HP: Memories 11/12
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wildernesstalesRating: G
Summary: The end of an era. (I know, but it’s nearly over, you won’t have to put up with the awful summaries much longer.)
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?
Feedback makes friends.
Italics are diary entries.
He’s gone…
Remus stared down at the words he’d written that night. Somehow, now, they seemed inadequate, but it was all he’d been able to write then. He hadn’t had the strength to write anymore.
The sense of loss overwhelmed him again and the diary fell out of his trembling hands. It dropped to the floor, but he didn’t notice. All he could see was Sirius falling. He could hear Harry screaming Sirius’ name. Then Sirius was gone.
He had stared at the veil for what seemed like an age before Harry rushed past him howling. Instinctively he’d grabbed Harry around the waist.
“There’s nothing you can do Harry – it’s too late.”
“There’s nothing you can do, Harry… nothing… he’s gone.”
As he relived the memory, Remus swore he could feel his heart breaking again.
“He can’t come back Harry.” He’d said, his voice breaking.
He remembered lifting the spell on Neville. He felt worse than he did after full moon. He turned his back on the archway.
“Let’s – let’s find the others. Where are they all Neville?” He had to get out of this room. He had to get away from the archway. It hurt still being here. Remus sank to the floor as Harry pulled away from him and ran out after Bellatrix Lestrange.
He couldn’t remember much of what had happened after that. It was like his mind went on vacation, leaving his body alone to come. All he could feel was numbing grief.
~*~*~
“Lupin! You in there? It’s almost time.” Remus looked up as he heard Moody call through the door, quickly wiping his eyes.
“I… I’m here.” He called back softly, getting to his feet. He ran his hands through his hair before opening the door, hoping perhaps to give the impression he’d been sleeping.
“There you are Lupin.” Moody said gruffly, looking him up and down. “Let’s go meet Harry.” He clapped his hand to Remus’ shoulder and pushed him along in front of him.
Remus sighed. They’d all been taking it in turns to keep him company, as though afraid of what he might do were he left alone too long.
“Oh, you don’t half look pale, Remus.” Tonks exclaimed as he walked out to meet them. He gave a wan smile.
“Full moon soon.” He muttered; glad for the first time in his life he had that excuse. At least it would stop them asking more questions.
“All right.” She smiled brightly. “Well, let’s be off then, right Mad-Eye?” Remus heard Moody grunt from behind him and sighed again.
~*~*~
They waited anxiously on the platform for Harry to appear through the barrier. Remus was wishing he was anywhere but here when Tonks nudged him.
“There he is.”
“What are you all doing here?” Harry asked.
“Well, we though we should have a little chat with your aunt and uncle.” Remus explained. He fell silent, letting the others do most of the talking; stepping in to assure the Dursley’s that they would hear about Harry suffering.
“Take care Harry. Keep in touch.” He said quietly, watching as Harry left the platform.
“Come on Remus, let’s go home.” Tonks pulled at his coat to get his attention. He dragged his eyes away from Harry, the last living reminder of all that he had lost and sighed.
“Home?”
He wasn’t sure where home was anymore. It was wherever Sirius was. That was how it had always been.
But there was no more Sirius.
~*~*~
Remus curled up on the floor next to his diary, exhausted. He didn’t have the strength to do anything. He just watched as the breeze from the open window made the pages of the diary flutter and wept.
Summary: The end of an era. (I know, but it’s nearly over, you won’t have to put up with the awful summaries much longer.)
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?
Feedback makes friends.
Italics are diary entries.
He’s gone…
Remus stared down at the words he’d written that night. Somehow, now, they seemed inadequate, but it was all he’d been able to write then. He hadn’t had the strength to write anymore.
The sense of loss overwhelmed him again and the diary fell out of his trembling hands. It dropped to the floor, but he didn’t notice. All he could see was Sirius falling. He could hear Harry screaming Sirius’ name. Then Sirius was gone.
He had stared at the veil for what seemed like an age before Harry rushed past him howling. Instinctively he’d grabbed Harry around the waist.
“There’s nothing you can do Harry – it’s too late.”
“There’s nothing you can do, Harry… nothing… he’s gone.”
As he relived the memory, Remus swore he could feel his heart breaking again.
“He can’t come back Harry.” He’d said, his voice breaking.
He remembered lifting the spell on Neville. He felt worse than he did after full moon. He turned his back on the archway.
“Let’s – let’s find the others. Where are they all Neville?” He had to get out of this room. He had to get away from the archway. It hurt still being here. Remus sank to the floor as Harry pulled away from him and ran out after Bellatrix Lestrange.
He couldn’t remember much of what had happened after that. It was like his mind went on vacation, leaving his body alone to come. All he could feel was numbing grief.
“Lupin! You in there? It’s almost time.” Remus looked up as he heard Moody call through the door, quickly wiping his eyes.
“I… I’m here.” He called back softly, getting to his feet. He ran his hands through his hair before opening the door, hoping perhaps to give the impression he’d been sleeping.
“There you are Lupin.” Moody said gruffly, looking him up and down. “Let’s go meet Harry.” He clapped his hand to Remus’ shoulder and pushed him along in front of him.
Remus sighed. They’d all been taking it in turns to keep him company, as though afraid of what he might do were he left alone too long.
“Oh, you don’t half look pale, Remus.” Tonks exclaimed as he walked out to meet them. He gave a wan smile.
“Full moon soon.” He muttered; glad for the first time in his life he had that excuse. At least it would stop them asking more questions.
“All right.” She smiled brightly. “Well, let’s be off then, right Mad-Eye?” Remus heard Moody grunt from behind him and sighed again.
They waited anxiously on the platform for Harry to appear through the barrier. Remus was wishing he was anywhere but here when Tonks nudged him.
“There he is.”
“What are you all doing here?” Harry asked.
“Well, we though we should have a little chat with your aunt and uncle.” Remus explained. He fell silent, letting the others do most of the talking; stepping in to assure the Dursley’s that they would hear about Harry suffering.
“Take care Harry. Keep in touch.” He said quietly, watching as Harry left the platform.
“Come on Remus, let’s go home.” Tonks pulled at his coat to get his attention. He dragged his eyes away from Harry, the last living reminder of all that he had lost and sighed.
“Home?”
He wasn’t sure where home was anymore. It was wherever Sirius was. That was how it had always been.
But there was no more Sirius.
Remus curled up on the floor next to his diary, exhausted. He didn’t have the strength to do anything. He just watched as the breeze from the open window made the pages of the diary flutter and wept.
