Title: The Lone Werewolf
Warnings: Uh, semi depressing, slash (duh) SPOILERS! You had to have read book 5...
Disclaimer: I don't own Sirius, Remus or any Harry Potter characters, all belong to J.K Rowling and her publishers and stuff.
Summary: Remus is in denial about what happens to Sirius and has a bad wonderful dream :-p My first ever angst type story. It's kinda short ^^*
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, please don’t sue me, I have no money.
Warnings: This is a Sirius Black x Remus Lupin fic, if you haven’t figured out by now that I pair these 2 men together in a romantic relationship by my other 2 fics, then learn to read author notes and warnings! :-p So, if you dislike 2 men being paired together in a romantic way then please, by all means find another fic to read.
Author’s Note: This takes place after the children return from their 5th year at Hogwarts. This is the first type of tragedy/angst kind of story I’ve ever written, so be easy on me please ^.^*
The Lone Werewolf
His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch…Sirius did not reappear.
“Sirius!” Harry yelled, “SIRIUS!” …Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out again… but as he reached the ground and sprinted towards the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back….
“There’s nothing you can do, Harry…nothing…He’s gone.”
Page 806 Chapter 35 Beyond The Veil Harry Potter and the Order of The Phoenix
Remus Lupin blew his nose for about the millionth time that day. He had re-called the memory, AGAIN! Why couldn’t he forget that day? Well, that much is easy. His long-time friend, and lover, Sirius Black was dead. How on earth could that be? Remus was curled up on his bed, surrounded by books and tissue boxes. Remus loved reading, it brought him so much joy, but not even his favorite books could bring him comfort, or help him forget that tragic day in the Ministry of Magic.
“Curse that Fudge.” Remus said bitterly under his breath, as he glared at the most recent edition of the Daily Prophet. Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, was on the front page announcing the return of Lord Voldemort. It was 2 weeks after the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had returned home and Remus was still completely miserable. While being in the company of the Order and the children, Remus had put on his cheery-fake smile just so the kids wouldn’t be upset even though he knew Harry must be suffering equally as hard.
“Sirius may have been Harry’s Godfather, but I was his lover damnit! Is it too hard to ask for me to be selfish about someone I care about once and awhile?” Remus said angrily to nothing in particular. He was in his room at Grimmauld place since he lived alone and Dumbledore wanted to keep an eye on him. Not everyone knew about Remus and Sirius having a romantic relationship. Most did, and some of the ones who knew pretended not to know since it highly disturbed them, like Snape for instance.
Remus grabbed an enormous pillow from behind him and hugged it tightly, tears flowing onto it. He had cried so much his eyes felt extremely itchy and uncomfortable but it didn’t matter, it didn’t ease the pain in his heart, the knot that was there, like something was squeezing it tightly.
“Sirius Black, I wish I never met you.” Remus said while more tears that still were unshed flowed down his already tear-stained face. After he took a few breaths he shook his head, which throbbed from all the crying, and whispered softly “No I don’t.”
There was a soft knock at the door, causing Remus to jump. He grabbed a book and settled himself in his bed, pretending as if he’d been reading, hiding the book in front of his face so the knocker couldn’t see the tears.
“Remus, dear?” It was Molly Weasley, the only person Remus let his guard down against so he put his book down and answered the door.
Upon seeing his wretched state, Mrs. Weasley bustled into the room; setting down the food she had brought and pulled Remus into a hug.
“It’s ok dearie.” she said softly into Remus’ pre-mature graying hair.
“No it isn’t.” Remus muttered quietly. Mrs. Weasley softly caressed his hair for a few more minutes not answering. She gave a small sigh.
“I know it’s not ok but we’ll just have to do our best to cope.” She said quietly. She left go of him and managed a small smile. “I brought you some soup. If your stomach is up for it, have some, but don’t eat unless you think you can handle it.”
Remus nodded and went back into bed, pulling the sheets over his legs and settled back in. “Thanks Molly, but I think I’d just like to rest for now.”
Mrs. Weasley smiled, “Of course Remus dear.”
She left the room and closed the door behind her softly, then walked through the house into the kitchens where her husband and most of the elder Weasley children sat.
“How is he?” Arthur Weasley asked anxiously, as his wife bustled about the kitchen preparing food for the rest of the family, and soon to be arriving Order.
“Not very good, he’s suffering.” Mrs. Weasley said sadly, as a whoosh from the fireplace announced the arrival of a member of the Order. It was Dumbledore.
“Did I just here someone was suffering?” Dumbledore asked as he brushed some soot of his robes. Mrs. Weasley nodded.
“I assume you’re referring to Remus?” Dumbledore asked, his piercing blue gaze fixed on Mrs. Weasley’s eyes.
“Yes, we all miss Sirius but Remus was struck exceptionally low. He and Harry are the only two who have been acting like this.”
Ron had informed his mother that letters written from Harry were usually quite short and didn’t ask about what they were doing any more. On several occasions he even notices a couple dark stains on the parchment that looked suspiciously like tear stains.
“I’m sad too of course, he was my cousin after all but I just don’t know what we’ll do with them.” Mrs. Weasley said sorrowfully.
“Remus.” A familiar voice muttered softly. Remus stirred in his sleep. The voice again called to him, louder this time. “Remus!”
Remus’ eyes fluttered open. It was dark in his room. How long had he been asleep for? Remus rubbed his eyes and sat up feeling very groggy. He looked around the room. Hadn’t someone been calling to him? His window was open slightly and the curtains were blowing. Remus blinked. Had that been open?
There were silhouettes in the window. Remus slowly rose from his bed and walked towards the window. No, make that one silhouette. His hands paused on the sill before he pulled the sill up and looked out into the night. No one was there. Of course no one was, he was on the third floor, so how could they be?
Remus sighed and turned around to return to his bed when he gasped and clutched the sill of the window in fear of fainting.
Sirius was lying on the bed, in the robes he’d warn the day he fell through the mysterious veil. He smiled at Remus in a teasing sort of way. “What’s the matter Remmie?”
“I- you, but, how?” Remus manages weakly as he slowly made his way towards the bed not daring to believe his eyes.
“I, me, how? What are you talking about Remmie?” Sirius asked, looking slightly concerned. Remus had reached the end of the bed and was staring in disbelief at his lover.
“But, you died!” Remus said, struggling to get the words out. Sirius’ eyebrows flew up so that they were hidden by his bangs giving him a truly amusing look that almost made Remus laugh. Almost.
“Died? Are you saying that you don’t love me anymore?” he made a face. This was too much; Remus leaped onto the bed and hugged Sirius causing him to topple over. He felt SO real, how could it be real? His long silky smooth hair, the touch he loved the most, he felt it again. Feeling Sirius’ warm body heat, and seeing his piercing gaze felt too much like a dream. Remus kissed his lover firmly, as if he were trying to pinch himself to wake up. When he opened his eyes, Sirius was still there smiling, somewhat confused, at him.
“Of course I still love you! I—I’m sick in love with you, you know.” Remus said, hugging Sirius close to him.
“Sick in love with me?” Sirius chuckled, caressing Remus’ hair the way Molly had done before. That’s right! Molly! Everyone! They would all love to know that Sirius was back, alive and well!
“Sirius! How did you get in here?” Remus asked, suddenly curious if they already knew. Sirius’ face again broke into a look of worry.
“How I got in? Remmie, I’ve been here this whole time.”
This wasn’t making sense, Sirius alive, if he had not died then why did Remus think he did? Completely baffled, he rested his head upon Sirius’ chest and just lay there letting Sirius’ hand continue it’s journey of comfort. He slowly fell back to sleep.
“Remus. Remus? Wake up hon.” Mrs. Weasley said, trying with effort to shake the professor awake. He stirred slightly.
“Mmm? Sirius?” Remus said looking up into her worried eyes. Remus sat up with such speed it looked as if he’d been struck by lightning. Mrs. Weasley stepped back, slightly alarmed.
“Where’s Sirius?!” Remus cried in a panicked tone. Mrs. Weasley looked at him with pity.
“Remus, he’s dead.” She said very quietly. Remus’ hazel eyes contorted from fear to pain in a matter of seconds.
“Dead?” he asked slightly confused. Mrs. Weasley turned away from him, looking at Dumbledore for help who was standing in the doorway.
“Remus, look at me please.” Dumbledore said calmly.
Remus turned to him, his eyes wide, slightly welling up with tears. Dumbledore sat on his bed and looked into Remus’ eyes. He nodded then turned to Molly with a small sigh.
“He was having a dream that Sirius was alive again.” He said desolately. Mrs. Weasley, understanding only too well looked at Remus with such pity that she had to leave the room as not to cry in front of him.
“So, I just dreamed Sirius was alive?” Remus asked softly. Dumbledore nodded, looking at Remus with concern,
“Remus, I know that none of us know what you’re going through so I’m not going to say that I understand, but you’re suffering so much, we want to know how we can help you.”
Remus didn’t answer at once. After about 10 minutes of silence, Dumbledore got up to leave when Remus spoke.
“There’s nothing you can do for me, unless you could bring Sirius back from the dead.” With that, he turned over in bed so that his back faced Dumbledore and said no more.
Dumbledore sighed and left the room silently. He walked through the rooms of Grimmauld place until he was standing on the front step of Grimmauld place.
“If only we could have discovered the misery of death and how to bring loved ones who perished behind the veil back to us could this Lone Werewolf be free from his grief.” And with that he set off into the night on his way to the Department of Mysteries.
(A/N: Well, what did you think? I know it was short but it was just something short and sweet for this contest a friend of mine asked some people to do. I wrote this in about an hour so if it sucks, that’s probably why ^_^ Please give me a review at least and so say how I can improve anything).
Hope I did this right ^^* Please leave a comment? ^_^