kat_scratches (kat_scratches) wrote in ficbits, @ 2007-08-04 00:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | hp, pg13, remus/sirius |
HP fic "In Memoriam" (PG13)
Title: In Memoriam
Disclaimer: JKR owns the pups; I just mercilessly toy with them now & again.
Summary: Remus dreams a lot. It’s easier than being awake. Intimated Remus/Sirius.
Spoilers: For OOTP.
Rating: PG-13, I think.
440 words, if you wanted to know anything like that.
In Memoriam
Remus remembers things best in the dead of night. They slip in sideways in the wee small hours, sliding stealthily between waking and dreams. He remembers without regret the undercurrent of wonder in which they swam, drowning, drowning in its sweet tang. Remus remembers things like that, when the whole world smelled brand new and they were invincible. He remembers running slick over moonlit grass, paws skidding clumsily in the dew, tumbling head over heels over head over heels. He remembers discovering hidden pockets in the Forbidden Forest, corners as yet unwalked by human feet, always exploring, playing, packmates. And waking, opening bleary eyes to the strong sunlight streaming through the cracks of the Shack, still tumbled together with limbs entwined and oddly furless. Remus remembers Sirius best like this, lurking in the depth of dreams, young and laughing and beautiful: untouched, untouchable.
Remus is the one who always remembers birthdays and middle names and all twelve uses of dragon’s blood. He remembers long-unwalked passages in the castle, and all the secret entrances to those passages, and the names of all the ghosts. Remus remembers how twelve years in the dark drove the light from Sirius’s eyes until he was little more than a ghost himself. Remus remembers things like that. He remembers Sirius surfacing into the world again, but running, always running, always hiding and being hidden. He remembers stealing glances as Sirius struggled, lingering wraithlike in the halls and shadows of Grimmauld Place, never quite broken nor never quite whole.
Remus remembers being puppies together, wolf and dog, virtually inseparable. He remembers loving and being loved and becoming one, together. He remembers waking in the night to watch Sirius sleep, eyelids fluttering with dreams, lips moving soundlessly. He remembers the warmth in the haven of their bed, and how Sirius needed him when the dreams became too much. Remus is the one who remembers how to comfort, how to grieve. Remus is the one who remembers to offer stolid solace in the eye of the storm. He remembers a Veil, tattered and unassuming, and the way Sirius laughed in the face of it all, even til the end. He remembers waiting, keeping vigil, alone again, packless. Remus remembers wishing someone would wake him.
Remus remembers things best in the dead of night, restless dreams in a bed that now feels too large, too empty, too Sirius-less. Remus always remembers things like that.