The moon. What a lovely thing. Romantic? Mysterious? Ethereal orb of celestial light, someone once penned. Damn the lovesick poet who wrote of the moon as a center of all things pure. The moon is a symbol of motherly intuition. Mother moon. Tell me, what was she thinking when she cursed one of her own children to be the only living creature to become bestial in her glowing rays? Why was I not allowed to bask in her beauty? Where was her motherly instinct when she forced me to be alone with her for all eternity?
Well, not quite alone. But without a partner, at least. There were some. Some that chose to carry the weight of my loneliness, and with it lift my spirits. Since I was a child I'd thought about growing up, having a family infinitely better than my own. How I hate my own. But now that is impossible. I will not live with the fear that I may murder a child in its sleep. No one should have to deal with such pain. If I am to suffer, it would be to prevent the suffering of my loved ones. But such thoughts are beyond my consciousness at the moment. I feel quite at home now, sitting in the Gryffindor Quidditch stands with my broom resting at my side.
Resting at my other side, is the one who keeps my thirst for life easily quenched. He's quite a defiant soul, you know. He was the one who taught me that there's more to do than feel sorry for myself. And what a well-learned lesson it was. I could still experience some of life's so-called splendor and keep my reputation of having no social credits to speak of. He is why I feel quite at home. My friend. Impetuous by nature, but more loyal a friend you will never find. He's got such spirit and vigor, and unmatched resiliance, that I am forced to believe he could fly on his broom face-first into a wall and find it did not bother him in the least.
He is such a wonderful inspiration to live. And clever. He was the first of them to use his skill to become an Animagi. And at such a young age! Snuffles, Dumbledore once said. Snuffles is what we named him, and he is quite a docile pet... when he's sleeping. Quite arrogant when he's not; although I never told him the truth. I never told him that I love him more than I could've loved even a brother. I never had to. He always knew it was so. He kept me safe from myself and found my very soul when I believed I had none.
"Ah... there it is, Sirius. The moon. And how I loathe the way it shines. So proud, don't you think?"
"I happen to like the moon. It's the sun that's overrated. Starting to hate planets now, Remus?"
"With good reason!" I answer. It's typical of him to say something so riddled with nonsense. It throws into sharp relief the fact that the rest of the world contains so much more nonsense than something so childish and innocent as hating a planet... "Your displays of sheer intelligence never cease to amaze me. Starting to hate planets."
"I like the stars," he says, stretching out on the bleachers with his hands behind his head. "they're so simple. Beautiful, don't you think?"
"Yeah," I answer. "Beautiful." What was it about stars that made me feel so hopeless? Oh yes, it was Severus and his thoughts on astronomy. He'd always thought of it as a waste of time, as... what did he call it? A needless course designed to give intellectually barren students a chance to succeed. Yes, that was it. Well, Severus was always a bleak child. Ever since they'd met, he'd had little or no interest in human contact. Schoolwork was always the confidant he could fall back on if all other pursuits failed. Love and comradery weren't occupation requirements, after all. But why dwell on these thoughts now? There's time to be wasted, and I won't be caught dead doing something productive such as thinking, not around Sirius. Now I'm beginning to sound just like him.
"Where's James? I thought he said he'd meet us here," I ask.
Sirius takes a moment to think, his eyes toward the darkened blue sky. "He is. Just give him a chance, Remus, for god's sakes. He's got detention with Binns this evening."
"Again? I think he's breaking your record." This was the third time in a week. Binns must've really taken a liking to his rude caricatures of Severus on the board. Sirius opened his mouth to ask yet another question, no doubt. A white paper airplane is soaring through the night sky, weaving in and out of trees toward the Gryffindor stands. It flits about, crushing its wing trying to soar through a hoop.
"It's from James," Sirius laughs, "we just learned how to charm them by hanging around in the Ministry near his father's office."
The paper plane flies straight for my head, and I snatch it out of the air. "Dear mischief makers, this dunderhead is keeping me in longer than expected, can't make it tonight, I'm sure you'll have fun without me, keep our dream of rule-breaking alive, best regards from James. The man still doesn't know how to separate sentences... I think we're having a bad influence on his intelligence level."
"No... He's learned how to lower his intelligence level all by himself. And why aren't you feeding me compliments and praise yet? It took me quite a long time to teach him how."
"I can see it now," I chuckle. "All hail Sirius Black, the idol of prats everywhere. They'll name you their king. Oh, it'll be a beautiful ceremony; except when you bow, they'll mistake your face for your ass and crown the wrong end. It was an honest mistake at least, since both produce something quite rude and foul that is shunned in most cultured societies."
"Laugh, Remus, it makes you seem more human." Sirius, though completely daft, has quite excellent comebacks. He scans the area for any more letters, from James, or Peter perhaps. Where is Peter? Maybe he had a run-in with Severus again, or that obnoxious third-year. What was his name? Oh yes... Lucius. I must say, I thought Severus had better judgement than to befriend the likes of him. I suppose Sirius and James have humiliated him so very many times that he's lost all of his sanity. Has he ever had sanity on his side? Whatever he has, it is quite astounding. All teachers favor him for his vast knowledge of...Well, there isn't any sole interest, Severus enjoys knowledge itself. It gives him power over bullies like James. In fact, it's his only weapon.
But where is Peter? He and Lilly were supposed to meet us here over half an hour ago. Oh well... I'll bask in the moonlight while I'm allowed. It's only a matter of days before I become almost as hairy as Regulus... At least Lilly might show tonight. I've never seen her in the light of the moon before...
A/N: 'Ello poppets. I have returned with not one, but TWO HP fics. I'm going for merchandise soon. Five billion t-shirts with the slogan, "Moonlight Becomes Ye" and a picture of Ralph Fiennes (the REAL Remus Lupin). Just imagine... One of the characters introduced in POA could actually be hot for once. But I do love Gary Oldman... especially as a vampire... We must get David Thewlis and wax off that atrocious mustache (or rip it off, depending on whether it is fake or not), so that it may scare little children no longer! Oh, and you must read 'The Fine Line Between Love and Insanity' because... well, it ROCKS! And stop by to read my cowrite parody w/Lady Rumbottom called, "The Lord of the Fics: the Authorship of the Fic" if you get a chance.
::flashes subliminal messages that say "Read my other HP fic...read...reeaaaaddd":: Whoops, don't know where that came from... ::hides hypno-beam::
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