Mortem . Sirius Black

chapter one hundred and four

March 25th - Marauder's Dorm

Peter woke up suddenly and was shocked to see that he was the first one up. What was even more shocking, however, was that he felt the sudden urge to go downstairs to the dungeons and see Snape.

Not just see Snape, no, hug him.

And kiss him.

And tell him how much he loves him.

And tell him how pretty he is.

Sighing, he quite literally rolled out of bed only to go sit on top of Remus's, waking the werewolf up, "Worm- holy shit and everything above what the hell are you doing looking at me like that?" he shouted

Remus Lupin didn't necessarily hate mornings, nor did he hate waking up early. What he hated was being woken up abruptly, and so it was safe to say that opening his eyes only to find his best friend staring at him like a psychopath wasn't the way he wanted to start the day.

Pulling the bedsheets up to cover his bare chest, Remus kicked Peter off his bed, "What the hell's wrong with you?" he whisper-shouted, not wanting to wake the others up

The mousy boy simply sunk into the ground, the dreamy smile never once leaving his face, "Severus," he breathed, staring up at the ceiling, though his eyes were completely unfocused and glazed over

"What?" asked Remus, straightening himself up, hoping that he had heard wrong

Peter jumped up, "Severus!" he repeated, much louder this time, "Do you know where he is, Remus? I need to go see him, I need him, actually,"

The scarred boy gaped at his friend, before shaking his head and sitting up fully, "Come again?" he asked

"Severus Snape? You know, the Slytherin?"

"Uh-huh?" nodded the sandy-haired boy, not understanding what was going on

Despite Remus's noise of confirmation, Peter continued drawling on, swaying slightly from foot to foot, "Long, silky hair, excellent bone structure, voice that sounds as though it had been gifted by the angels,"

Remus looked around him, as though trying to gauge whether this was a prank or not, "You're joking, right?" he scoffed with mild concern

The other's boy's dreamy expression turned into a sour one in the span of a second, "Why would I be joking? Do you know something I don't?" he sputtered, "Remus if you know something about Sev you need to tell me this instant! It's our love that hangs in the balance!"

"Uhhh," the werewolf, for the first time in his life, had absolutely nothing to comment on the situation. Grabbing a shirt that was lying nearby, he threw it on top of James, waking him up, "Peter, repeat what you told me to Prongs," he said warily

"Why, did James do something?" asked the mousy boy, turning towards his curly-haired friend, "Prongs I swear to Godric if you've played a prank of Sev again, if you've hurt him in any way, I'll- I'll-" he sputtered, looking for his wand, "I'll blow you up, that's what I'll do!"

James and Remus exchanged a glance, both of them deeply confused and still not fully awake yet, "Uh, Pads, Nephie, wake up," yelled James, "I'm scared,"

Grumbling, Sirius pulled the curtains around his bed open, "What?" he seethed, clearly not liking how early it was

"Listen," said Remus, cocking his head in the direction of Peter

Sure enough, the mousy boy was engrossed in his rants about "Sevvy" as he was now referring to him. Anything from his hair, to his voice, to his eyes, Peter talked about it in the same manner one talks about saints in their religion.