The man practically ran down the hallways of the school. He tried to keep his eyes forward and not notice anything, but aching flashbacks kept trying to push their way into his mind: laughter down that corridor, after a successful prank; stolen kisses in that classroom, all those years ago; and of course, prowling the whole school while making their precious map.
Oh Dumbledore, the man thought, alternately angry and thankful towards the old man,why did you bring me here again?
Finally, finally, after an eternity of fleeing shadows and ghosts from years long gone, he reached the place he would live in for the next year: the Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher's quarters and office. He would be teaching about Dark Creatures, a particular fascination of his as a child; and rightly so, as he was one.
All throughout the unpacking and preparing for bed processes, Professor Remus John Lupin was waging an admirable, but ultimately futile, war against his subconscious, which was trying to bring up all sorts of unwanted images. But as he sank into bed, tears falling, too tired to fight any more, the torrent of memories flew in. They were all painful, because they all centered, somehow, around the man he had spent the last twelve years trying to forget: his friend, his lover, his Sirius Black.
A/N: Wow, this turned out shorter than I expected. Hopefully the first chapter will be longer.
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, we would have a LOT more MWPP information. And I would be Jo Rowling.
Reviews are welcome, of course. Flames will be stored for cold days when my hands are freezing as I write.