Who: Harry and Remus. Where: Remus' apartment, living room. What: Harry can't sleep. Apparently, Remus can't either. When: 12:30 AM. Rating: Possibly PG-13, but most likely just PG. Status: Incomplete and closed to anyone not Tonks or Jalil.
It hadn't been a good night for either Harry or Tonks. The woman from the past not only had failed in her mission to take Harry to muggle London to give him an intervention.. she'd landed them in the future, in Canada, in a town they weren't going to be able to leave. And she'd found out that she died within six years, though Harry certainly hadn't divulged any of that information. He hadn't confirmed or denied, and he wasn't going to talk about it for a while.
And for Harry.. well, Tonks had been quite enough. It'd been enough that she'd come and he'd had to deal with one dead person he'd cared about showing up in his home. Bad enough he'd been drug out of there against his will. But.. Remus? Remus. Even if this wasn't the Remus he knew, Harry still felt like someone was playing some sick game with him. Dangling these people in front of him so they could yank them back later. No.. he shouldn't even be speaking with them, really. He shouldn't be getting close to them, because they weren't going to last. This place? He wasn't going to stay here. And even if he was... he was sure that being around Remus and Tonks was going to be temporary. Because the people he cared about were always jerked out of his life.
Jalil, Remus and Tonks had all gone to bed a few hours ago.. Harry had laid up on the couch and had the television on, though, softly enough so it wouldn't disturb any of them. He was sitting upright with his back settled against the pillow, which was shoved into the arm of the couch, and his body was covered up to his abdomen with two blankets that Remus had brought out for him. Green eyes were focused on the television through his glasses but he wasn't really watching. He had too much on his mind to focus on a one AM television show.