Only a way's away

//the original has been deleted cuz- ew- just- the writing was cringe tbh- imma change this soon- just not yet while I sort out plot//
Warning: a scene of taking a bath-- it'll be in bold so you can skip it if you'd like, its not explicit or anything but yea
== chapter 1==
Sirius inhaled, tightening his grip on his old raggedy suitcase. To tell the truth it held nothing in it but an old wand he had found and a few galleons he had scraped up but he thought it made him look more presentable. He softly knocked on the door with his empty hand, staring at the door, noticing the chipping paint. The door creaked open, revealing a small cottage. A taller man stood in the doorway, a face Sirius knew so well, a face he thought, until a few weeks before, he thought he would never see again." Remus- hey..uh" he smiled, folding his empty hand into his pocket. "Sirius- you should have written me-" Remus sighed, moving so Sirius could get in. "ti couldn't moony, I used up all my parchment on harry," Sirius shuffled into the living room, sitting on the old coach, looking around quickly as if to remember it, as if he would be taking away again. Remus rolled his eyes, stepping into teh living room but not sitting down. "First things first, you need a bath- or a shower atleast-" he looking a him, trying to figure out just how much filth was on the ex-con. "Ok, ok" sirius smirked, standing up and walking toward a hallway just past the kitchen. He entered the bathroom, slipping off his clothes and starting up the water. Remus followed behind him, "I'll help you clean out your hair, alright?". Sirius nodded, carefully getting into the bathtub. Remus squeazed in behind him, mutting some spell that basically expelled anything that could have been living in Sirius' hair. He lathered conditioner and shampoo into it until he was satisfied. (Insert whatever else you do when you take a bath because I don't feel like writing ittt). they got out, Remus getting dressed and guiding Sirius to a stool in front of the mirror. Sirius sat, staring at himself in the mirror, he felt better, cleaner. "I'm gonna cut your hair alirght? No offense but your hair is to long and it just doesn't look right on you." Sirius smiled and nodded, 12 years in azkaban caused his hair to grow down to his hips and it looked weird even on him. Remus started cutting, creating a pile of black hair on the floor. The finished product was good, hair going down just below his ears, almost to his shoulders. "Thanks moony- you really didn't have to do all this-". He could see Remus smile through the mirror "no problem padfoot". Remus rummaged through his closet, pulling out an old Queen shirt and pajama pants. He returned back downstairs and handing them to sirius. "Y-you kept my shirt? Why?" Sirius looked at the shirt in confusion, it was from a concert the went to in 81' one he and James had scraped their money together to get tickets for. He had shirts from other concerts too, but he wasn't sure if Remus had saved them too. "Yeah..I though, that if you ever- if you ever escaped maybe you'd want it-". 
Sirius stared in disbelief, "so you did think I was innocent-" 
"Well-yea- but nobody would listen..they though I had went mad-" 
Sirius blinked, pulling the shirt on with sad smile. 
"I'll go get dressed ok?" 
== Chapter 2 ==
Remus' pov:
I made a sandwich for me and a few crackers for sirius, I had read some where that anorexic people would tend to throw up food even if they didn't want to, usually after they got help, their body wasn't ready for it. I presumed it would be the same for sirius since he looked like a bag of bones and probably hadn'teating a decent meal in a while. I knew it wasn't a great dinner but its all I could afford,my last job had fired me and I knew I would have to find a new one soon. Sirius came back downstairs with a large grin. "That looks nice on you." I smile, sliding a few crackers toward sirius, "I don't want you eating to much all at once, I'll give you more if you hold it down ok?". Sirius nodded, brushing a bit of his hair out of his face. We ate in silence, there wasn't much to talk about anyway. "I'll make you a bed on the couch, unless you want to sleep with me...?". Sirius shrugged "I'll probably end up on the floor either way." I raised an eye brow though he dismissed it with another shrug.
I walked to the living room, "Sirius, can you grab a pillow from my bed?", he ran up the stairs, responding with something like 'yea sure'. I laid a quilt horizontally on the couch (hope that right), Sirius throwing a pillow onto the couch with a smirk. "Night Sirius," I smiled, turning the lights off and walking upstairs.Category:Literature
Category:Fiction
Category:Original Stories
Category:Original Stories (Unfinished)