The Adventures of
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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1,661
Reviews:
5
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Adventures of
Everyone tells Harry that is isn’t his fault. That Sirius died because of Voldemort’s plan. That Bellatrix is insane. That Dumbledore is a foolish old man. Snape should have tried a little bit harder. And Harry believes them. Every time he hear someone say that he should have been told, of the plan, the prophecy, Harry feels just a little bit better.
All of that shatters the first night at Grimauld Place. And then Harry knows that he’s been fooling himself out of that horrible guilt since the night at the Department of Mysteries. And Harry hates everyone who has told him any different. Because tossing and turning on his bed at night he hears Professor Lupin cry quietly in his room.
In the morning, after Harry spends the entire night awake, listening to Lupin, he comes down to breakfast and sees Lupin sitting and drinking his tea. He does not acknowledge that Harry has entered the room and does not look up from his steaming mug. Harry finishes his waffles in record speed and leaves the room, Lupin still sitting, drinking from his no longer steaming mug.
Harry doesn’t come out for lunch, or dinner, and Lupin doesn’t come up to get him. But at night, he still falls asleep to the sound of Lupin’s muffled sobs.
Ron comes to visit after Harry has been at Sirius’s old house for two weeks. They play chess, and Ron keeps his questions to a minimum.
“So, how are you two getting on? Everything alright?”
Harry pauses before answering, feeling bad that he’s lying to Ron after all that he’s done for him, “Yeah, everything’s okay.”
“Where is old Lupin anyway? I haven’t seen him.”
“He’s probably asleep,” even though Harry knows it isn’t true.
Later, after Ron leaves, Harry puts the chess pieces away, while they yell rude things at him, and walks upstairs. He takes off his clothes, because Grimauld Place is like a sauna in the summer. Then Harry lies down and waits for the inevitable noise form the room next door. And he waits. And waits. But the crying doesn’t come, and he is seized with the sudden fear that something has happened to Remus as well. He runs from his room and yanks Remus’s door open.
He finds Lupin on his bed, reading what looked like a muggle novel, reading glasses on the tip of his nose. Harry feels his face slowly turn pink and stumbles to find the right words to say.
“I, err, um, thought that maybe you were hurt“
at, at, were you going to rush in a save me too? With your luck, I might have ended up suffocated by my pillow in your attempts to save me from the horrors under my bed.”
Shock. Harry has never heard Professor Lupin a negative thing about anyone, especially not in that tone, which was quite nasty.
“Oh, I understand, you dreamed that my books were feeling particularly vengeful and decided to get rid of me once and for all. Well save you energy, Harry, I don’t want your help. Go back to bed.” Lupin says this all in a very dismissive tone.
Harry all of the sudden felt a whole lot worse than he had ever felt in his entire life. He and Lupin had not spoken and avoided each other the whole time Harry was here, and now he knew why. There was at least one person that thought that he was 100% guilty for the death of Sirius Black.
“Didn’t you hear me? Go away.”
Harry feels more foolish than when Snape taunts him in front of his class. But he can’t move his feet from the soft rug of Remus’s room. And when he thinks that things can’t get any worse, Harry senses warm water down his cheeks and suffers the shame of crying in front of his former professor.
And Harry can’t muster up the ability to say anything, because he knows that Remus is right. He wouldn’t be able to look Lupin the face for all of the gold in the world. Because he can’t bear to see the accusing, mocking stare.
“Oh, poor, brave, Harry Potter. Crying. He doesn’t care about anything but himself, and doesn’t understand that his actions affect others. Others who care about him. Well good job Harry, you have just killed the last person that loves you more that anything.” Lupin had stood up from the bed, slowly coming towards Harry. He sees the old book in Lupin’s hand, called ‘The Adventures of Tom Sawyer’. Then, Lupin, in a mock thoughtful tone, says, “What, this is number three now isn’t is?”
And Harry keeps quite. Understanding that Lupin is right. Then Harry turns and walks to his room. And when he falls asleep, he wishes that he wouldn’t wake up again.
All of that shatters the first night at Grimauld Place. And then Harry knows that he’s been fooling himself out of that horrible guilt since the night at the Department of Mysteries. And Harry hates everyone who has told him any different. Because tossing and turning on his bed at night he hears Professor Lupin cry quietly in his room.
In the morning, after Harry spends the entire night awake, listening to Lupin, he comes down to breakfast and sees Lupin sitting and drinking his tea. He does not acknowledge that Harry has entered the room and does not look up from his steaming mug. Harry finishes his waffles in record speed and leaves the room, Lupin still sitting, drinking from his no longer steaming mug.
Harry doesn’t come out for lunch, or dinner, and Lupin doesn’t come up to get him. But at night, he still falls asleep to the sound of Lupin’s muffled sobs.
Ron comes to visit after Harry has been at Sirius’s old house for two weeks. They play chess, and Ron keeps his questions to a minimum.
“So, how are you two getting on? Everything alright?”
Harry pauses before answering, feeling bad that he’s lying to Ron after all that he’s done for him, “Yeah, everything’s okay.”
“Where is old Lupin anyway? I haven’t seen him.”
“He’s probably asleep,” even though Harry knows it isn’t true.
Later, after Ron leaves, Harry puts the chess pieces away, while they yell rude things at him, and walks upstairs. He takes off his clothes, because Grimauld Place is like a sauna in the summer. Then Harry lies down and waits for the inevitable noise form the room next door. And he waits. And waits. But the crying doesn’t come, and he is seized with the sudden fear that something has happened to Remus as well. He runs from his room and yanks Remus’s door open.
He finds Lupin on his bed, reading what looked like a muggle novel, reading glasses on the tip of his nose. Harry feels his face slowly turn pink and stumbles to find the right words to say.
“I, err, um, thought that maybe you were hurt“
at, at, were you going to rush in a save me too? With your luck, I might have ended up suffocated by my pillow in your attempts to save me from the horrors under my bed.”
Shock. Harry has never heard Professor Lupin a negative thing about anyone, especially not in that tone, which was quite nasty.
“Oh, I understand, you dreamed that my books were feeling particularly vengeful and decided to get rid of me once and for all. Well save you energy, Harry, I don’t want your help. Go back to bed.” Lupin says this all in a very dismissive tone.
Harry all of the sudden felt a whole lot worse than he had ever felt in his entire life. He and Lupin had not spoken and avoided each other the whole time Harry was here, and now he knew why. There was at least one person that thought that he was 100% guilty for the death of Sirius Black.
“Didn’t you hear me? Go away.”
Harry feels more foolish than when Snape taunts him in front of his class. But he can’t move his feet from the soft rug of Remus’s room. And when he thinks that things can’t get any worse, Harry senses warm water down his cheeks and suffers the shame of crying in front of his former professor.
And Harry can’t muster up the ability to say anything, because he knows that Remus is right. He wouldn’t be able to look Lupin the face for all of the gold in the world. Because he can’t bear to see the accusing, mocking stare.
“Oh, poor, brave, Harry Potter. Crying. He doesn’t care about anything but himself, and doesn’t understand that his actions affect others. Others who care about him. Well good job Harry, you have just killed the last person that loves you more that anything.” Lupin had stood up from the bed, slowly coming towards Harry. He sees the old book in Lupin’s hand, called ‘The Adventures of Tom Sawyer’. Then, Lupin, in a mock thoughtful tone, says, “What, this is number three now isn’t is?”
And Harry keeps quite. Understanding that Lupin is right. Then Harry turns and walks to his room. And when he falls asleep, he wishes that he wouldn’t wake up again.