Four Seasons in One Day
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,545
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Four Seasons in One Day
[Disclaimer] Characters belong to JK Rowling. No money is being made from this story. Lyrics by Crowded House.
\"Smiling as the shit comes down
You can tell a man from what he has to say
Everything gets turned around
And I will risk my neck again
You can take me where you will
Up the creek and through the mill
Like all the things you can\'t explain
Four seasons in one day\"
He couldn’t breathe. Harry Potter had been unable to cry, to properly grieve for Sirius Black and now he couldn’t breathe.
Standing inside of 12 Grimmauld place, many faithful wizards stood before the small crowd gathered in the parlor, in front of the very Noble House of Black tapestry in which Sirius’s name had indecorously been removed. One by one the eulogized, spoke highly of and expressed bitter regrets for the passing of Sirius black.
Harry slouched at the back of the room, looking at all of those who could speak, could cry, could let it out. He had no tears to offer. He had nothing; nothing but this cold emptiness and this feeling of dread.
Part of him felt he hadn’t a right to mourn Sirius. The first year he’d even known of the man he’d thought him the enemy of his family; that he was the traitor who had his parents killed. But it was not the truth. The truth was that Sirius Black wanted Harry. Wanted to treat him as a son, to allow him to live with him. Oh what a brilliant life it would have been to live with someone who didn’t hate you. And perhaps Sirius wouldn’t have been so alone, so cooped up in his-- in this place.
There had been one thing, one place the man had run from and they were all standing in it. And the last months of his life had been spent here. Alastor Moody stood up before the group and began to talk of the vigilance of Sirius Black. Harry’s eyes panned over the crowd. Molly and Arthur Weasley were huddled together waiting to speak and then his eyes fixed on the cold obsidian depths of Severus Snape’s eyes. Though Harry couldn’t cry, at least he wasn’t smiling. And that’s what Snape was doing. Grinning. Smiling at Harry. Triumphantly.
Although at least Snape had a right to his emotions; he’d actually known Sirius. Harry didn’t know how to feel. His interactions had been brief but the warmest he’d known. Despite how hotheaded and impudent Sirius had always been, Harry knew that underneath his extreme behavior that Sirius loved him. Sirius would have taken care of him. Sirius would’ve been making goofy faces at him to keep him from getting too melancholy. Sirius would have pranced and barked like a dog and tugged his shirt to beckon him to leave this maudlin exercise.
Come play with me.
Turning away from Snape in disgust, Harry looked to the door and noticed it was still partially open. For a faint and mad moment Harry wondered-- was Sirius summoning him to play? The light around the door was filtered and the floor was splattered with rainwater that was starting to pelt in en force. Harry walked unsteadily towards the door and felt the chilly humid air drifting towards him, sending shivers over his body. He’d thought it woke up rather spring-like, and then it had gotten rather hot by the afternoon. But now that dusk was approaching the temperature had dropped away.
\"Even when you\'re feeling warm
The temperature could drop away
Like four seasons in one day\"
Slipping past the doorframe, Harry peered ond snd saw the crumpled figure of Remus at the bottom of the steps. He was on his knees and wailing. Harry looked up into the sky. Even the weather seemed to mock his inability to just let go. To cry. To let his emotions out.
\"Sirius...\" he heard the older man wail.
It broke Harry’s heart.
But still Harry could not cry.
\"Sirius...\" he heard muffled through Remus’s hands.
Harry allowed the water to collected on his glasses in small spots that would collect and then drain in rivulets down his spectacles onto his face. Remus. Remus had lost the most. In comparison, Harry had lost nothing. Not a mate for life. Not someone he’d wrongly assumed had murdered his friends. Harry was not the one who lost 13 years of his life with someone over a friend’s betrayal. They were reunited only to have it snatched away two years later. Remus had a right to tears. Harry realized he wasn’t sure he did.
The youth stepped down to where Remus was on his knees and he called to him. \"Remus,\" Harry tried softly. Swallowing, Harry reached out his tanned and calloused hand and plait git gently on Remus’s mended shirt. \"Remus,\" he tried again, slightly louder this time.
H fel felt almost stricken with the look of anguish on Remus’s visage and the fresh trails of blood bubbling up out of the older man’s cheeks from his dragging his nails down his features. The gore was washing off of the werewolf’s face, staining his shirt and pinkening in its dilution till it finally hit the ground in by the muted splotches of mixed fluids. He found his tongue thick and mouth devoid of words. He stared at the scarred face worriedly, his brows furrowing in sympathy.
\"Sirius...\" But Harry knew.
Still he could not cry. He could not breathe. He could not speak.
After slowly pulling himself back up to standing, Remus’s body melted against Harry’s. Given a moment of recognition of the man’s need and of Harry’s need for affection, he awkwardly wrapped his arms against Remus. Feeling Remus’s hot tears sliding down his neck, there was little choice but to give in to the embrace and allow the wracking sobs to carry Harry’s body as it would. And it was with those deep choking spasms that finally, Harry found release. Pressing in against the other man the sobs came. He understood. Though he only knew him a fraction of the time that Remus had, he’d found comfort in Sirius. There had been a solace there. And though he hadn’t had it for long, there was comfort. And now there was pain.
The sun had set and now it was growing dark around them but for the tiny ice crystals starting to form and fall lazily in spirals to catch in Remus’s streaked graying hair and settling on Harry’s unruly mop. Harry was only aware of this by his own shivering and the strange feeling of his tears crystallizing onto his face. With another shiver, Harry stepped back and cooed to the grieving lover, \"Come on, Remus.\"
Getting little response, Harry slipped his arm around the frail waist of his father’s old crony and started to nudge him towards the steps. \"Come on,\" he said as he felt the older man start to move. Harry looked one last time at the street lamps and the swirling flurries of snow shadowing the light and cascading softly to the patchily covered ground. \"Come on, Remus. Come inside to the warmth,\" he said as the snowstorm began to deepen its fury. Coaxing Remus in first, Harry turned and slowly closed the magical door of number 12 Grimmauld Place.
\"It doesn\'t pay to make predictions
epineping on an unmade bed
Finding out wherever there is comfort
There is pain
Only one step away
Like four seasons in one day
Blood dries up
Like rain, like rain
Fills my cup
Like four seasons in one day\"
~~~
Written in answer to \"Together Alone\"
\"Smiling as the shit comes down
You can tell a man from what he has to say
Everything gets turned around
And I will risk my neck again
You can take me where you will
Up the creek and through the mill
Like all the things you can\'t explain
Four seasons in one day\"
He couldn’t breathe. Harry Potter had been unable to cry, to properly grieve for Sirius Black and now he couldn’t breathe.
Standing inside of 12 Grimmauld place, many faithful wizards stood before the small crowd gathered in the parlor, in front of the very Noble House of Black tapestry in which Sirius’s name had indecorously been removed. One by one the eulogized, spoke highly of and expressed bitter regrets for the passing of Sirius black.
Harry slouched at the back of the room, looking at all of those who could speak, could cry, could let it out. He had no tears to offer. He had nothing; nothing but this cold emptiness and this feeling of dread.
Part of him felt he hadn’t a right to mourn Sirius. The first year he’d even known of the man he’d thought him the enemy of his family; that he was the traitor who had his parents killed. But it was not the truth. The truth was that Sirius Black wanted Harry. Wanted to treat him as a son, to allow him to live with him. Oh what a brilliant life it would have been to live with someone who didn’t hate you. And perhaps Sirius wouldn’t have been so alone, so cooped up in his-- in this place.
There had been one thing, one place the man had run from and they were all standing in it. And the last months of his life had been spent here. Alastor Moody stood up before the group and began to talk of the vigilance of Sirius Black. Harry’s eyes panned over the crowd. Molly and Arthur Weasley were huddled together waiting to speak and then his eyes fixed on the cold obsidian depths of Severus Snape’s eyes. Though Harry couldn’t cry, at least he wasn’t smiling. And that’s what Snape was doing. Grinning. Smiling at Harry. Triumphantly.
Although at least Snape had a right to his emotions; he’d actually known Sirius. Harry didn’t know how to feel. His interactions had been brief but the warmest he’d known. Despite how hotheaded and impudent Sirius had always been, Harry knew that underneath his extreme behavior that Sirius loved him. Sirius would have taken care of him. Sirius would’ve been making goofy faces at him to keep him from getting too melancholy. Sirius would have pranced and barked like a dog and tugged his shirt to beckon him to leave this maudlin exercise.
Come play with me.
Turning away from Snape in disgust, Harry looked to the door and noticed it was still partially open. For a faint and mad moment Harry wondered-- was Sirius summoning him to play? The light around the door was filtered and the floor was splattered with rainwater that was starting to pelt in en force. Harry walked unsteadily towards the door and felt the chilly humid air drifting towards him, sending shivers over his body. He’d thought it woke up rather spring-like, and then it had gotten rather hot by the afternoon. But now that dusk was approaching the temperature had dropped away.
\"Even when you\'re feeling warm
The temperature could drop away
Like four seasons in one day\"
Slipping past the doorframe, Harry peered ond snd saw the crumpled figure of Remus at the bottom of the steps. He was on his knees and wailing. Harry looked up into the sky. Even the weather seemed to mock his inability to just let go. To cry. To let his emotions out.
\"Sirius...\" he heard the older man wail.
It broke Harry’s heart.
But still Harry could not cry.
\"Sirius...\" he heard muffled through Remus’s hands.
Harry allowed the water to collected on his glasses in small spots that would collect and then drain in rivulets down his spectacles onto his face. Remus. Remus had lost the most. In comparison, Harry had lost nothing. Not a mate for life. Not someone he’d wrongly assumed had murdered his friends. Harry was not the one who lost 13 years of his life with someone over a friend’s betrayal. They were reunited only to have it snatched away two years later. Remus had a right to tears. Harry realized he wasn’t sure he did.
The youth stepped down to where Remus was on his knees and he called to him. \"Remus,\" Harry tried softly. Swallowing, Harry reached out his tanned and calloused hand and plait git gently on Remus’s mended shirt. \"Remus,\" he tried again, slightly louder this time.
H fel felt almost stricken with the look of anguish on Remus’s visage and the fresh trails of blood bubbling up out of the older man’s cheeks from his dragging his nails down his features. The gore was washing off of the werewolf’s face, staining his shirt and pinkening in its dilution till it finally hit the ground in by the muted splotches of mixed fluids. He found his tongue thick and mouth devoid of words. He stared at the scarred face worriedly, his brows furrowing in sympathy.
\"Sirius...\" But Harry knew.
Still he could not cry. He could not breathe. He could not speak.
After slowly pulling himself back up to standing, Remus’s body melted against Harry’s. Given a moment of recognition of the man’s need and of Harry’s need for affection, he awkwardly wrapped his arms against Remus. Feeling Remus’s hot tears sliding down his neck, there was little choice but to give in to the embrace and allow the wracking sobs to carry Harry’s body as it would. And it was with those deep choking spasms that finally, Harry found release. Pressing in against the other man the sobs came. He understood. Though he only knew him a fraction of the time that Remus had, he’d found comfort in Sirius. There had been a solace there. And though he hadn’t had it for long, there was comfort. And now there was pain.
The sun had set and now it was growing dark around them but for the tiny ice crystals starting to form and fall lazily in spirals to catch in Remus’s streaked graying hair and settling on Harry’s unruly mop. Harry was only aware of this by his own shivering and the strange feeling of his tears crystallizing onto his face. With another shiver, Harry stepped back and cooed to the grieving lover, \"Come on, Remus.\"
Getting little response, Harry slipped his arm around the frail waist of his father’s old crony and started to nudge him towards the steps. \"Come on,\" he said as he felt the older man start to move. Harry looked one last time at the street lamps and the swirling flurries of snow shadowing the light and cascading softly to the patchily covered ground. \"Come on, Remus. Come inside to the warmth,\" he said as the snowstorm began to deepen its fury. Coaxing Remus in first, Harry turned and slowly closed the magical door of number 12 Grimmauld Place.
\"It doesn\'t pay to make predictions
epineping on an unmade bed
Finding out wherever there is comfort
There is pain
Only one step away
Like four seasons in one day
Blood dries up
Like rain, like rain
Fills my cup
Like four seasons in one day\"
~~~
Written in answer to \"Together Alone\"