(A/N: Yea! My first song fic!)

( " : The song "Twilight" is from Vanessa Carlton, by the way.)

( " : Italics signify song lyrics.)

Disclaimer: No one (including, unfortunately, Remus) is my creation. breaks out in tears

TWILIGHT

Sirius Black paced nervously up and down the dorm floor, glad as usual to be alone. None of the four second-year Gryffindor boys were together at the moment, in fact. Since he, James, and Peter had found out about Remus being a werewolf, none of them had spoken at all.

Obviously, no one was talking to Lupin, and though Sirius and James had gotten over their first-year enmity, they only teamed up when necessary. Like when they thought it was necessary to follow the shy peacemaker of the dorm to the Shrieking Shack a couple of days ago. And Peter, of course, was still Peter. He never seemed to do much except faun over Potter or sulk silently in a corner, as he was now.

His pacing increased in speed.

It wasn't fair, he thought bitterly. Finally, he had found a friend who sympathized with him about hating the Dark Arts the Black family was famous for. Turns out he was a Dark Arts creature himself. Still, in spite of this, Remus had rubbed off on him a little. Sirius never used to be patient at all, but lately, he often checked his temper and didn't blow up at James or Peter. In fact, he had taught him so much about people, and life...

I was stained, with a role, in a day not my own.

But as you walked into my life you showed what needed to be shown

And I always knew, what was right I just didn't know that I might

Peel away and choose to see with such a different sight.

When Remus finally trudged down to his dorm from the Medical Wing, almost fully recuperated from the physical effects of the transformation, he had hoped to find it empty. Instead Sirius was there with a peculiarly thoughtful expression on his face. Lupin couldn't help flinching slightly when he saw him and turned to leave.

"Wait, don't go," Sirius said softly.

Remus stopped. "Yes?" he asked wearily.

"You know, um..."

"You don't have to say anything," Remus said, seeing the awkward look on his face. "I understand."

"That's not what I'm thinking!" he protested. "I mean it was. But I was thinking about it just now and changed my mind."

Remus felt a curious buoying sensation at the pit of his stomach, but he quickly quelled it. After all, he had tried to make friends before once, around his neighborhood. Then he made the grave mistake of thinking that they could be entrusted with his secret, which resulted in his family being driven out of town. He wasn't stupid enough to think that something wouldn't come of this. "Really?" he said disinterestedly.

"Yeah, uh, I was thinking that it might not be such a bad thing for you to be a werewolf." He chewed his lip nervously. "I mean, sure, you transform into a hideous murderous animal once a month, but it's no big deal. The rest of the time, you're a pretty great guy."

"You really think all that?" Despite reason and common sense, he felt his spirits light up with hope. The hope of a real friendship that wasn't marred by the weight of a withheld secret.

"Sure." He shrugged in his typically casual and uncaring manner.

"Wow." That was all he could think of to say, but then again, he was quite shocked.

"So, this whole thing has gotta be hard for you, right? I'm not really a people-person like you, but even I can tell that this situation- your werewolfishness, I mean-"

"Lycanthropy."

"Yeah, that. Well, it's probably the reason that you don't have any goals in life like the rest of us do." Remus nodded. "So now, it's my goal to make you realize your full potential- That is what teachers jabber about all the time, right?- if you promise to do something for me."

"What is it?" Lupin's eyes narrowed suspiciously, suddenly suspecting some kind of bribery.

"Help me study for that Transfiguration test tomorrow?"

Remus just laughed.

And I will never see the sky the same way and

I will learn to say good-bye to yesterday and

I will never cease to fly if held down and

I will always reach too high cause I've seen, cause I've seen, twilight.

Two hours later, Sirius finally was able to exclaim "I've got it!" with considerable confidence. He smiled with glee, until he realized how long he, Sirius Black, had been using his time wisely. At that thought, he grimaced. Last year, he would never have been so horribly efficient.

He suspected that Remus guessed what was going on in his head (he was good at that kind of thing, after all), especially when a mischievous glint appeared in his eye. A look he never would have had in First Year. "You know how different we are, Remus?"

Lupin nodded, serious again. "In literature, we would be called character foils, I believe."

"You 'believe'?" he snorted. "I doubt you ever state a fact that may be remotely incorrect."

"Probably true."

"Do you think that maybe that's a good thing?"

"I don't know, but we are changing each other."

"You've thought so to?" he asked in surprise. "It's not just me?"

"No." He shook his head with those slight, unpretentious motions that betrayed his gentle nature, causing Sirius to smile.

"Well, I for one am pretty sure that if I hadn't met you, I would have probably ended up as just another Black, like my evil little brother with nothing better to do then attend social parties and torture Muggles. So..." he cleared his throat before pronouncing two words that he felt he had never used in his life. "...thank you."

Lupin raised an eyebrow, and for a moment Sirius was afraid Remus would spoil his gratefulness by making some reference to the Sorting Hat placing him in Gryffindor, or something like that. But Remus seemed to change his mind about what he was going to say and raised his eyes to Sirius's thoughtfully. "You're welcome," he replied simply.

Never cared never wanted never sought to see what flaunted

So on purpose so in my face couldn't see beyond my own place

And it was so easy not to behold what I could hold

But you taught me I could change whatever came within these shallow days.

James finally rejoined Peter in the Gryffindor Common Room, much to Pettigrew's delight. "Let's go talk to Sirius. I think the three of this have to talk this out together."

Peter nodded eagerly at the prospect of being included in such an important discussion and tagged along as James marched somberly up the stairs. When he opened the door, he was suddenly glad they had been quiet, for otherwise they would have been noticed by the room's two occupants. He stared at them in amazement as Sirius was happily bent over a book with Remus.

Quickly, he shut the door and leaned his shaggy black head against it miserably, not ready to go in yet. "I don't believe it," he said softly. Peter shook his head sadly with a sort of yes-man attitude, which suddenly irritated James more then normal. "Don't you have somewhere better to be?" James hissed, sending Pettigrew scurrying back to the Common Room.

Then he sank to the floor, head buried in his arms. For the first time ever, he felt very alone. Sure, if he would only walk down the stairs, he could find plenty of admirers or girls who would gladly throw over anyone else to date him. But he now felt a strange longing for the one thing Black had that he didn't- friendship.

And this Lupin business was confusing him, too. He was a werewolf, after all, and Black was pretending like he wasn't. Reaching up to his head, he instinctively rumpled his hair then sighed again.

And I will never see the sky the same way and

I will learn to say good-bye to yesterday and

I will never cease to fly if held down and

I will always reach too high cause I've seen, cause I've seen...

Complete. That was how Remus felt, and he knew Sirius did too, at least for this moment. Both had found their first true friend, and both believed it would be a lifelong friendship. And now, he was glad his secret was out. After all, trust pulled two friends closer together. He smiled contentedly from his bed as he whispered, "Good night, Sirius" across the room.

The sweetness of sleep took him, only punctured by the returning, "G'Night, Remus." And for once, the moon did not keep him awake.

As the sun shines through it pushes away and pushes ahead.

It fills the warmth of blue and leaves a chill instead and

I didn't know that I could be so blind to all that is so real

But as illusion dies I see there is so much to be revealed.

Three Years Later:

As three Animagus and one Werewolf played checkers in the Shrieking Shack, waiting for the full moon to come, they all felt a strange lack of apprehension. Even though they had only done this three times, it already felt routine. "You know, if anyone finds out about this, we could be in big trouble," Wormtail said, though less squeakily and less nervously than he was typically wont.

There was a halfhearted comment of "Shut up, Pete" from Padfoot, and a roll of the eyes from Prongs, as he adjusted his glasses and rumpled his hair.

"He's right, of course," Moony put in calmly as he took three of Prongs's checkers. Then a familiar pain shot through his body, and his friends, seeing the look in his face, wisely cleared the game boards away so that he wouldn't knock them over as he transformed.

It wasn't as bad with them here, he felt. Physically, it took the same toll on him, but emotionally... well, the other Marauders had never let him down, and looking at the group as they faithfully transformed into Stag, Rat, and Dog respectively, he doubted that they ever would.

And I will never see the sky the same way and

I will learn to say good-bye to yesterday and

I will never cease to fly if held down and

I will always reach too high cause I've seen, cause I've seen, twilight.

THE END