Rhys (halfsmirk) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-09-27 12:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | james potter, remus lupin |
Who: James and Remus
What: More venting
Where: Remus and Tonks’ place.
When: Friday afternoon
James was tired. He’d been running around as Prongs most of the night, surviving on adrenaline and anger. James had seen what everyone was saying, but he couldn’t wrap his head around it, how could they not see what needed to be done? How could they just act like Peter even deserved another chance. To James he was more dangerous and more appalling than any other Death Eater that roamed the village, and it wasn’t because he happened to be one of Peter’s victims. It was because Peter’s loyalty was fickle, and he’d betrayed his friends--his brothers, and for what? What could Voldemort possibly offered him that was worth so much. James would rather have died a million times over than betray someone he loved as much as Remus and Sirius and, yes, even Peter.
That was what had made this so much harder. Even now, beneath the fury and the pain and the millions of other things he felt, he did still love Peter. He’d known about the betrayal for months now, and it had made him angry, but there was still this distance (until recently) as if he’d read it in a made up story about someone else. It’s reality crashed upon him, but he still remembered Peter, the boy he’d become an animangus with; the boy who regularly stayed at his house; the boy he joined the Order with; the man who was a groomsman in his wedding; the man with whom he’d entrusted with the safety of his wife and infant son.
The liquor store had only just opened when James got there, and he’d thrown money down numbly for the six pack, without paying mind to anyone else in the street at that time. They looked at him, he was sure, but no one said anything. Not a single word to him about last night, and there was a part of that that made it worse.
James didn’t know where to go, but he couldn’t go home just yet. He couldn’t talk to Lily about it yet, he couldn’t deal with anything. He felt utterly broken. There was only one place he could go, though Remus was probably at work, teaching the kids, and trying not to think about Peter (though, Honestly, James didn’t know if Remus had even gone to work). When there was no answer at the door, James sat on the steps of the porch, leaning against one of the rail beams and opening a beer.