A/N: Six years later! Wow, I have so many things I could say here, but honestly it would end up longer than the chapter itself. I just want to say a big thank you to those of you who read this and enjoyed it despite this fanfiction's many flaws, spelling errors and overall 13 year old style writing. I've decided to keep it completely intact for my own sake to see my progress over time. This is unedited for the most part, so if you find any errors please tell me in a review so I can fix them! Enjoy this new chapter 6 years late!

The boys had decided to split up in the search for Sirius. James took the kitchens, Remus the bathrooms, and Peter chose to stay in the dormitory in fear of roaming professors, so he looked about the Common Room. Frank had wisely chosen to go to bed.

James slunk beneath his Invisibility Cloak, the fringe sliding barely above his high-tops. Thanks to his growth spurt that summer, even when hunched over keeping himself concealed was troublesome. He paused beside the painting to the Kitchens.

"Sirius," James hissed. The only reponse was a light echo. Sighing, James mourned the loss of the Marauder's Map that occured last week. If only he could find a way to get Filch distracted long enough...

James proceeded to release his bowels. The painting to the kitchens fucking opened, slamming into his face, knocking his glasses askew as well as his body which now found itself on the floor, cold cobblestone an unwelcoming feeling on his ass.

Headmaster Dumbledore chuckled to himself, closing the portrait door behind him, a load of sweets clutched in his aging hands. Dumbledore gave a twinkling glance to James' frozen figure on the floor before continuing on to his room, wistling a tune only known to the man himself.

Fuck this, Sirius can find his own ass.

Peter sat in the common room, the fire nice and toasty. He hummed softly to himself, eating a muffin he knicked from breakfast earlier.

"Sirius!" Remus whispered, creaking open a stall door. Nothing but a bog. Remus huffed, sliding down the old crusted wall. How could he find one boy in a whole bloody castleoh my god there are FEET OVER THERE.

No, not amputated feet or something. But feet attached to a human and oh my god he wasn't alone who would go shitting at this time of night in the middle of nowhere oh my god what if it was Snape and he was going to curse him now that he was alone and oh Jesus fuck

And then the feet talked. "Moony!'

The feet talked? And they knew his nickname? Oh my god wait- "Sirius?" he hissed back. The feet tapped- nodded?

Remus clambered onto his own non-talking feet, and opened up the stall three down. Sirius.

"Moony, Moony," Sirius shook his head, sitting on the toilet. His pants were up, thankfully, and feet attached. "Moooooony," this was drawn out. His dark eyes were pitiful and sad, like he had lost a long loved goldfish. Or a good pair of socks. "Moony," he says finally, his elbows sitting atop his knees, scruffy chin sitting in his palms. He really needed to shave.

"Padfoot," he replied, eyeing him cautiously.

"I'm dissapointed, Remus. I thought you were better than this." Sirius sighed softly, scratching his chin thoughtfully, but somehow maintaining both hands under his chin. Remus wasn't sure if he should have ran. "I've waited... so long. Sitting on this common toilet."

Remus' palms were getting sweaty. From anxiety or from the warm air of the lavatory, he knew not. "Have you, now?"

"Years. Trapped in this stinky, smelly shit hole. Literally, a shit hole. Absolute years." He stood, pacing about the small space, at one point doing a small spin to the left of the pot. "After escaping the clutches of our room, I decided to venture out into the world. After being held down so long by the dystopian society known as '', I had finally found my own true identity. After conversing with a galleon I found in my pocket named 'Bethany', I took her advice and made my way to the kitchens."

Sirius paused at this point, looking at the wall as if it had kicked his hamster.

"And you ended up here, how?"

"Got lost," he said simply, flopping back down onto the porcelain. "But I waited here. Praying, hoping, and doing basic mental math exercises. Until years and years later, you found me."

Remus looked unamused. "If by years, you mean minutes, yes?"

Sirius looked at Remus as though he were truly seeing him for the first time. "Minutes, yes. Minutes."

"I think it's time to go back to the dormitory."

"Yes."