Lonely
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,119
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I own neither the characters, settings nor plots of either the world of Harry Potter. I make no money from this sordid story.
Lonely
Lonely
A shabbily-clad Remus Lupin perched on the outcropping of rocks over the Black Lake, staring morosely across to the opposite shore. He sat perfectly still, listening to the sounds of the forest. A wolf howled. He jumped, staring off in the direction of the sound. When no answering cry came, he sighed in relief. His shoulders sagged and the solitary boy dropped his gaze to his own reflection in the ebony glass of the water’s surface. There, he saw: his own sandy brown hair, a bit long, shaggy and in need of a trim; his own brown eyes staring back at him; and the tiny beginnings of worry lines creasing their corners. He parted his lips to stare at his blunted, white teeth in their perfect rows – teeth that all too soon would lengthen, sharpen and become lethal. Gritting them together, he bared them at himself, snarling. Sighing yet again, he wrinkled his nose, seeing where the blunt snout would soon appear. He noticed that he already needed to shave, again.
“Damn, I just shaved before dinner too,” he muttered at his sad fourth-year reflection. “Maybe I should just grow a moustache and beard.” He pulled his hair over his face as much as he could, trying to hide the beast that lurked just below the surface -- the beast only he could see – for the moment.
The brisk autumn breeze ruffled his hair and stirred ripples across the surface of the water, forcing the image of the waxing gibbous moon to shimmer in the small waves. He propped his elbow on his knee, holding his stubble-covered chin as the moon itself reflected in his eyes. The tattered edge of his school robes dipped into the gently lapping water. Grim-faced and tight-lipped, he picked up yet another flat pebble, stood precariously on the rocks, then skipped it across the surface, shattering the image of that taunting moon as much as the next phase of the moon would shatter him.
He sighed once more, sinking back to his perch on the rock, as the image of the moon reformed and shimmered, undisturbed, back at him, unwavering and eternal. He could never escape.
A/N: Thanks to Scaranda for the proofread. This drabble was written for Leochi's Portrait prompts. Please take the time to peek at the portrait this talented artist created of Remus here:
http://community.livejournal.com/leochi_art/9158.html?view=110790#t110790
A shabbily-clad Remus Lupin perched on the outcropping of rocks over the Black Lake, staring morosely across to the opposite shore. He sat perfectly still, listening to the sounds of the forest. A wolf howled. He jumped, staring off in the direction of the sound. When no answering cry came, he sighed in relief. His shoulders sagged and the solitary boy dropped his gaze to his own reflection in the ebony glass of the water’s surface. There, he saw: his own sandy brown hair, a bit long, shaggy and in need of a trim; his own brown eyes staring back at him; and the tiny beginnings of worry lines creasing their corners. He parted his lips to stare at his blunted, white teeth in their perfect rows – teeth that all too soon would lengthen, sharpen and become lethal. Gritting them together, he bared them at himself, snarling. Sighing yet again, he wrinkled his nose, seeing where the blunt snout would soon appear. He noticed that he already needed to shave, again.
“Damn, I just shaved before dinner too,” he muttered at his sad fourth-year reflection. “Maybe I should just grow a moustache and beard.” He pulled his hair over his face as much as he could, trying to hide the beast that lurked just below the surface -- the beast only he could see – for the moment.
The brisk autumn breeze ruffled his hair and stirred ripples across the surface of the water, forcing the image of the waxing gibbous moon to shimmer in the small waves. He propped his elbow on his knee, holding his stubble-covered chin as the moon itself reflected in his eyes. The tattered edge of his school robes dipped into the gently lapping water. Grim-faced and tight-lipped, he picked up yet another flat pebble, stood precariously on the rocks, then skipped it across the surface, shattering the image of that taunting moon as much as the next phase of the moon would shatter him.
He sighed once more, sinking back to his perch on the rock, as the image of the moon reformed and shimmered, undisturbed, back at him, unwavering and eternal. He could never escape.
A/N: Thanks to Scaranda for the proofread. This drabble was written for Leochi's Portrait prompts. Please take the time to peek at the portrait this talented artist created of Remus here:
http://community.livejournal.com/leochi_art/9158.html?view=110790#t110790