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Entry tags: | 100quills, james/remus |
Story: "Change" (James/Remus, PG)
Title: Change
Author: potter_lover456
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 100.4
Prompt: 30. Change
Word Count: 574
Summary: James remembers what life used to be, now that he is in the after life.
Warnings: implied sex, character death (barely), abuse of commas
Notes: Prompt table can be found here here
James lounged quietly on the worn in blue couch, conveniently placed by the wireless. The wireless played a soft tune, sweet words of love, each note floating serenely through the room, just barely penetrating James’s thoughts.
This was one of the things James liked about the afterlife, the ability to do absolutely nothing and feel no guilt about it. Each day he would rise with the sound of bluebirds outside the window of his bedroom, he would roll over and place a kiss on his wife’s cheek, then slink quietly into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Lily would wake to the smell of eggs and pancakes, and she would walk into the kitchen and wrap her arms around her husband’s waist while he flipped the last pancake onto the plate. After breakfast, he would go lie in the den, and just think.
Think about the day he first met Sirius, or his wedding night. He would think way back to his first words, how ’Dada’ rolled off his tongue so easily. And if Lily went out that day to do whatever one does in the afterlife, he would think about Remus. Memories that caused gooseflesh, so intense he could remember the smell of soap the house elves used on the sheets, so pleasant he’d try to make them last forever.
He’d remember the little scar Remus had just below his earlobe, the way Remus’s chapped lips felt against his, the way it felt to wake up to a nest of sandy blonde hair and not worry about tomorrow.
The song ended, the chiming of bells signaling a commercial break, and James got up. He sat up when his stomach growled, deciding it would be best to go down stairs and make a sandwich. He flicked the wireless off, an advertisement that would be no use to him here cut off half way.
He just placed the lettuce down when he heard the thump thump of a person knocking on his door. Not many people knocked on his door these days, Sirius walked right in, the Prewett brothers only came in on occasion, and McGonagall only bothered to come by when Lily was home, and James distinctly remembered her saying she was going out with the said ex professor for tea, so it couldn’t possibly be her.
He walked to the door, the slight tension of anticipation noticeable in his stance, his hand pausing on the cold, gold door knob. He opened the door slowly, peeking his head around the edge of the door to see who was there, even if he wasn’t really ready to see who else was dead yet. Amber eyes and sandy blonde hair, hair he was thinking about only ten minutes earlier, greeted him. He took a sharp intake of breath, opening the door all the way and opening his arms wide to greet his old friend. There was a rush of happiness all through his body, and he couldn’t help but grin when he felt the werewolf’s arms wrap around him tight.
Mumbled apologizes about leaving each other, laughs when they talked at the same time filled the home for the next hour. When Lily came home that night, a bag of goodies that she picked up from the café in one hand, she smiled, a change in routine would be nice she thought, leaving her boys in the living room to listen to the wireless in the den.