Mia

“It’s… did it happen to you at the home? Where you grew up?”
There was something odd in Sirius’ voice. Remus found he couldn’t speak, so he just nodded. Sirius nodded too. “I’ve got scars.” He said, so quietly that Remus thought he’d misheard at first.
Sirius bent down, and pulled up his trouser leg, turning his ankle to show Remus the marks there. His scars weren’t like Remus’ – which were big and rough and jagged, full of rage and hunger. The silver stripes on the backs of Sirius’ legs were thin and straight; uniform in their cruelty. Remus stared for a few seconds, before Sirius dropped the edge of the fabric and straightened up.
They stared each other down for a full minute. Remus feeling very hot, Sirius’ eyes cool and calm. Then it broke.
“Shall we go and watch James making a prat of himself?” Sirius asked.
Remus nodded again, and they both stepped back out into the cold autumn air.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“Miss you." Remus said, one night. It had taken all day to raise the courage for those two stupid words.
"I'm right here." Sirius smiled tiredly.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“Everywhere he looked, he was haunted by thoughts and memories of his friends, of the things they could never do, and the things he had not done in time.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“Sirius blinked, shocked, and Remus was elated; he had something now. He had Sirius in his jaws, he wasn’t letting go until he tasted blood.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes