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Remus was beautiful.

 

Sirius had often thought this, eyes tracing the planes and angles of his body, the sharply curving ribcage, the shadowed crease at his hip. Even battered, post-transformation Moony was exquisite in the Shack’s grey light.

 

Remus disagreed, but then he couldn’t see himself.

 

Somebody, Sirius felt, ought to remedy that.

 

Getting the equipment was easy, because you could buy anything in Knockturn Alley. Trapping Remus was harder, but Sirius had practiced.

 

“Smile for me, Moony.”

 

“You’re mad,” said Remus. But he still smiled, his eyes blindfolded, back arched against Sirius, hands tied behind him.

 

The camera flashed.