Unguent
Rating: G
Spoilers: All up to and INCLUDING OotP
When Sirius Black died, Remus Lupin did not cry. He did not speak, scream, rant or backhand Harry Potter across the face. In the dark of the night Remus did not croon Sirius' name or shove his fist into his mouth and sob, and in the morning he most certainly did not dryly wretch up his non-existent breakfast into the toilet bowl. Most nights Remus slept soundly, and was characteristically polite even to Severus upon dropping by to collect the wolfsbane. Dumbledore, watching him with a subtle sort of concern that Remus did not care to notice, had placed a hand on his shoulder and expressed again his great sorrow for the loss of such a fine young man. Remus had chuckled lightly, clasped Dumbledore's hand briefly in his own, and left Hogwarts forever. And when the moon shone bright and full in the sky that night, Harry Potter had pressed his lips up against the frosty window of the Gryffindor Boys' Dormitory and kissed his own reflection.