HP: Memories 10/12
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wildernesstalesRating: G
Summary: I just fancied a chat… (I know I know… *cringes*)
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: Some of the lines in this chapter are taken almost directly from the book, so I thank JK for her wonderful words. Why bother trying to find words of my own, when hers tell the story just as well?
I couldn’t resist this one… the image of this one is far too cute and I just had to try and work it in to my story. Also thanks to Estelle for persuading me to try it!
For those in the know, the scene is from OotP, where Harry calls in for a chat with Sirius about his father.
Feedback makes friends.
Italics are diary entries.
Harry poked his head in this afternoon. Literally.
Remus jumped as Sirius’ name was called. He looked around wildly before focussing on the fireplace.
“Harry?” he asked, shocked. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I... I just fancied a chat with Sirius.” Harry said.
“I’ll call him. He’s upstairs…” Remus trailed off and got to his feet. Hurrying out of the kitchen, he raced upstairs and into their bedroom, stopping short at the sigh of Sirius. He was lying, dozing on the bed, naked. Unsurprisingly considering what they’d just spent the last few hours doing. ‘Nothing like taking advantage of an empty house.’ Sirius had said.
Sirius opened one eye and smiled at Remus.
“Back for more?” Remus laughed nervously.
“You know I have to leave tonight. It’s Harry.” Sirius sat bolt upright.
“What’s wrong? Is he okay?”
“He’s fine. He just wants a chat. He’s in the fire now.” He turned and dashed downstairs, Sirius grabbing a robe and hurrying after him.
~*~
Harry talked about one of Snapes’ memories. Well, a memory of us when we were at school. It wasn’t a good memory. Sirius and James were teasing Severus, just after our OWL on Defence Against the Dark Arts.
It made Sirius smile though.
~*~
“I’d forgotten he used to do that.” Sirius spoke suddenly, breaking the companionable silence that had settled. Remus raised his head from Sirius’ shoulder.
“Do what?” he asked sleepily.
“The hair thing.”
“You both used to do it. I remember the way your hair always used to fall in your eyes.”
“Bloody irritating, that’s what it was.” Sirius said with a smile.
“I thought it was rather attractive.” Remus admitted, rolling on to his back.
“You have to leave.” Sirius stated flatly.
“Soon.” Remus conceded. “But this won’t take long. I’ll be back before you know it.” He added, sitting up. They both stared at each other for long moments, recalling the last time those words had been spoken. Sirius sat up slowly.
“You’d best go Moony.” Remus nodded, not quite knowing what to think. He dressed quickly and kissed Sirius before he left the room.
“I will be back Sirius.” Sirius just nodded and watched him leave, his expression unreadable.
I hate leaving him alone in the house. I wish there were ways I could do what Dumbledore asks without leaving the house.
Without leaving Sirius.
~*~
Remus staggered in early the next morning, yawning.
“Morning Moony.” Sirius was sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a bottle of Butterbeer. “You look like hell.” He observed.
“So do you.” Remus shot back, sinking into a chair.
“I haven’t slept all night.” Sirius shrugged.
“Bed?”
“Bed.”
As much as I hate leaving him, I love coming back to him.
~*~*~
Remus yawned. They hadn’t gotten much sleep that morning. Sure, they’d gone to bed, but their bodies had had other ideas.
Remus laughed. He remembered the other Order members coming for a meeting and commenting on how tired they both looked.
He may not have Sirius anymore, but he had the memories they made together.
Summary: I just fancied a chat… (I know I know… *cringes*)
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: Some of the lines in this chapter are taken almost directly from the book, so I thank JK for her wonderful words. Why bother trying to find words of my own, when hers tell the story just as well?
I couldn’t resist this one… the image of this one is far too cute and I just had to try and work it in to my story. Also thanks to Estelle for persuading me to try it!
For those in the know, the scene is from OotP, where Harry calls in for a chat with Sirius about his father.
Feedback makes friends.
Italics are diary entries.
Harry poked his head in this afternoon. Literally.
Remus jumped as Sirius’ name was called. He looked around wildly before focussing on the fireplace.
“Harry?” he asked, shocked. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I... I just fancied a chat with Sirius.” Harry said.
“I’ll call him. He’s upstairs…” Remus trailed off and got to his feet. Hurrying out of the kitchen, he raced upstairs and into their bedroom, stopping short at the sigh of Sirius. He was lying, dozing on the bed, naked. Unsurprisingly considering what they’d just spent the last few hours doing. ‘Nothing like taking advantage of an empty house.’ Sirius had said.
Sirius opened one eye and smiled at Remus.
“Back for more?” Remus laughed nervously.
“You know I have to leave tonight. It’s Harry.” Sirius sat bolt upright.
“What’s wrong? Is he okay?”
“He’s fine. He just wants a chat. He’s in the fire now.” He turned and dashed downstairs, Sirius grabbing a robe and hurrying after him.
Harry talked about one of Snapes’ memories. Well, a memory of us when we were at school. It wasn’t a good memory. Sirius and James were teasing Severus, just after our OWL on Defence Against the Dark Arts.
It made Sirius smile though.
“I’d forgotten he used to do that.” Sirius spoke suddenly, breaking the companionable silence that had settled. Remus raised his head from Sirius’ shoulder.
“Do what?” he asked sleepily.
“The hair thing.”
“You both used to do it. I remember the way your hair always used to fall in your eyes.”
“Bloody irritating, that’s what it was.” Sirius said with a smile.
“I thought it was rather attractive.” Remus admitted, rolling on to his back.
“You have to leave.” Sirius stated flatly.
“Soon.” Remus conceded. “But this won’t take long. I’ll be back before you know it.” He added, sitting up. They both stared at each other for long moments, recalling the last time those words had been spoken. Sirius sat up slowly.
“You’d best go Moony.” Remus nodded, not quite knowing what to think. He dressed quickly and kissed Sirius before he left the room.
“I will be back Sirius.” Sirius just nodded and watched him leave, his expression unreadable.
I hate leaving him alone in the house. I wish there were ways I could do what Dumbledore asks without leaving the house.
Without leaving Sirius.
Remus staggered in early the next morning, yawning.
“Morning Moony.” Sirius was sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a bottle of Butterbeer. “You look like hell.” He observed.
“So do you.” Remus shot back, sinking into a chair.
“I haven’t slept all night.” Sirius shrugged.
“Bed?”
“Bed.”
As much as I hate leaving him, I love coming back to him.
Remus yawned. They hadn’t gotten much sleep that morning. Sure, they’d gone to bed, but their bodies had had other ideas.
Remus laughed. He remembered the other Order members coming for a meeting and commenting on how tired they both looked.
He may not have Sirius anymore, but he had the memories they made together.
