Remus Lupin (nihowlist) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-06-03 00:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | remus lupin |
WHO: Remus and Teddy Lupin
WHEN: Today
WHERE: Godric's Hollow
SUMMARY: Remus does some self-reflection and has some friends to visit.
Teddy was strapped solidly to Remus’ chest and his electric blue little head drowsed contentedly, the only movement a kick of a leg or the waving of a fist now and again. Even though the pallor of the moon still hung upon him, the felicity inherent in walking with his child (his healthy, non-lycan) in the sunlight could not be abated. There was so much to be thankful for – to Harry, for everything. To Sturgis, for ensuring that Remus no longer had to fear his maker. To Tonks, for her big-hearted and consistent love. To the Order, for coming together and refusing to roll over when everything in the world suggested that would be the better alternative. Instead, they fought valiantly. It made him feel brave. Made him ready to face the years of rebuilding that would be necessary to ensure that such policies never occurred again. Made him ready to fight for his own rights. He knew that the bravery in his heart meant that he could teach again. Maybe not in a school, but as a personal tutor or instructor. He could be of use to his country, to his family, to himself. And as he walked into the little church yard (the sounds of mass drifting along the grave stones), he made his roundabout way to the back row, he realized this would be the first time he visited with a lightened heart. James and Lily’s polished marble headstone gleamed in the sun and he knelt next to it, using his wand to conjure two bouquets of yellow roses under both names. The baby woke then, as if the scent of magic incited him to raise his head and blink sleepily. And he couldn’t help but grin. “Teddy, one day I’m going to tell you about your Auntie Lily and your Uncle James. I’ll tell you about how brave and ridiculous they were. But you’ll feel all the stories, I promise you.” He thought of Harry, of course, who personified so much of his best friends. “And of course, we won’t forget Uncle Sirius.” And it seemed strange, there in the late afternoon haze, that he would feel the presence of his three lost friends so acutely. It made him catch his breath. “We won,” he whispered to himself, to Teddy, to the spirits on the air. “Harry did it. We’re going to rebuild.” He imagined the crinkled corners of James’ eyes as he smiled. Lily’s delighted laugh. And as he stroked the top of his son’s head, he could feel the hot slide of tears prick the corners of his eyes. Sirius’ hand seemed to rest heavily on his shoulder. Meet Teddy. The baby looked up, giving his father a grunt and held a fist aloft in the air, almost as if greeting some unseen friend. He smiled. Then, standing, he turned back to the gate. But before he left, he uttered his quiet thanks. |