One Last Time
Wet leaves and sticks tangled in dark fur. Sharp grass and soft dirt beneath paws. Hundreds of scents no human could smell carried on a cold breeze. Running and jumping, friends beside him, howling in the light of a full moon.
Sneaking through a dark tunnel towards Honeydukes, an ordinary looking piece of parchment in hand. Warm butterbeer and the sweet taste of a kiss, still fresh on his lips. The light of a warm fire, surrounded by friends and laughter over a successful prank. Wind tangling his hair and the feel of black leather and chrome between legs and hands, the roar of an engine as he flies. Heavy fear, burning fire and smoke, the cry of a baby in the dark.
Cold, salty water in his mouth, hot burning hate pushing him forward. Freedom. Remus and Harry, believing him, trusting him, loving him. A dark and dusty house, wretched memories and his mother's screaming voice clawing their way towards his thoughts. Sunlight, open space for the first time in months and running alongside the train. The comforting feel of his wand in his hand, fighting again, laughter bubbling in his throat and out his mouth. His name being called to him from across a dark, spell lit chamber.
One last time he smiles and the veil closes around him. Darkness. He sleeps.
A/N: First thing I've written in months and it hasn't been looked over by my beat. Let me know what you think? Constructive criticism is welcome and very much appreciated.
