The Shoebox Project - Sirius/Remus The dreams of July 1976, an extension
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A dress again. Austere black, high-necked, ivory lace starched stiff beneath. Outside the high window, a dramatic Cornish shore, and all around him walls, whispering secretively: the kind of house that haunts your dreams.
“No, please,” whimpers Remus, “Not Manderley. Look, he kissed me… I’m trying to forget, but this is just not-”
“Stop muttering to yourself, Danny, it makes you look quite mad. Come do my hair, be a dear.”
Remus turns. Sirius is Rebecca, every inch of him – of her. Her wild cloud of black hair, her restless, wicked smile. He stares, and all of him is longing.