Remus J. Lupin (m00ny) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-06-18 17:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | - 1980/06 june, remus lupin, sirius black |
Who – Remus and Sirius Padfoot yawned lazily when Remus stirred, rousing him from his nap. He stretched his hind legs a little, but he paused, cocking his head to the side when he caught the word Pads. Sirius recognised it immediately as something Remus would say - his Remus, not the confused, forgetful Remus that'd taken over since the nightmare in Hogsmeade. He whined a little to spur Remus on, trying to see if anything was coming back to him. "What's wrong with you?" Remus asked sleepily, wrapping an arm around the large dog beside him as he rolled over onto his side. "You don't normally come over in the middle of the night..." Unless something was wrong, Remus realised, and his eyes opened, instantly worrying. This wasn't his bedroom though. "Where the hell are we?" he demanded as he pushed himself up to sit on the bed, looking around in confusion. Then it all came crashing back and Remus remembered that he was at Dig's place, healing after the attack at Hogsmeade. "Shit. Dig's place. Right." He was remembering! As Padfoot, the basic joy he felt at that realisation was almost too much to take, and he wagged his tail exuberantly, only just managing not to pounce on Remus and knock him backwards onto the bed. He changed instantaneously, Sirius appearing a split second later, a hopeful expression on his face. In hindsight that might've been a very bad idea, as the forgetful Remus of yesterday had seemingly not liked him at all, and to reveal that he'd been the dog all along could be disastrous, but this seemed like Remus. "You remember?" he asked eagerly, unable to help himself. "Yeah, I remember," Remus replied, gaze sweeping around the room again. "I thought I was at home when I first woke up, that's all-" But then it dawned on him what Sirius really meant by that question and he looked aghast. He had completely forgotten Sirius - the person he loved most in the world. How had that happened? "I'm so sorry, Sirius," he apologised profusely, his anxious gaze meeting Sirius'. He even looked more like himself now that his memory had unscrambled, his expressions more his own and not the vague expressions of someone with memory problems. Sirius was so happy to have Remus back that he didn't care at all about the amnesia, about the mess it'd caused, about any of it, really. "I'm so bloody glad to have you back," he said, looking a bit like Padfoot as he almost vibrated with happiness. He still wanted to knock Remus down and hug the shite out of him, but he wasn't sure if he was in any pain, and he didn't want to risk it. "Don't apologise, it's not your fault, man." "I feel awful though," Remus said, not accepting Sirius' casual dismissal of what had happened. "I can't believe that I said those things to do and basically threw you out of my room. I don't know why I would do that, even if I didn't know who you were." And now his feelings for Dorcas made sense too. He really didn't like her, and felt awful about it because it wasn't her fault. No one except James knew about his feelings for Sirius and he had no one to blame but himself for the situation he now found himself in. But that still didn't help how he felt. His feelings weren't rational. Of course, he felt sorry for all she had been through, but that didn't mean he wanted to talk to her anytime soon. "You're alive, and you're okay - that's all that matters," Sirius replied firmly, not wanting Remus to blame himself for what happened. "Your head, Moony - you were lucky all you had was some memory loss. How the hell can I possibly blame you for something that was so out of your control?" "I suppose I should be thankful that I remember now," Remus realised, as Sirius pointed out that it could have been much worse. "I could have lost all of my memories. That would have been way worse." Instead, he realised as he thought about the last couple of weeks and what had happened, his brain seemed to have pushed away the painful memories. Sirius nodded, glad that Remus was seeing things his way; he didn't deserve to be upset and feeling guilty after everything. "I really am so bloody happy to have you back," he said, unable to keep the grin off his face. "I missed you, you great prat." Remus grinned back, happy to let the last couple of weeks go and focus on now. "I'm glad to be back. Maybe now that Pepper bloke will stop asking me so many bloody questions." And since, along with his memory, he seemed to have gotten his masochistic side back, he asked, "How's Dorcas?" "He'll be too damn relieved to keep peppering you with questions," Sirius replied happily, grateful for the chance to make a stupid pun without Remus wanting to punch him for it. He arched a brow at the mention of Dorcas, but didn't say anything about Remus' memory-addled reaction to her. "She's doing as best as she can, I think," he replied, frowning a little. "She had it bad, but Dig and Pepper are miracle workers. It'll take time, but I think she'll make a full recovery. Minus the scars." Remus nodded, then changed the subject. "Hopefully this means the dizziness has passed too, so I can finally meet Harry. And go home. I really want to go home." He was sick of being in a strange person's house, no matter how nice Dig was. "You're going to love Harry," Sirius replied, a stupidly sappy look on his face at the thought of him. "He's perfect, it's bloody ridiculous. Looks just like Prongs - already has his hair, god bless him. I want to hold him all the time." Sirius' comments had a strangely deflating effect on Remus. He was quiet for a moment, then asked, "Makes you want one of your own, does he?" Sirius paused again, brows rising up into his fringe. "A Harry of my very own?" he asked, wondering if Remus had gone mad. "No, of course not, good lord man. I can't keep the puffskeins out of the toilets and out of the empty tequila bottles, how could I raise a child? I just like Harry. And besides, with James as his father, the kid will need lessons on how to not be a gigantic dork, and that's where I come in and save the day." Remus wasn't quite sure how much he believed that, but then, they were very young. James and Lily had always been over-achievers. "Well, I need to go to the bathroom, so I guess this is as good a time as any to test whether I can make it without falling over." Swinging his legs off the bed, he stood up and paused a moment, then took a few steps. "So far, so good," he reported, and began walking more easily to the bedroom door. "If this keeps up, I might have a quick shower while I'm there. Spells just aren't as good as the real thing-- Crap," he swore rather forcefully, resting his head against the door he hadn't yet opened. Sirius moved to the edge of the bed when Remus up and got out of the damn thing, worried that he might collapse or something. "Are you okay?" he asked hesitantly, but Remus was up and seemed to be doing alright - or he had seemed to be doing alright, until he stopped at the door. He hopped off the bed and hurried over to him, looking a bit like a worried mother. "Are you okay? Do you have to go back to bed? Are you going to keel over?" "No, I'm fine," Remus replied, though it was obvious from his tone of voice that he was thoroughly annoyed. "I just remembered that I lost my wand. It's probably long gone by now. Fuck. I loved that wand." It was the one his mum had bought for him when he was eleven and it had a great deal of sentimental value. "Oh," Sirius replied, feeling awful. He knew how much Remus had loved his wand, and what it'd meant to him, and he couldn't imagine how he felt having lost it. "I'm sorry," he said, meaning it. "If it helps at all, I'll come with you to get a new one. Not that it really helps, but yeah." "Yeah," Remus agreed quietly, then gave Sirius a small smile. "Thanks. I'd like that. But now I really have to go to the loo before I burst." Pulling open the door, he hurried down the hall to the bathroom. Sirius smiled back, watching as Remus made his way down the hall. It was so damn good to have him back, and while he knew he'd be keeping a close eye on him still, it was a bloody relief. It was Remus - one of his best mates - not the impostor that'd temporarily taken over. It'd just about killed him, when Remus didn't remember him, and the relief he felt now was overwhelming.
What – Remembering...
Where – Remus' room at Dig's
When – Thursday morning
Rating – PG
Status - Complete
It was too early, Remus decided as he woke up, despite not having opened his eyes yet. He stretched and then curled up under the covers again, realising there was a great lump beside him. "What are you doing here, Pads?" he murmured sleepily, extricating an arm from the blankets to reach out and rub behind the dog's ears. "Got lonely, hmm?" He was still more asleep than awake, hoping maybe he could at least doze for a while before he had to get up. He could tell from the dim light against his eyelids that it was earlier than he would normally get up so felt he was entitled to lie in a bit later, and he knew Sirius wouldn't argue with him.