This fic is veeery loosely based on a scene from 'Chocolat'. It just
popped into my head while watching the film, and demanded to be
written.
This chapter is rather short, intended as a kind of introduction. I'm
not sure how long this story is going to be when it's finished, but
there are definitely some more chapters to come. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: If I owned these guys, then this story wouldn't be on a –fanfiction- site...
Chpt. 1.
Sirius Black leaned back in his chair to get a better view of another student sitting across the room from him. The dying embers of the fire gave off just enough light for him to see the figure of one Remus J. Lupin (as his trunk said), who was sitting next to a table by the stairs, shoulders hunched, pouring over a piece of parchment. The boy was a total mystery to him. They'd been in the same form – hell, they'd even shared the same dorm room – for over a year, yet Lupin had never spoken a word to him... or to any of the other students, as far as Sirius could tell. The only time the boy ever seemed to speak was when answering a teacher's question. He'd tried to talk to the smaller boy in the common room once, but even before he'd got as far as 'Hi, my name's Sirius' a fifth year had appeared out of nowhere and told him to bugger off. He didn't know the fifth year's name, but it seemed he was Lupin's brother; he looked quite like him anyway. Except that his face was harder, and it held none of the sadness that seemed to radiate from Remus'. Sirius had tried to talk to Remus again that night in the dorm, but the boy just shook his head and pulled the curtains closed around his four- poster.
Since then Sirius hadn't attempted conversation again, but watched his classmate with great interest. That fifth year seemed to follow Remus everywhere, leaving his side only for classes. They seldom talked, and when they did it usually seemed as though the larger boy was berating his younger brother. He sat there as Remus did his homework, pointing out mistakes as the tousle-haired figure wrote. Sirius wondered how he ever got all the work done for his own classes, especially if he was taking
OWLs... Why would anyone want to keep his brother in check like that? Thinking about Regulus, Sirius grimaced. He'd only been too glad to leave the little monster behind and come to Hogwarts. Remus seemed to be a very accident-prone person, that was another thing Sirius noticed. He always seemed to be sporting bruises on his face and his arms. 'Not that that's anything unusual...' The dark-haired boy touched a finger to his own forehead. Quidditch practise took its toll on Sirius. It was as though bludgers were attracted to him or something. Though his dear old mother had given him her fair share of the marks that littered his shoulders when she was particularly annoyed.
The coals in the fireplace shifted and let off a loud crack, knocking Sirius out of his thoughts and making him jump. He glanced over once again at Remus, who had also jumped at the noise. The tousle-haired boy grinned at him for a moment before quickly shifting his gaze back to his parchment. Sirius noticed that he and Remus were the only ones in the common room. It seemed that Lupin Senior had gone off to bed. Jumping at the chance, Sirius made his way across the room to try to talk to him once more. Remus glanced up and, when he realised that Sirius was heading towards him, let out what could only be described as a squeak of terror and positively fled for the dorms. He didn't seem to realise that he'd left his bag behind him on the floor.
Opening the door to Gryffindor tower ten minutes later, Sirius saw that the curtiains of the bed in the corner were, as always, pulled shut. Letting out a sigh, he made his way over to his own bed, which was in between Lupin's and James'. He pulled his pyjamas over his head and settled himself down between the covers. Through a crack in the drapes he could see Remus lying, fully clothed, on his bed. He was shaking like a leaf. Hitched breath could faintly be heard coming from the boy, and it still hadn't stopped when, much later that night, Sirius fell asleep.
T.B.C.
Ahh, angsty!Remus and concerned!Sirius. My favourite ^^
Disclaimer: If I owned these guys, then this story wouldn't be on a –fanfiction- site...
Chpt. 1.
Sirius Black leaned back in his chair to get a better view of another student sitting across the room from him. The dying embers of the fire gave off just enough light for him to see the figure of one Remus J. Lupin (as his trunk said), who was sitting next to a table by the stairs, shoulders hunched, pouring over a piece of parchment. The boy was a total mystery to him. They'd been in the same form – hell, they'd even shared the same dorm room – for over a year, yet Lupin had never spoken a word to him... or to any of the other students, as far as Sirius could tell. The only time the boy ever seemed to speak was when answering a teacher's question. He'd tried to talk to the smaller boy in the common room once, but even before he'd got as far as 'Hi, my name's Sirius' a fifth year had appeared out of nowhere and told him to bugger off. He didn't know the fifth year's name, but it seemed he was Lupin's brother; he looked quite like him anyway. Except that his face was harder, and it held none of the sadness that seemed to radiate from Remus'. Sirius had tried to talk to Remus again that night in the dorm, but the boy just shook his head and pulled the curtains closed around his four- poster.
Since then Sirius hadn't attempted conversation again, but watched his classmate with great interest. That fifth year seemed to follow Remus everywhere, leaving his side only for classes. They seldom talked, and when they did it usually seemed as though the larger boy was berating his younger brother. He sat there as Remus did his homework, pointing out mistakes as the tousle-haired figure wrote. Sirius wondered how he ever got all the work done for his own classes, especially if he was taking
OWLs... Why would anyone want to keep his brother in check like that? Thinking about Regulus, Sirius grimaced. He'd only been too glad to leave the little monster behind and come to Hogwarts. Remus seemed to be a very accident-prone person, that was another thing Sirius noticed. He always seemed to be sporting bruises on his face and his arms. 'Not that that's anything unusual...' The dark-haired boy touched a finger to his own forehead. Quidditch practise took its toll on Sirius. It was as though bludgers were attracted to him or something. Though his dear old mother had given him her fair share of the marks that littered his shoulders when she was particularly annoyed.
The coals in the fireplace shifted and let off a loud crack, knocking Sirius out of his thoughts and making him jump. He glanced over once again at Remus, who had also jumped at the noise. The tousle-haired boy grinned at him for a moment before quickly shifting his gaze back to his parchment. Sirius noticed that he and Remus were the only ones in the common room. It seemed that Lupin Senior had gone off to bed. Jumping at the chance, Sirius made his way across the room to try to talk to him once more. Remus glanced up and, when he realised that Sirius was heading towards him, let out what could only be described as a squeak of terror and positively fled for the dorms. He didn't seem to realise that he'd left his bag behind him on the floor.
Opening the door to Gryffindor tower ten minutes later, Sirius saw that the curtiains of the bed in the corner were, as always, pulled shut. Letting out a sigh, he made his way over to his own bed, which was in between Lupin's and James'. He pulled his pyjamas over his head and settled himself down between the covers. Through a crack in the drapes he could see Remus lying, fully clothed, on his bed. He was shaking like a leaf. Hitched breath could faintly be heard coming from the boy, and it still hadn't stopped when, much later that night, Sirius fell asleep.
T.B.C.
Ahh, angsty!Remus and concerned!Sirius. My favourite ^^