Remus J. Lupin (m00ny) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-06-15 21:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | - 1980/06 june, james potter, remus lupin |
Who – James and Remus Remus looked up from the book he had been reading and his face lit up when he saw James. It was a familiar face he had been longing to see and finally, James was here. He had tried to go and see him yesterday but the room had started spinning when he got up and tried to walk, so he had abandoned that idea. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine," James said dismissively, waiving his one remaining hand through the air like it was no big deal. "I've got a healthy son. How could I complain? And how are you, mate?" Remus' expression softened at the mention of James' son and he smiled. "I can't wait to meet--" he began, but was cut off by James asking about Sirius. He looked a bit annoyed for a moment then shook his head. "I don't remember him. And I don't really see how we're friends. He has been bloody annoying, but at least he isn't bothering me so much anymore." "Mate," James said sadly, and he couldn't imagine how Sirius must be feeling to know Remus felt that way. Hell, it wasn't even about James and it bothered him. He shook his head. "He's your best friend, Moony. Since first bloody year. He got you into all sorts of trouble, and you loved him anyway. You can't forget him." Remus looked skeptically at James as he spoke, unable to reconcile the things James was saying with his memories of school - all of which did not include that bloke, Sirius. "Why would I forget the most important person in my life, James? That's what I don't understand," Remus said in frustration. "If he's so fucking fantastic, then why have I forgotten him and no one else?" "I don't know. Things are more complicated than that, I think," James said, then then did a quick sweep of the room to make sure no one had somehow snuck in when he hadn't been paying attention. "You're kind of in love with him, and it's... complicated, like I said. Maybe you subconsciously thought it'd be easier not to remember. But it's not worth it." Remus' mouth dropped open when James revealed that he was in love (love?) with Sirius. Looking rather bewildered now, he shook his head in disbelief as James continued, trying to process that news. It seemed even more comprehensible that he hadn't remembered Sirius, if what James said was true. And really, he had no reason to doubt James. Especially not when he was wearing that earnest expression on his face.
What – James visits Remus and tries to prompt his memory.
Where – Remus' room at Dig's place.
When – Sunday evening.
Rating – PG
Status – In progress
While in bed, James had spent plenty of time with Lily and Harry, and Sirius had been around a lot, and lots of people had come to see him and Lily and to meet Harry, like Stu and Alice and Dumbledore and whoever was up and about, really. But James hadn't yet seen Remus. So, as soon as James was cleared by Dig to be out of bed, he headed out to find which room Remus was in.
It was a big house and it took a couple tries, but finally James found the right room and he shut the door behind him, staring wide-eyed. Remus looked okay. How could he not remember Sirius? Sirius was his best friend. Sirius had been his best friend for years.
"Hey mate," James said softly. He'd get to the rest of it soon, but for the moment, he just shuffled towards the bed and sank into the chair next to it, movements still slightly off balance. He hadn't quite yet adjusted to the lack of weight on his left side.
"James," he said, smiling at his friend. His gaze dropped down to that missing arm and it was a shock, despite the fact that Sirius had warned him. "How are you? Are you okay? I mean, apart from the arm."
James didn't mean to rush it, but it was at the forefront of his mind and he waited a moment, just one, before he coudn't keep himself from bursting out with, "Do you remember Sirius yet?"
James' tone was vehement. So far as he was concerned, until Remus remembered Sirius, he wasn't okay. Physically fine or not, this? This was not okay. James couldn't exist in a world where Remus thought Sirius was bloody annoying. Or, at least not without loving him anything. They were the bloody Marauders.
"We've all been through thick and thin together. He's probably the most important person in your life, along with me and Pete," James continued, hoping that by speaking about him, that by reminding Remus just how much he cares about Sirius, maybe something would click and he'd remember.
It didn't make sense at all, and as far as Remus could tell, the rest of his memory was perfect. That Pepper bloke kept asking him questions and as far as he could tell, he was answering them all correctly. So what made this Sirius bloke so special?
James was sure of that, just as he was sure that Remus had to remember. He couldn't forget Sirius permanently. Sirius would be devastated, and James was convinced Remus would be exponentially worse off for it too. If life was meant to be neat or easy, well, then everything would work out how it ought to, and the first time, too. But it wasn't that way. Nothing was easy, and James wasn't going to let Remus take the easy way out.
"You remember that you're a werewolf, right? Well, Sirius became an unregistered animagi in fifth year so he could run with you on the full moons. Me and Pete did too," James added, racking his brain for anything tha tmight be helpful to trigger a memory of Sirius, or even Padfoot, or anything.
"Yeah, I know I'm a werewolf," he said quietly, wondering why he hadn't forgotten that. Really, if he wanted to forget things, surely that would be at the top of the list? He sighed again, unsure of what to think now. "I don't understand why I would forget someone I'm in love with. Hang on-" Something James had said just registered in his mind. "You're an animagi??"