Challenge via my forum (http:// zorzpack. proboards50. com/ index. cgi, tiredraven sent you… and not just for house points, I swear) from Gemma Lovell (Pen name). Write a Marauder's era fanfiction in 500 words or less.
Check and mate, Gemms. Word count: 465
WARNINGS: Emo and angst. Plus horribly hopeless!Remus.
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Remus had always hated the rain. It felt like it was suffocating him, drenching him, wiping away all the good things he felt and replacing them with the awful things that he tried so hard to keep penned inside. He hated the way it stayed on you, the way it stuck on you for hours on end. He hated that it was supposed to cleanse you, but it made him feel dirty. He hated, hated the rain.
But it was so damned alluring…
He didn't know why it happened so often, but almost every time there was a downpour of rain, Remus ended up standing in it, letting it wash over him, and wallowing in his misery.
Today, though, today he thought he might be safe. He thought he might be safe from standing out in the rain, the bloody rain that he was always drawn to, but here he was, standing in his misery alone, cold, and bewildered. Maybe it was the small part inside of him that insisted his lycanthropy was his fault, maybe it was the even smaller part of him that always blamed him for his father, but something inside of him forced him out into the rain to stand in his own anguish. And the worst part of it all was his agony was deepened so terribly by the rain…
He could never be himself. To everyone else in Hogwarts, he was a rather small Gryffindor with sandy brown hair and similarly colored eyes that were almost always hidden by books. He knew all the answers in class, and he ran with the single most mischievous group at Hogwarts—but he was still a Prefect. It would seem to most that Remus had nearly everything… but they didn't know. They didn't know that he didn't have anything. He had nothing at all. And now he had less than he had yesterday.
Never in his life had he been so mad.
He was never going to speak to Sirius again. Ever. And with hopelessness that even he didn't know he possessed, he had realized, standing in this bloody rain, that eventually, James would grow tired of taking Remus's side. James loved Remus, and he knew he did. But when it came down to it, he wasn't as much fun as Sirius. He pranked, sure, and he was good at it. But he didn't share James's joy at the prospect of 'the greatest prank Hogwarts has ever seen.' Yes, Remus thought, defeated, James would leave eventually. And where James went, Peter was sure to follow.
The only thing he had ever had… such wonderfully loyal friends…
Sighing deeply, Remus found his eyes drawn to one raindrop. He watched it with rapt interest and attention.
Falling…
Falling…
Fallen….
Remus sighed. Yes, so fallen…
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I warned you.
It was horrible to write, I have to say. I wanted to strangle Remus the entire time. But Gods, I love him so much, and I wanted to channel what he really must have felt after the Severus incident in 6th year. I know that he would have been angry at first, but I think he would have realized that he could very well lose his friends. What a horrible thought for someone who had probably never been accepted by anyone before... :Hugs Remus:
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