An: A drabble on the subject of how Remus felt about Sirius' imprisonment. Set pre-Prisoner of Azkaban. Enjoy
Metaphorically Speaking
When he first heard the news, it was like there was a gushing wound, ripped into his skin. And it didn't matter how much he tried to staunch the blood, it just kept on flowing. Eventually, over time, the gash closed, knitting itself together, creating a scab. But any mention, the slightest hint, and the scab peeled off, causing him fresh pain, fresh anguish. Finally, years later, the scab was gone, leaving a long white scar. It didn't hurt, didn't pain him. No, he was used to scars. But it reminded him. Every time he looked in the mirror, he remembered that day when he'd slammed the telephone down, refusing to believe it, shouting into the receiver even as tears of frustration began to fall. But it didn't hurt him anymore. No. Just reminded him of that terrible day.
