With This Kiss
Chapter 1: The War is Over
We won. It's over. The war. We won. Voldemort's gone. But so are you.
Remus was spending summer vacation at Grimauld Place. Harry wasn't there. He was at the Burrow with all of the Weasleys. Now that the war was over and Voldemort finally defeated, Harry did not have to rely on the spell Dumbledore had used so long ago. Harry was still to be cautious, but most of the Death Eaters had been captured now. Remus was spending the summer vacation at Grimauld Place alone. No one was there, the Order having been dissolved hopefully forever.
Harry hadn't wanted Grimauld Place; he'd said he'd have too many reminders of Sirius. So Grimauld Place was left vacant and Remus had taken it. Remus barricaded himself in Sirius's old room, breathed in the scent of the sheets he'd once slept in, laid in the permanent slope of where Sirius's body had once lain in slumber.
Remus gathered Sirius's black bed sheets to him, sitting down at the desk and looking at the pictures he had taken so many years ago. They were sixteen, young and growing. James was being a show-off, as usual, and Peter was idolizing him from afar. Sirius was being the clown of the group, making silly faces and being the generally happy-go-lucky lad that he always was. Then Remus looked at his sixteen-year-old self in the picture, looked at the relatively tall lad with sandy hair who was staring at the clown, the clown with the beautiful blue eyes as blue as the sea, eyes so big and full of happiness. He really looked at himself, the boy with the deep secret, staring at the taller boy with dark hair and eyes so blue and so dark, as if he were the world and if the world stopped turning, he would die. Remus was shocked at the revelation. He loved the boy with the dark hair and eyes like glittering sapphires and a smile so wide it had its own continent. He loved him so much; it hurt and missed him all the same. Remus's heart ached with the loss of that dark hair that was so wonderful to play with and those dark shining seas that you could just fall into, and that smile that would have been so wonderful to kiss...
Oh, the kisses... Remus missed it. There wasn't anything like those soft kisses and the murmurings of sweet nothings into each other's ears... Now there were none, and they were sorely missed.
Remus looked at the picture again, really looked and noticed the spot of wetness on the photograph. He realized the tear was from him and wiped away the drops of pain from his face, blew out the candle, and encased himself in the darkness of Sirius Black's bedroom. I wish he were here, I wish he were here... Remus sang as a mantra to himself again and again. I wish I could tell him, just once... that I love him. Remus tormented himself with the thought of never having told Sirius he loved him more than a brother, more than anyone or anything in the world. Sirius was his world and now his world was gone, having crashed into a thousand pieces and never coming back again. Remus put his head on the desk, hoping to die and be with Sirius just once more...
Chapter 1: The War is Over
We won. It's over. The war. We won. Voldemort's gone. But so are you.
Remus was spending summer vacation at Grimauld Place. Harry wasn't there. He was at the Burrow with all of the Weasleys. Now that the war was over and Voldemort finally defeated, Harry did not have to rely on the spell Dumbledore had used so long ago. Harry was still to be cautious, but most of the Death Eaters had been captured now. Remus was spending the summer vacation at Grimauld Place alone. No one was there, the Order having been dissolved hopefully forever.
Harry hadn't wanted Grimauld Place; he'd said he'd have too many reminders of Sirius. So Grimauld Place was left vacant and Remus had taken it. Remus barricaded himself in Sirius's old room, breathed in the scent of the sheets he'd once slept in, laid in the permanent slope of where Sirius's body had once lain in slumber.
Remus gathered Sirius's black bed sheets to him, sitting down at the desk and looking at the pictures he had taken so many years ago. They were sixteen, young and growing. James was being a show-off, as usual, and Peter was idolizing him from afar. Sirius was being the clown of the group, making silly faces and being the generally happy-go-lucky lad that he always was. Then Remus looked at his sixteen-year-old self in the picture, looked at the relatively tall lad with sandy hair who was staring at the clown, the clown with the beautiful blue eyes as blue as the sea, eyes so big and full of happiness. He really looked at himself, the boy with the deep secret, staring at the taller boy with dark hair and eyes so blue and so dark, as if he were the world and if the world stopped turning, he would die. Remus was shocked at the revelation. He loved the boy with the dark hair and eyes like glittering sapphires and a smile so wide it had its own continent. He loved him so much; it hurt and missed him all the same. Remus's heart ached with the loss of that dark hair that was so wonderful to play with and those dark shining seas that you could just fall into, and that smile that would have been so wonderful to kiss...
Oh, the kisses... Remus missed it. There wasn't anything like those soft kisses and the murmurings of sweet nothings into each other's ears... Now there were none, and they were sorely missed.
Remus looked at the picture again, really looked and noticed the spot of wetness on the photograph. He realized the tear was from him and wiped away the drops of pain from his face, blew out the candle, and encased himself in the darkness of Sirius Black's bedroom. I wish he were here, I wish he were here... Remus sang as a mantra to himself again and again. I wish I could tell him, just once... that I love him. Remus tormented himself with the thought of never having told Sirius he loved him more than a brother, more than anyone or anything in the world. Sirius was his world and now his world was gone, having crashed into a thousand pieces and never coming back again. Remus put his head on the desk, hoping to die and be with Sirius just once more...