This Is Your Dream, Moony

Summary: It was bad enough that Sirius was dead, so why did he have to keep turning up in Remus's dreams, to give him advice on things he obviously knew nothing about? Sirius/Remus friendship, RLNT.

"She's killing me, Sirius."

"And who would that be, Moony?"

Remus sighed. The two men were sitting in squashy armchairs by the fire in the Gryffindor common room. Remus had already resigned himself to the fact that he was dreaming. Why else would he be here, of all places, talking casually with none other than his dead best friend?

Remus took a sip from his bottle of Butterbeer, then replied. "Your cousin, of course. Tonks..."

Sirius didn't answer at first. Instead, he tapped his wand on the arm of his chair, and a large wolf erupted from it. The wolf toppled onto the carpet, looked around the common room, then settled itself by the fire. Remus and Sirius both took very little notice of it, as if predatory creatures often came into being and laid near their feet. Finally, Sirius responded. "I rather thought it was you, killing her."

Remus flinched slightly. "Well, you're wrong. Once she actually tries, she could get over me. But I hate seeing her so upset and miserable. She hasn't morphed in months. If I could be with her, I would. But she doesn't understand that I can't."

"And why can't you?"

"Because I can't, you know I can't. I'm too old, too poor, and I'm a werewolf. I am meant to be alone!"

Sirius frowned. "You didn't always used to think that." he said quietly. "We used to be your best friends. You didn't mind us. We loved you, knowing your condition, and we still love you now."

Remus scowled heavily. "And look where it's got you! You're dead!" he replied bitterly, and the wolf looked around at him in interest.

Sirius stared back at him calmly. "Look, none of our deaths were your fault. And you know they weren't, so stop trying to make me pity you for your fake sense of guilt. I was merely saying that you used to be happy with us, so why won't you let yourself be happy now?"

"I already told you, she's too young and I'm too poor and dangerous."

"But Remus, she already knows all this. She's a smart girl and she knows all this, and she doesn't care. She wants you anyway."

"I don't want to hurt her." replied Remus quietly.

"You're hurting her now...she hasn't morphed in months, like you said."

"You were never this rational in real life."

Sirius grinned. "Hey, this is your dream, Moony. If I'm out of character, that's your fault. You're the one putting all these words in my mouth."

"I hate you."

"Like you could. No one hates Sirius Black – he's just too smart and too charming."

"That sounds more like you."

"I'm glad."

They let silence fall, and the wolf sat up on its haunches. It walked over to Remus and laid it's head in his lap. Remus thought the wolf looked rather lonely. He patted it's head, and the wolf closed his eyes in a content sort of way.

Sirius stood up. "Are you leaving?" asked Remus.

"I'm sure I'll be back." replied Sirius, winking. "But until then, take my advice. It's okay to let yourself be happy with her, you know."

Remus tried to protest, but Sirius had already vanished.

Remus woke up and scowled into his pillow. What does Sirius know, anyway, he thought grumpily. But then he couldn't help but remember that it wasn't the real Sirius. It was his own subconscious that was bothering him, pestering him, reminding him that something had to happen.

And soon...

He sighed and wondered how many more dreams of Rational Sirius he'd have to endure before his resolve shattered into a million pieces.