Okay so this is a RemusXSirius fic, it was inspired by a fanfiction that I have read recently, so as usual R&R, enjoy and be patient with me .
Disclaimer: I own nothing, this is the property of JK Rowling
Summery: Remus is haunted by nightmares of a completely unrealistic world. He ignores them following his dreams of becoming a professional ballet dancer. Then summer school begins and fragments of his forgotten past returns to him, concerning a raven-haired boy with silver eyes who just so happens to attend the same dance school.
Watch you panic,
It's tragic.
You'll carry this,
For life.
You have my sympathy. – Icon for Hire.
A rose by any other name:-
Chapter 1 – If Monsters were men
The rain was coming down in thick sheets soaking the young boy. His clothes clung to him uncomfortably and water ran into his eyes. His heart was racing as he ran, his feet tapping out a tune on the tarmac. He was frightened, terrified really. He could still hear the man giving chase, laughing with a cold glee as he gave chase to his prey. The icy sound carried through the night and chilled the boy to the bone.
He didn't know when he started crying but now his whole body shook with forceful sobs. However, this only seemed to fuel the predators hunger and now the boy heard an animalistic howl as it tore from the mans throat, closer now, he was closer. The boy took a sharp turn to the right only to come to a dead end in the darkened alley. The child was wailing now calling out for him mummy. He choked out the word over and over, but his mother never came. In an attempt to re-trace his steps the boy turned, his large, watery amber eyes portraying fear. That was when the first blow struck.
Liquid agony tore through his being; it was a pain like no other. The boy screamed and pleaded, begging the evil man to stop but he didn't he just hit harder. Blows rained down on him, the large paws causing unthinkable damage. He struggled, tried to get away, fingers grappling for purchase on the wet ground. He thought that maybe he had wet himself but it was near impossible to tell. The boy couldn't move now, it hurt too much, he was too weak. He disconnected himself from his body, retreated to a safe place and watched the scene. He felt sorry for the boy who had stopped struggling and allowed himself to be hurt, he was crying and whimpering as the ache grew. He wished he could help the poor boy but he was helpless to do anything. Eventually the man stopped hitting the young boy and leant back, giving the broken child a malicious grin showing a set of sharp, yellowing teeth. The man bore them at the boy before leaning down and biting into the young child's shoulder, allowing crimson to paint his teeth and stain his lips.
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Remus screamed himself into wakefulness, escaping from the nightmare, one of his hands sub-consciously moving to clasp his shoulder. Everything, everything that had happened to that young boy was a lifetime ago. The boy had lived in a whole other world, it didn't exist, that child with the amber eyes wasn't real. He was a figment of his imagination; a lie created in dreams, that child was a monster. Years of therapy had taught him that.
He had disappeared for a while, the boy, much to Remus' relief. So why had he come back now? Why now, when Remus was happy, living a normal life and living his dreams, so why now?
Remus ran a hand through his dishevelled hair, mussing it up further. The clock on his bedside table glared at him, the bright green numbers informing him that it was twenty-eight minutes past four in the mourning. He could lay in bed for another half hour before he would be forced to get up but he could really use with a shower. As he stood in the shower, warm water cascading down his lithe form, fragments of his nightmare returned to him, consuming his thoughts. Shapes moved in the shadows of the large bathroom, gleaming eyes blinked at him from the darkness, in his peripheral vision he could see the man, bearing his fangs and snapping at him. Every time Remus would turn to defend himself against the intrusion only to find that nobody stood there. It was like trying to catch wisps of smoke with your bare hands.
All too soon he gave up on the idea of a shower and shut it off. He climbed out, wrapping a thick towel around his waist. Remus padded over to the sink and wiped the steam that covered the shining surface of the mirror. The man who looked back at him appeared tired, almost defeated. His damp honey locks hung limply from his scalp, amber eyes emotionless and blank. Remus' dream of going on to do professional ballet was draining him, morphing him into someone unrecognisable. His eyes roamed to his chest, it was horrific, littered with patchwork scars, the worst on his shoulder. It was clearly a bite mark, prominent flesh tinged pink. They said a dog had attacked him, but month after month new scars appeared. He could never remember what had happened. Then there it was, movement in the mirror. The man. He stood behind Remus with a lecherous grin. Remus spun, his hands clutching the sink, only to find an empty bathroom.
Hope you enjoyed the short but sweet first chapter… that wasn't really at all sweet :3.
Jaffa xx