HP: Memories 6/12
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wildernesstalesRating: G
Summary: The night death came to town. (Yes, I know… awful isn’t it?)
Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Archive: Please?
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case, the wonderful JK Rowling and all associated parties (including Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, Warner Bros. Inc.)
Authors Note: This one doesn’t quite follow the same ‘theme’ as the others. But no matter how many times I went back to rewrite it, it never had the same effect as the original one. So you’ll just have to put up with it ;)
Feedback makes friends.
Italics are diary entries.
I hate Sirius Black!
I can’t believe he could do that.
I can’t believe that he would betray Lily and James.
Betray us.
Betray me…
Remus was whining and he hated himself for it.
“You can’t leave tonight.”
“I have to Moony. I’m sorry. I need to check on Prongs.” There was a tone of urgency in Sirius’ voice.
“But what about me?” He lay on the bed, watching Sirius get ready to leave.
“I’m sorry Moony. If there was any other way. I hate leaving you like this, believe me.” He knelt down beside the bed and carefully held Remus’ hand, mindful of the bandages.
“I’ll be back before you know it Moony. Love you.” He kissed the tips of Remus’ fingers and left, not looking back.
~*~
Remus woke to the sound of someone knocking frantically at the door. He heaved himself out of bed and limped to the door.
“Sirius?”
“Remus! Where’s Sirius?” Remus leant on the doorframe, holding himself up.
“He’s not here Elphias.” He said tiredly. “Can I help?” he asked, wishing Elphias Doge would just go away and leave him alone. That or turn into Sirius Black.
“It’s James and Lily… Remus… Voldemort… they’re dead Remus.” Remus slumped against the wall.
“NO!” he cried hoarsely.
~*~
The following day was a blur. No one had any news on Sirius. Not since that night. Albus Dumbledore had Harry delivered to his aunt and uncle’s, believing him to be safe there. Rubeus Hagrid had taken him there on Sirius’ motorbike. So Remus knew that he had at least been at Lily and James’.
But where was he now?
Sick with worry, paralysed with fear, aching for revenge and still recovering from injuries sustained in a fight with Death Eaters a few days previously, Remus did all he could to try and find his lover.
But someone else found him first.
Peter found him first. He did what I would have done. Only I would have succeeded.
I would have killed him!
But Peter never was very good at duelling. Sirius blew him and half the street apart.
For what he did, I hope the Dementors perform the Kiss.
~*~*~
Remus put his diary down. He couldn’t bear reading anymore just now.
Tears blurred his vision and he covered his face with his hands and wept.
He may not have Sirius anymore, but he had the memories they made together.
Summary: The night death came to town. (Yes, I know… awful isn’t it?)
Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Archive: Please?
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case, the wonderful JK Rowling and all associated parties (including Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, Warner Bros. Inc.)
Authors Note: This one doesn’t quite follow the same ‘theme’ as the others. But no matter how many times I went back to rewrite it, it never had the same effect as the original one. So you’ll just have to put up with it ;)
Feedback makes friends.
Italics are diary entries.
I hate Sirius Black!
I can’t believe he could do that.
I can’t believe that he would betray Lily and James.
Betray us.
Betray me…
Remus was whining and he hated himself for it.
“You can’t leave tonight.”
“I have to Moony. I’m sorry. I need to check on Prongs.” There was a tone of urgency in Sirius’ voice.
“But what about me?” He lay on the bed, watching Sirius get ready to leave.
“I’m sorry Moony. If there was any other way. I hate leaving you like this, believe me.” He knelt down beside the bed and carefully held Remus’ hand, mindful of the bandages.
“I’ll be back before you know it Moony. Love you.” He kissed the tips of Remus’ fingers and left, not looking back.
Remus woke to the sound of someone knocking frantically at the door. He heaved himself out of bed and limped to the door.
“Sirius?”
“Remus! Where’s Sirius?” Remus leant on the doorframe, holding himself up.
“He’s not here Elphias.” He said tiredly. “Can I help?” he asked, wishing Elphias Doge would just go away and leave him alone. That or turn into Sirius Black.
“It’s James and Lily… Remus… Voldemort… they’re dead Remus.” Remus slumped against the wall.
“NO!” he cried hoarsely.
The following day was a blur. No one had any news on Sirius. Not since that night. Albus Dumbledore had Harry delivered to his aunt and uncle’s, believing him to be safe there. Rubeus Hagrid had taken him there on Sirius’ motorbike. So Remus knew that he had at least been at Lily and James’.
But where was he now?
Sick with worry, paralysed with fear, aching for revenge and still recovering from injuries sustained in a fight with Death Eaters a few days previously, Remus did all he could to try and find his lover.
But someone else found him first.
Peter found him first. He did what I would have done. Only I would have succeeded.
I would have killed him!
But Peter never was very good at duelling. Sirius blew him and half the street apart.
For what he did, I hope the Dementors perform the Kiss.
Remus put his diary down. He couldn’t bear reading anymore just now.
Tears blurred his vision and he covered his face with his hands and wept.
He may not have Sirius anymore, but he had the memories they made together.
