Lily_Potter
Title: Cringing
A/n: Sorry, yet another case of writers block. I hope this mad story is a little better than the first one.
Remus stared blankly at the figures swarming around him. He had his own little circle of emptiness, it seemed as though people were avoiding him, avoiding his eyes, avoiding his sense of loss. People walked to and fro from the coffins and the food tables blankly, sometimes talking and laughing, sometimes rejoicing, sometimes praying at the coffins that contained the bodies of Remus's friends, crying in their shallow grief. Remus didn't have enough, or he had too much emotion in him to cry. A Boy Who Lived vanquished the Dark Lord; so many people came to see the bodies of the martyrs who gave their lives to protect a boy who would defeat the Dark Lord.
Remus almost laughed. Almost. These people didn't know Lily and James, didn't know Peter Pettigrew, they didn't know Sirius Black. They didn't know what it was to have the only friends you had in the world killed within two days. They just had no idea, every bit of sadness that they had was as shallow as a children's pool, which covers your ankles just barely in water, when it was hot out. Harry had one of them, he thought with a smile. Everyone was sitting in lawn chairs at Lily and James' house, soaking their feet in the pool and watching Harry play on his first birthday in his new plastic muggle swimming pool. Sirius had gotten it for him. It was some bizarre joke, Sirius said he had pulled up on his motorcycle, put an itching spell on everyone and everything, dropped some muggle money on the ground, and while everyone was scratching, carried it off, and flew right to the party. He had stopped at one more muggle store, procuring a large red and gold bow the same way, and placed the bow on the pool, proclaiming,
"To the newest Gryffindor!"
But Remus didn't want to think about Sirius now, not when all this had happened because of him. Was he a Death Eater at that party? He had to have been...but he had just been so SIRIUS...
A rather fat woman with curly black hair, with her fat short daughter right behind her said in a piercing American accent,
"Sorry for your loss." It was a bossy sort of voice, and didn't show any sorrow at all. Another tourist, to see the brave bodies of Lily and James Potter, and poor brave Peter Pettigrew's finger in a box. But as the woman shook his hand, she avoided his eyes, and cringed away from him, her fat daughter quickly following. His being a werewolf was his worst kept secrets. The fact that he had led three others into being Animagus's was his best. That's why everyone was avoiding him.
Cringing away like some animals in a cave, cringing away from a scary beast that was inside. That's what they were like. Everyone, except for Lily, James, Sirius, and Dumbledore, cringed. Even Peter, poor Peter who hadn't been able to do anything brave in his entire life, had stood up for his friends, and been murdered for it. Peter always had cringed.
He took one look at the bodies, the empty shells of the friends he had once loved, friends who would love him no matter what. That wouldn't cringe if he reached out and touched them. He put on his hat and coat, and walked out the door, with the people making a path for him, cringing.
A/n: Depressing and odd, wasn't it?? Oh well...
Disclaimer: umm...see the ff.n up there? Read what "fanfiction" means, and you'll realize why no one needs these things.
Title: Cringing
A/n: Sorry, yet another case of writers block. I hope this mad story is a little better than the first one.
Remus stared blankly at the figures swarming around him. He had his own little circle of emptiness, it seemed as though people were avoiding him, avoiding his eyes, avoiding his sense of loss. People walked to and fro from the coffins and the food tables blankly, sometimes talking and laughing, sometimes rejoicing, sometimes praying at the coffins that contained the bodies of Remus's friends, crying in their shallow grief. Remus didn't have enough, or he had too much emotion in him to cry. A Boy Who Lived vanquished the Dark Lord; so many people came to see the bodies of the martyrs who gave their lives to protect a boy who would defeat the Dark Lord.
Remus almost laughed. Almost. These people didn't know Lily and James, didn't know Peter Pettigrew, they didn't know Sirius Black. They didn't know what it was to have the only friends you had in the world killed within two days. They just had no idea, every bit of sadness that they had was as shallow as a children's pool, which covers your ankles just barely in water, when it was hot out. Harry had one of them, he thought with a smile. Everyone was sitting in lawn chairs at Lily and James' house, soaking their feet in the pool and watching Harry play on his first birthday in his new plastic muggle swimming pool. Sirius had gotten it for him. It was some bizarre joke, Sirius said he had pulled up on his motorcycle, put an itching spell on everyone and everything, dropped some muggle money on the ground, and while everyone was scratching, carried it off, and flew right to the party. He had stopped at one more muggle store, procuring a large red and gold bow the same way, and placed the bow on the pool, proclaiming,
"To the newest Gryffindor!"
But Remus didn't want to think about Sirius now, not when all this had happened because of him. Was he a Death Eater at that party? He had to have been...but he had just been so SIRIUS...
A rather fat woman with curly black hair, with her fat short daughter right behind her said in a piercing American accent,
"Sorry for your loss." It was a bossy sort of voice, and didn't show any sorrow at all. Another tourist, to see the brave bodies of Lily and James Potter, and poor brave Peter Pettigrew's finger in a box. But as the woman shook his hand, she avoided his eyes, and cringed away from him, her fat daughter quickly following. His being a werewolf was his worst kept secrets. The fact that he had led three others into being Animagus's was his best. That's why everyone was avoiding him.
Cringing away like some animals in a cave, cringing away from a scary beast that was inside. That's what they were like. Everyone, except for Lily, James, Sirius, and Dumbledore, cringed. Even Peter, poor Peter who hadn't been able to do anything brave in his entire life, had stood up for his friends, and been murdered for it. Peter always had cringed.
He took one look at the bodies, the empty shells of the friends he had once loved, friends who would love him no matter what. That wouldn't cringe if he reached out and touched them. He put on his hat and coat, and walked out the door, with the people making a path for him, cringing.
A/n: Depressing and odd, wasn't it?? Oh well...
Disclaimer: umm...see the ff.n up there? Read what "fanfiction" means, and you'll realize why no one needs these things.