Remus Lupin (andthemoon) wrote in fideliusrpg, @ 2011-06-23 10:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !backstory, *november 1976, remus lupin, sirius black |
Who: Remus and Sirius
What: After the Incident
When: Backstory! November 1976
Where: Gryffindor dorms.
Warnings: None yet.
Status: Threaded / Complete
Upon being released from the hospital wing and having an uncomfortable discussion with Professor Dumbledore regarding the night before, Remus quietly walked to Gryffindor Tower. He was lucky in that classes were still going on; the common room was empty, and he was able to get by without having to say hellos or answer questions. He made his way to the room he shared with the Marauders and slipped into his bed. He was tired and sore and bandaged, but most of all, he was frightened. It was stupid, he told himself over and over, to be scared of something that was already done and in the past. Dumbledore had taken care of everything, he had assured Remus. He didn't need to leave Hogwarts and everything would be okay. But the feeling of dread had not left Remus' stomach and all he could think about was what could have happened - what had nearly happened.
He blamed Sirius for being stupid and careless - what had he been thinking? - and for either forgetting or not caring that Remus had trusted him. But even more than that, Remus blamed himself. He had gotten caught up in the fun, in having easier full moons and friends that didn't mind what he was. He had let himself think that maybe being a werewolf wasn't so bad after all. He had been careless. And he had not only nearly murdered Snape, but he had also let down Dumbledore and his parents. Everything had come so close to being ruined. Had it not been for James...
There were things that Remus had to do. He had homework to finish. He had to thank James for being sensible and for stepping in before it happened. He had to be angry at Sirius for nearly turning him into a murderer. But when he tried to muster up the desire to do any of those things, Remus found that it just wasn't there. Instead of standing and finding purpose in what remained of the day, he stayed in bed, staring upward and thinking.