Snape/Lupin Drabble Community

Title: The Moon’s Children
Author: bonfoi
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape
Summary: In the moonlight there are shadows and glimpses.
Challenge: snupin100 ~ Challenge #250: Outsider POV
Word Count: 100 x 3
Genre: Alternate Reality; Marauders’ Era – Post-Hogwarts; Post First Voldemort War
Warnings: Established Relationship
A/N: 25 Drabble Sets to celebrate the 250th Challenge at Snupin100!

Alternate Reality arc:

1 ~ Sorted	2 ~ Under Observation	3 ~ Shadows at the Willow	4 ~ What Rita Missed	5 ~ The Auror's Call	6 ~ Angel’s Eyes
7 ~ Reflections	8 ~ Phoenix Memories	9 ~ In the Headmaster’s Office	10 ~ Bedstead	11 ~ The Robe	12 ~ Whither Goes the Wand
13 ~ Flying Time	14 ~ Traitorous Musings	15 ~ Release and Recognition	16 ~ Set Free	17 ~ Written Suspicion	18 ~ Hallowed Hogwarts
19 ~ Charmed, I’m Sure	20 ~ Reflection Upon Reflection	21 ~ Slytherinesque	22 ~ Janus Undone	23 ~ Stood Up	24 ~ A Tome Amongst Books

---

§¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪

Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was made from the writing of this story nor was any malice intended in any way, shape or form to the author or the actors/actresses who so brilliantly have brought them to life.

This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.

§¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪

Under my light, I have seen my child—Remus in this life—grow from boy to man, from pup to alpha. His life has been lived in two halves under my ever-changing eye. In my light, he has hunted and gamboled, rutted and slept, with Salazar’s wicked curse burning through his veins to finally find Severus and the gift of his elixir.

I am cold because I am so far away. Yet, I see the flames that both comfort and consume them, these lovers who come together under my reflected rays. They burn like Sol, so far and so attractive.

---

They come to worship under me—Luna, Serena, Moon—as men and as something more. Pale skin glistens in the shadows of the trees as I show my waning light upon them.

“This glen will do, Lupin.” Severus’ cloak swirls through the air to fall, making a patch of silvery grey in otherwise dark night. He wears nothing but a long braid and a smile.

Another cloak falls nearby. Remus, golden son of a cold satellite that he is, shines in the moonlight. His scars soak me in and fade to nothing. They orbit, crash and are remade as shadows.

---

Werewolves and men tumble to and fro under my pull, wavering as the tides climbing a far shore only to fall back over and over again.

Neither one is all darkness; they are my reflections now.

I paint their shadows as they writhe and moan in ecstasy, strength and weakness nothing but silver in my glow. Shadows lengthen and shorten as they love.

Once I kept their secrets, once I was the only one to see them scream and rip and hex. Now I watch over my sons as they worship me with their bodies, pearlescent visions, moonshine made flesh.

§¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪ §¤§₪

~~~ Comments, like rain in the desert, are greatly appreciated.
Thank you for reading. ~~~