- Rating:
- PG-13
- House:
- Astronomy Tower
- Characters:
- Remus Lupin Sirius Black
- Genres:
- Angst Romance
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire
- Stats:
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Published: 05/11/2003Updated: 09/17/2003Words: 1,947Chapters: 2Hits: 1,446
Nightfall
Belial
- Story Summary:
- Sometimes, in your life, you just need to stop a minute and think about what happened to you until that moment. And sometimes you don't like it. *Remus pov, mild slash*
Chapter 01
- Chapter Summary:
- Sometimes, in your life, you just need to stop a minute and think about what happened to you until that moment. And sometimes you don't like it. *Remus POV, mild slash*
- Posted:
- 05/11/2003
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- Author's Note:
- Thanks a lot to
Nightfall
I think I hate you now.
I
still can't believe it by myself. You always, always had that
uncanny way of stunning me. Why did you do that to me, Sirius...?
I
loved you, once, with all my heart. I knew you, all of you, once, as
well. But--what happened, then...? Why did we change so much?
Well,
I always knew I was different, and that's just stating the obvious. I
thought it when I entered Hogwarts the first time. I believed it,
when I met you guys. I blessed it, then.
And that was just
because the way you - you, James, Peter, even Lily at times - always
hung around me, even after discovering the truth, made me feel a new
shade of 'different'. It drove me into a land where
'different' also meant 'bloody amazing', to
say it your way. I loved you for thinking I was special. I almost
believed it myself.
Then 'all of you' slowly became 'only you'.
The simple 'Marauders' changed into 'you, with the
Marauders'. Because you were so bright, Sirius, so brilliant,
discovering your name was the same as a star didn't astonish me
at all. I was grateful for your friendship, your closeness, for those
glances - often amused, and amusing - meant solely for me.
I can
feel a strange pain, now, so sharp, inside me. Why can't I keep
myself from remembering...?
Those seven years spent at Hogwarts
had been my shelter, and my cocoon. I was a part of you, a member of
the pack, not only as a wolf but also as a human. Now, I still love
them, as I still hate them.
Yes, I hate them, as I hate you, as I
hate myself, for living this lie. I wasn't 'bloody
amazing'. Nor was I 'so special'. I wasn't
that way then, as I'm not now. I am just 'different'.
And 'scaring'. And 'dangerous', too.
I
discovered it first when I left from that nest - when I first really
confronted with people, without either the soothing structure of the
school or your presence around me.
Did you ever understand what
it was like, being who I was, being what I was, in those
times...? Surely not, but how could you have known? Perhaps I didn't
understand that fully myself. So - we started doing this. Keeping
wary. You felt I was changing, I know you did, but you just couldn't
figure out how. So, as you always did when you couldn't
put everything in place, whatever it was, you started panicking. And
we were young, Sirius, we were so young, and those were such dark
times, that I really should forgive you. And I did it, really, when
we first saw each other again in the Shack. All became clear, all the
mistakes, all the fears, and I found again the only brother I'd
left.
But then I found also other - things. Sensations. Your
reality, against my own body, and the words you muttered so softly in
my ear, so softly that no one else heard them, awakened in me
thoughts, dreams, that I'd hoped were lost forever.
And this is why I
hate you now, Sirius, why I hate you so much. Because of all these
feelings you gave me, all the time. Because then you still were
trying to make me feel right, even when all I knew was I was wrong.
And feeling a freak, not only in the body but even in the spirit, was
too much to bear. But I'm to blame, as well, because I wanted
to let you doing so.
I just wanted to be held, to feel tight,
safe, protected, in the soothing circle of your arms.
"Oh, here you are!"
Your voice, real and confident.
"And wherever else...?"
My own, light, kind, teasing and distant as always. What a great actor.
As you enter the kitchen, you come directly to me. "Is everything all right...?"
"Yeah, sure!"
But you must have sensed that everything wasn't just 'all right', because your worried glance doesn't leave me.
There isn't simply worry there.
Why are you watching me this way? What would you tell me? I sense your look even before I see you. Your eyes are so deep, so confusing, there is a question, there, burning, praying for an answer that I can't give, while you won't put it into words.
We have been so distant, so far, and I missed you so much.
But how might we meet, if while all you want is to come back to the surface again, I desire so badly to drown in you?