AN: This is AU, What if Remus never went to Hogwarts, but had gone to Beauxbaton instead? Life for James Sirius and Peter is relatively the same exept for things that were directly related to Remus; no werewolf, no womping willow, no animagus, no shrieking shack, and no reason for Sirius not to be the Potter's Secret-keeper. (it's my pet theory that Sirius' reasoning had something to do with him thinking Remus was the traitor) And at Beauxbaton Remus went through school ignored made fun of and looked down upon by every one, and had to put up with the taunts and threats of his piers alone.
So when Voldemort approaches him to become a Death Eater, he jumps at the chance earn power and respect from all the people who had made him miserable.
Warning: this story will contain in later chapters; torture, blood, violence and slashy sex. (in roughly that order) If any of the stuff squicks you, DON'T READ!
Dedicated to Mithua, who I hope will still speak to me after reading this. ^_^
Howl
Chapter 1 -
Sirius Black sat in the darkest corner of yet another smoky, crowded, muggle bar. He hated this, he really did. But there was nothing he could do about it.
He had to stay hidden. For James and Lily and little Harry's sake if not for his own. Sirius smiled a little as he thought of his godson. The little prat was adorable and he looked too much like ol' Jamesie for the kids own good. And Sirius hadn't gotten to see him for six months now.
He was the reason Sirius was there, in that filthy bar, sitting alone in the corner. Him and the Fidelius Charm. Sirius had always thought that secrets were pretty easy to keep. He and James and Peter had had to keep plenty during their time at Hogwarts. But this was different. Lives hung on this secret. Lives of people he considered his family.
Sirius stared down into his nearly warm beer and sighed. He'd been 'in hiding' for half a year and it was getting damn tiring. And lonely.
Half a year of constantly moving, of never telling anyone his real name, of dropping everything and leaving town if he ever saw a spark of recognition in someone's eyes when they looked at him. Not even owls to or from those he was trying to protect.
Sirius looked back up from his beer and scanned the room. Maybe, just for tonight, he wouldn't go to bed alone. But no one, male or female, caught his interest and he sighed again before getting up and heading for the door.
He was halfway there when another patron stumbled into him.
"Oh, I'm sorry," the man mumbled, his hands resting on Sirius' shoulders to steady himself. He looked up at Sirius and blinked wide gold eyes, chuckling slightly. "I think I drank a bit too much," he said breathlessly and licked his lips. Sirius could only nod mutely and stare. 'He's beautiful!' Shaggy gold brown hair fell into his breathtaking eyes. And soft full lips parted invitingly as the gorgeous creature licked his lips again.
"Tha-That's…" Sirius swallowed and tried again. "That's okay." He croaked out. The stranger untangled himself from Sirius and took a step back, only to stumble and have to catch himself on Sirius again.
"Could you help me outside?" the beautiful creature asked. "I think I need some fresh air." Sirius was only too happy to comply, letting the other man put a steadying arm around his waist and headed for the door.
Once they were outside Sirius' companion leaned even more heavily against him and even went so far as to lean his head against Sirius' shoulder. Sirius wondered if the other man was really that drunk, or if he was trying to seduce him. He hoped it was the latter.
"Are you feeling better?" Sirius asked. His companion turned and looked up at him, his hand coming to rest against Sirius' chest.
"I don't know." He said, fixing Sirius with his amazing gold eyes. "I think I just need a place I could lie down for a while. Maybe I could go with you?" Sirius couldn't keep himself from smiling. Well that answered his question; drunk or not the man was trying to seduce him. And Sirius found that he rather liked the idea.
It didn't take Sirius long to lead them to his hotel room and as soon as he'd closed the door his companion pounced on him. They kissed fiercely, pawing at each other's clothes, desperate to feel the touch of skin against skin. Sirius moaned as the other man started licking and biting along the underside of his chin.
"What's your name?" he whispered seductively in Sirius' ear. "I want to know what I should be screaming." Sirius whimpered.
"Sirius…" he panted out. He leaned in to kiss him again but was stopped as the body against his suddenly became unresponsive. Sirius pulled back to look at his companion, a knot of worry forming in his stomach.
The person before him was no longer the fragile beauty that had stumbled into him in the bar. The man before him radiated feral power and control, a sneer was pulling at the once sensuous lips.
"That's what I thought," he said smugly, pulling a wand from some hidden pocket and pointed it at Sirius' chest.
"Stupefy!"