Days had been long since Sirius was sent away. You knew it had been extra hard on Remus, his ex boyfriend, his childhood friend; it seemed like he’d been left in a shroud of darkness without his Star there.

Since dating Remus, you couldn’t help but be jealous of this bond. Attached at the hip, friends even after dating for almost seven years. You always had to soothe yourself; Remus wouldn’t love a traitor. Remus wouldn’t love the man who had all their friends killed.

Yet as Sirius escaped, as they confronted Peter, as everything unfolded the way it did…that jealousy gnawed at your heart. It was like a wolf ripping at your chest whenever Sirius laughed at Remus’ jokes, you could feel the fangs sink into the flesh of your beating organ whenever Sirius would smile at him. The final clamp of that wolf’s jaw seemed to be whenever Sirius would touch Remus’ shoulders. Any and every excuse.

“I just…it hurts” you had tried to tell Remus, who had simply sighed and held your face.

“That was ten years ago, my love” his voice as soft as he could manage, the guilt chewed at him. He hadn’t meant to make you feel like this. Yet he had, and, honestly, he could see why. He and Sirius were as close as ever, as if twelve years of Azkaban and insanity hadn’t torn that thread of affection that tied the men. Though, Remus knew in his heart, you were the only face he wanted to wake up beside.