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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Remus/Sirius
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A/N: Right, no title. Was written for my lovely Melly. I don't know much about the characters, they're not my favorite pairing, so sorry if it's all OOC.
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He remembered it was raining, and the only reason he could remember that, was because he had been writing names in the fogged glass of the attic windows. Careful, sure lines, until one name blended with another and eventually he had to stop and focus on the outside, beyond the glass. He remembered watching the Fall-dead trees across the road sway, and thinking how the branches moved like the leviosa swish.
And he had smiled, because his thoughts had then retreated back once more to Hogwarts. To secret meetings and study sessions. Fingers on skin and the gentle guiding of wrists to specific actions.
It was raining again, but times had changed. The world was changed, and had shifted his feet to a new direction. He felt it growing smaller, as he looked up at that old attic window, tucking his hands in his pockets, ignoring the rain striking his thin shirt and matted hair. He smiled, a soft curve of the corner of his lips, and bowed his head, turning and letting his feet slip in the mud as he walked away.
That place, with all its anger and secrets was not the place he wanted to see. Times were changing. Blood sang to Blood and the world was collapsing in. At least there were a few sure things in life, but none of that was here, in the rain.
So he let those memories be.
*********
It was dark and cold and he was positive he’d never be able to move his index finger of his left hand again. Of course, he was being over dramatic, but that had never stopped him before.
He’d stumbled into the dormitories long passed curfew, a little wet, and overly enthralled with the secrets of life. Of course, his house mates had been less than enthralled when he’d stumbled in, giggling like a madman to himself, but most only voiced a grumble and rolled over. He shouldn’t have been surprised to see Remus sitting on the edge of his bed, arms folded, lips pressed into a tight line.
“Have fun?” His voice was soft across the room.
“You should have come, Moony.” Sirius pushed his shoes off and threw himself at his bed, “It was brilliant.”
“And you didn’t get caught?” Remus shifted, giving the other space, “Bloody hell, Sirius. One day you’re going to push your luck too far.”
He could see Sirius’s white teeth flash in the dark, “I pray you’re there that day to get in trouble right along with me.” He shrugged his shirt off and threw it at the foot of the bed, before clamoring best he could under his covers, “Now honestly, Mr. Lupin.” He paused just to watch an annoyed look cross the werewolf’s face, “It’s a bit late, shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“You’re going to catch a cold if you don’t dry off.”
“More time out of class for me then.”
Remus rolled his eyes, and looked away.
“Don’t think too much, Moony, you’ll give yourself a headache.”
The teen turned his head to look at his best friend, eyes glowing softly in the dim light.
“Good night, Moony.”
He threaded his fingers through hair, then rose and moved back to his own bed, “Night, Padfoot.”
*********
Owls came, but rarely, and hardly ever from the one person he wanted nothing more than to hear from. It was bold of him, but he sent several replies, and several letters that went unanswered. Then several more, just for good measure. He hadn’t meant to send his last letter.
But there was still no reply, so either his best friend hadn’t gotten it, or had disregarded it as a joke.
Either way, the silence was louder than words.
*********
Fingers threaded in his hair, familiar and foreign all at the same time. Like something he’d experienced in a dream, a long, long time ago. But it was enough to wake him.
Sunlight streamed through the huge stained windows, and caught the dust in the air in shafts of light. For a moment, he looked around, trying to figure out what had woken him. The other beds were empty, so it must have been a bit later than it should have been.
“Awake yet? You sleep like the dead.”
He tilted his head, and found Remus leaning against the nearest windowsill, fingers pressed lightly into the stone wall. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, “Never do anything half way.”
“Right.” But Remus looked nervous and didn’t meet his eyes.
He watched his best friend and contemplated, before he smiled to himself and flung his blankets off, “Come on, Moony! You let me waste away the morning!”
“It’s not that late...”
“Too bad, you’ve already sold your soul to me. Time to go get us into trouble!”
Remus sighed and rubbed his forehead, “How about you save the trouble for after a shower? I can smell you from here.”
“Right-o!”
*********
The shower made him think of rain. Made him think of names on glass and words on lips. Voices he couldn’t hear and wanted so desperately to. Screams from down dark halls and sharp pains in his mind.
Memories he wanted and memories he didn’t.
Like his soul being slowly drained with a Kiss.
*********
In the shadows, he always heard them moving, always waited for that day when they would come and rip his soul apart. Because there wasn’t much hope in these dark cells, he spent his long hours of wasting away picking at his chains and pulling at his collar.
He spent his even longer hours, when he was desperate, talking. It didn’t have to make sense. No one heard him anyway, but he’d have long conversations with people he was sure he’d never see again. Familiar eyes, familiar words, someone calling his name.
Words meant so much, especially when you couldn’t say them anymore.
*********
He met him in the greenhouse of the Manor, stared across ages and flowers at the memory of his life before the Prison, a soft smile and warm eyes. James should have been there too, but that thought struck him painfully so he pushed it aside and shoved the thought of James deep down where it couldn’t bother him.
Moony smiled at him and ran his fingers through the leaves of a plant.
It made Sirius want to cry.
“It’s been a while.” Remus’s voice was just as soft as he remembered, in all the right places.
“Saving the wizarding world takes a lot out of you.” He gave a cocky smirk, “And that whole fugitive thing is still hanging over my head.”
“The Ministry is—”
“Shove off, Moony, we all know what the Ministry is doing. Hiding. Just like it should.” He circled plants, bringing himself closer to Remus, “They are not the ones who will be the heroes.”
“Why did you ask to meet here?” Sirius could feel those eyes burning into his figure.
“Because it’s safe.”
“The Greenhouse?”
“The Manor.”
He closed his eyes as he felt fingers in his hair again, “Why the greenhouse?”
He turned out of the touch, and shrugged, “Because it was quiet.”
“And you have always been associated with quiet.”
He gave him a smirk so similar to his childhood days, “Things don’t change, do they?”
Remus watched him for a long moment, and Sirius was glad when the other was called away. He let his smirk fade, and looked down at the plants before him. He knew why he had called Remus here. Dark things were stirring, leaving the future unpredictable. This was the closest he would get to saying his farewells, if anything should happen.
Because at the end of the world, there would be green.
Fin.
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He remembered it was raining, and the only reason he could remember that, was because he had been writing names in the fogged glass of the attic windows. Careful, sure lines, until one name blended with another and eventually he had to stop and focus on the outside, beyond the glass. He remembered watching the Fall-dead trees across the road sway, and thinking how the branches moved like the leviosa swish.
And he had smiled, because his thoughts had then retreated back once more to Hogwarts. To secret meetings and study sessions. Fingers on skin and the gentle guiding of wrists to specific actions.
It was raining again, but times had changed. The world was changed, and had shifted his feet to a new direction. He felt it growing smaller, as he looked up at that old attic window, tucking his hands in his pockets, ignoring the rain striking his thin shirt and matted hair. He smiled, a soft curve of the corner of his lips, and bowed his head, turning and letting his feet slip in the mud as he walked away.
That place, with all its anger and secrets was not the place he wanted to see. Times were changing. Blood sang to Blood and the world was collapsing in. At least there were a few sure things in life, but none of that was here, in the rain.
So he let those memories be.
*********
It was dark and cold and he was positive he’d never be able to move his index finger of his left hand again. Of course, he was being over dramatic, but that had never stopped him before.
He’d stumbled into the dormitories long passed curfew, a little wet, and overly enthralled with the secrets of life. Of course, his house mates had been less than enthralled when he’d stumbled in, giggling like a madman to himself, but most only voiced a grumble and rolled over. He shouldn’t have been surprised to see Remus sitting on the edge of his bed, arms folded, lips pressed into a tight line.
“Have fun?” His voice was soft across the room.
“You should have come, Moony.” Sirius pushed his shoes off and threw himself at his bed, “It was brilliant.”
“And you didn’t get caught?” Remus shifted, giving the other space, “Bloody hell, Sirius. One day you’re going to push your luck too far.”
He could see Sirius’s white teeth flash in the dark, “I pray you’re there that day to get in trouble right along with me.” He shrugged his shirt off and threw it at the foot of the bed, before clamoring best he could under his covers, “Now honestly, Mr. Lupin.” He paused just to watch an annoyed look cross the werewolf’s face, “It’s a bit late, shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“You’re going to catch a cold if you don’t dry off.”
“More time out of class for me then.”
Remus rolled his eyes, and looked away.
“Don’t think too much, Moony, you’ll give yourself a headache.”
The teen turned his head to look at his best friend, eyes glowing softly in the dim light.
“Good night, Moony.”
He threaded his fingers through hair, then rose and moved back to his own bed, “Night, Padfoot.”
*********
Owls came, but rarely, and hardly ever from the one person he wanted nothing more than to hear from. It was bold of him, but he sent several replies, and several letters that went unanswered. Then several more, just for good measure. He hadn’t meant to send his last letter.
But there was still no reply, so either his best friend hadn’t gotten it, or had disregarded it as a joke.
Either way, the silence was louder than words.
*********
Fingers threaded in his hair, familiar and foreign all at the same time. Like something he’d experienced in a dream, a long, long time ago. But it was enough to wake him.
Sunlight streamed through the huge stained windows, and caught the dust in the air in shafts of light. For a moment, he looked around, trying to figure out what had woken him. The other beds were empty, so it must have been a bit later than it should have been.
“Awake yet? You sleep like the dead.”
He tilted his head, and found Remus leaning against the nearest windowsill, fingers pressed lightly into the stone wall. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, “Never do anything half way.”
“Right.” But Remus looked nervous and didn’t meet his eyes.
He watched his best friend and contemplated, before he smiled to himself and flung his blankets off, “Come on, Moony! You let me waste away the morning!”
“It’s not that late...”
“Too bad, you’ve already sold your soul to me. Time to go get us into trouble!”
Remus sighed and rubbed his forehead, “How about you save the trouble for after a shower? I can smell you from here.”
“Right-o!”
*********
The shower made him think of rain. Made him think of names on glass and words on lips. Voices he couldn’t hear and wanted so desperately to. Screams from down dark halls and sharp pains in his mind.
Memories he wanted and memories he didn’t.
Like his soul being slowly drained with a Kiss.
*********
In the shadows, he always heard them moving, always waited for that day when they would come and rip his soul apart. Because there wasn’t much hope in these dark cells, he spent his long hours of wasting away picking at his chains and pulling at his collar.
He spent his even longer hours, when he was desperate, talking. It didn’t have to make sense. No one heard him anyway, but he’d have long conversations with people he was sure he’d never see again. Familiar eyes, familiar words, someone calling his name.
Words meant so much, especially when you couldn’t say them anymore.
*********
He met him in the greenhouse of the Manor, stared across ages and flowers at the memory of his life before the Prison, a soft smile and warm eyes. James should have been there too, but that thought struck him painfully so he pushed it aside and shoved the thought of James deep down where it couldn’t bother him.
Moony smiled at him and ran his fingers through the leaves of a plant.
It made Sirius want to cry.
“It’s been a while.” Remus’s voice was just as soft as he remembered, in all the right places.
“Saving the wizarding world takes a lot out of you.” He gave a cocky smirk, “And that whole fugitive thing is still hanging over my head.”
“The Ministry is—”
“Shove off, Moony, we all know what the Ministry is doing. Hiding. Just like it should.” He circled plants, bringing himself closer to Remus, “They are not the ones who will be the heroes.”
“Why did you ask to meet here?” Sirius could feel those eyes burning into his figure.
“Because it’s safe.”
“The Greenhouse?”
“The Manor.”
He closed his eyes as he felt fingers in his hair again, “Why the greenhouse?”
He turned out of the touch, and shrugged, “Because it was quiet.”
“And you have always been associated with quiet.”
He gave him a smirk so similar to his childhood days, “Things don’t change, do they?”
Remus watched him for a long moment, and Sirius was glad when the other was called away. He let his smirk fade, and looked down at the plants before him. He knew why he had called Remus here. Dark things were stirring, leaving the future unpredictable. This was the closest he would get to saying his farewells, if anything should happen.
Because at the end of the world, there would be green.
Fin.