelt in front of the fireplace. He was getting old. He laughed to himself; Sirius Black would never get old!

The flames tickled his face as he peered into Peter's shabby living room. All he could see was a pair of slippers at the foot of a ratty old sofa. It was odd, Peter very rarely left his house. Perhaps he was in the kitchen.

"Oi! Pete!" The fire hissed around his ears.

"Wormtail?" The logs crackled and spat slightly, the floo powder would run out soon.

"Come here, you poxy little rat!" Sirius shouted in irritation before pulling his face out the fire just in time. He felt the heat of the fire flare in front of his face as he sat back onto the floor of the living room.

Sirius' stomach churned nervously. What if something had happened? He shook his head slightly and took a swig of the butterbeer, he was being ridiculous. Peter was probably halfway to a muggle takeaway right know, or asleep already. Or bashing one out, Sirius thought with a grimace at the mental image.

He'd go and check anyway, just for his own peace of mind. He wasn't really worried. Not really...

Well maybe a bit.

But he'd feel stupid when he turned up and found Wormtail stuffing his face with chicken Chow Mein.

'Place your past into a book
Put in everything you ever took
Place your past into a book
Burn the pages let them cook.'

"Remus?" Sirius said as he stood over the sleeping werewolf. It felt wrong to wake him; Remus always looked so peaceful when he slept. "Remus?" He repeated.

"Mmph?" Remus replied opening one eye at him.

"I'm going to check on Wormtail," He said, brushing a lock of sandy hair off Remus' forehead.

"Why?" Remus asked, waking up suddenly and sitting up slightly.

"Don't worry! It's nothing serious," Sirius replied with a smile. I'm just going to see how he's doing and give our Halloween greetings. He must be lonely on his own," Sirius lied.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Remus mumbled as he settled himself back against the pillows.

"Nah," Sirius said, stroking Remus' cheek. "Get some rest," He said.

"Okay," Remus mumbled.

Sirius pressed a lingering kiss to Remus' lips. "I love you," He said.

"I love you too," Remus said while yawning.

Sirius started walking out the bedroom. "Don't be long!" Remus called sleepily after him.

"I'll be back in two shakes of a wolf's tail, Moony." Sirius grabbed his cloak and with one last glance at an already snoring Remus, closed the flat door behind him and walked out into the night.

'And you stood tall
Now you will fall
Don't break the spell
Of a life spent trying to do well
And you stood tall
Now you will fall
Don't break the spell
Of a life spent trying to do well.'

Peter's flat was locked and the lights were off. Sirius frowned and unlocked the door with a quick "alohamora".

The silence was pounding against his ears and sending his heart thudding. There was no sign of the animagus anywhere in the flat.

The only logical explanation was that Peter had gone to Godric's Hollow. Sirius would wait for him in the area where he thought the Potter's house might be. Damn fidelius charm, Sirius thought as he rushed out into the darkness and apparated.

Sirius pulled his cloak around him as he started to wonder around Godric's Hollow. Something was burning but it was probably just some kids letting off fireworks somewhere. The sky was clear and Sirius looked up for Halloween fireworks that would surely be going off any moment.

It floated like a corpse in water. Green and translucent, wavering in the air.

The dark mark.

Bile rose in his throat as he ran, stumbling blindly towards the source of that vile sign. Foreboding gripped his heart with icy fingers and sweat broke out on his forehead as he turned the corner.

"No, no, no, no..." he muttered in a mantra as he saw the house.

The Potter's little cottage had most of the top floor blown away and there was a terrible silence. James... Lily... Harry. Oh fuck! Sirius thought as he vomited noisily into a bush. All the pieces were coming together in his mind. The traitor. All that inside knowledge. The Marauders...

I trusted him.

Sirius whipped his wand out and spun around as a shadow loomed over him. "Terrible. S'all so terrible," a great booming voice wept.

"Hagrid?" Sirius choked out, lowering his wand slightly. The hairy half-giant stepped into Sirius' vision. "James and Lily – are they...?" He couldn't bring himself to ask.

"Dead!" Hagrid wailed, crying noisily into a large handkerchief.

The floor tipped and Sirius fell to his knees as his vision swam with tears. He'd failed to protect his best friend, it was his fault that even their little boy had been blasted to pieces by...

"Voldemort," Sirius growled.

"Dead! Gone! Dumbledore's baffled," Hagrid said with a sniff.

"What?" Had James managed to take down the bastard before dying.

A thin wail filled the air and turned into a cry. "Is that - ?" Sirius turned and looked more carefully at the handkerchief that Hagrid held.

In the giant man's arms lay a squirming, red faced child with bottle green eyes. "Harry! How?" He asked sweeping Harry from Hagrid's arms and holding the child in his own. Somehow he felt better with his godson cradled close, it was like a little piece of his friends still in the world. He noticed the thin scar on Harry's forehead.

"The killin' curse," Hagrid said. "Dumbledore says that somehow when You-Know-Who cast the killin' curse it rebounded off 'Arry and destroyed 'im."

Sirius stared down in amazement at Harry Potter and the lightning shaped scar on his forehead. Harry had quietened and was now sucking contentedly on Sirius' little finger. "Dumbledore sent me ter bring 'im the poor lil' thing. Grea' man is Dumbledore," Hagrid said with a sniff.

"T-take my bike, Hagrid," Sirius said. "It's in James and Lily's –" His throat tightened painfully. "It's in the house's garage."

"Fanks," Hagrid said before bursting into tears again.

"S'alright, I'm going to find the person who betrayed them," Sirius said as Hagrid sniffed and went to find the flying motorbike.

Sirius looked down at Harry who was staring up at him with those great big eyes of Lily's. "It'll be okay, Harry. When I've got that little rat I'll come back for you and I'll make sure that no one ever hurts you again." With one last look at his godson, Sirius handed Harry over to Hagrid who started up the motorbike and took off into the night with a roar.

Sirius watched their silhouette against the dark mark as they flew away to safety. He stared long after Hagrid had disappeared into the distance.

Finally, he turned his attention to the task at hand and half-mad with grief Sirius apparated away.

'Send a wish upon a star...'

Remus wandered out into the living room and checked the time. Sirius had been gone for nearly three hours.

Something was very wrong.

Remus dressed quickly, throwing a cloak over his shoulders.

He lit a cigarette and opened the flat door.

The cigarette fell from his lips when he came face to face with a grim face Alastor Moody.

"Lupin," He growled. "Perhaps you should sit down..."

'Send a wish upon a star,'

"PETER! YOU LITTLE WANKER! YOU PITIFUL LITTLE SHIT!" Sirius roared as he raced towards Peter Pettigrew and pinned him against a brick wall. "Why the fuck did you do it Peter?" Sirius hissed. "Why the fuck did you do it? THEY WERE YOUR FRIENDS!" He shouted into the little man's face.

"Oh Sirius, so predictable," Peter simply said with a sickening little smile as he whipped out his wand and concealed it carefully.

In his anger Sirius had forgotten to hold his wand to Pettigrew's throat. He fumbled to grasp it from the pocket in his robes.

"D-d-d-don't do it, S-Sirius!" Peter wailed with a diabolical glint in his eyes.

Suddenly the road exploded. Sirius fell to the floor and blinked against the roar of the explosion in his ears.

When he looked for Pettigrew, all he found was a severed finger and a flash of a rat's tail disappearing down a drain.

Muggle bodies littered the street amongst the wreckage Peter had caused. Who would have ever expected poor little Peter Pettrigrew? The fat little boy who couldn't even transfigure a hedgehog into a pincushion.

Sirius was dimly aware of hands rough hands grabbing at him and aurors shouting into his face. As they dragged him away from the wreckage hysterical laughter bubbled from his lips. It was like a nightmare, a bad dream. Perhaps he would wake up on the Hogwarts Express dreaming about his unrequited love for the sandy haired boy sat opposite him.

He barely felt the hands of his captors as they dragged him away, instead he fell into memories.

Sirius blinked and stared at Remus for a second before his bemused expression split into a grin. He clapped a hand on Remus' shoulder affectionately. "Good summer?" He asked.

Remus shrugged. "Alright. Pretty uneventful. It's good to see you again, Sirius," Remus said, his mouth curving into a shy smile.

"You too," Sirius replied.

"Gay…" James' voice interrupted. Remus turned around and hit James round the back of the head with the book his was holding.

"This coming from the guy who spends half an hour arranging his hair in the morning," Sirius said, smirking at James.

"I don't! It looks like this when I get up!" James exclaimed indignantly, tousling his hair.

They had been so young...

Sirius was starting to feel lightheaded but he couldn't stop. How could he stop when Remus was kissing him back so thoroughly? He felt Remus' teeth nipping at his lower lip and he couldn't help letting a moan escape from his mouth... Thwack. Sirius saw a white hot pain behind his eyes as he collapsed onto the carriage seat. He lifted his hand to his face and felt the already swelling eye. "You – you punched me!" Sirius practically whispered in disbelief.

Sirius' laughs turned into sobs at the thought of Remus.

I love you ... he could hear Remus whispering it in his ear as they lay in bed.

Sirius' mind was filled with thoughts of Remus as they dragged him into a cell to await questioning. He curled up against the cold cell wall and wept.

Dawn was breaking.

Unbeknownst to Sirius, at that very moment, people met in secret all over the country to hold up their glasses and say in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter — the boy who lived!"*

*Last line is adapted from JK Rowling's Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, chapter 1, page 11.

A/N: So that's the end – let me know what you thought. I really hope you've all enjoyed this fic. I just want to thank you all for your reviews and support over the last few months of writing.

Scribbles.

xx