Author's Notes: SLASH!!! You have been warned. Don't complain to me that
you don't like slash, because, as noted above you have been warned. I'm
too lazy to write all these fics out that are the flashbacks, but I could
combine them all into a flashback fic. So here you are. Things enclosed
in { } are song lyrics.
Disclaimer: Poor student doesn't own anybody as much as she would like to
(at least in the case of Sirius/Remus). Heh. The song is by Meatloaf.
Don't own him either. Don't sue, I have nothing of interest for you.
{You cant' run away forever But there's nothing wrong with getting a good head start You want to shut out the night You want to shut down the sun You want to shut away the pieces of a broken heart}
After seeing Harry home with the Dursleys, Remus Lupin felt all self restraint leave him and he wandered out the door of the Order of the Phoenix headquarters ignoring all sympathetic looks from the other members of the Order. He wandered out the door and around the streets of London not noticing where he was, and truth be told, not really caring. There were doubtless many in the beginnings of that night who shied to the other side of the street to keep away from the crazy homeless man. 'Of course,' Remus thought as conscious thought coalesced, 'homeless really isn't too far off.' With that grief began to intrude, and all thought fled. A broken heart wandered for an hour, a night, an eternity before reality intruded. Conscious thought returned and Lupin felt himself in a heavily vandalized phone booth. Something deep in his mind told him to run, but Lupin nimbly took the receiver off the hook, dialed 6-2-4-4-2 and waited for voice to tell him what to do. "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business." "Remus Lupin. I'm here to...here to..." A small card slid into his hand, and the phone booth began to descend. To Remus it had seemed as of there was always something new to look at in the Ministry lobby, but this time if there had been, it flew into the recesses of his mind and hid there, trembling at the amount of grief that one man could hold. All going ons in the lobby disregarded, Lupin slowly made his way to the hallway. He had traveled this way once before, but before there had been a grimness, the grimness that accompanies a rescue mission. Before there had been somebody to rescue. Now there exists After. The hallway in the Before had always been moving, changing. And still perhaps the hall moved, but the door never changed places, waiting for someone perhaps.
~*~ A/N (again): The flashbacks that follow are in no particular order, though in the author's notes I will include the year. Please review, and make me happy. ^_^
{You cant' run away forever But there's nothing wrong with getting a good head start You want to shut out the night You want to shut down the sun You want to shut away the pieces of a broken heart}
After seeing Harry home with the Dursleys, Remus Lupin felt all self restraint leave him and he wandered out the door of the Order of the Phoenix headquarters ignoring all sympathetic looks from the other members of the Order. He wandered out the door and around the streets of London not noticing where he was, and truth be told, not really caring. There were doubtless many in the beginnings of that night who shied to the other side of the street to keep away from the crazy homeless man. 'Of course,' Remus thought as conscious thought coalesced, 'homeless really isn't too far off.' With that grief began to intrude, and all thought fled. A broken heart wandered for an hour, a night, an eternity before reality intruded. Conscious thought returned and Lupin felt himself in a heavily vandalized phone booth. Something deep in his mind told him to run, but Lupin nimbly took the receiver off the hook, dialed 6-2-4-4-2 and waited for voice to tell him what to do. "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business." "Remus Lupin. I'm here to...here to..." A small card slid into his hand, and the phone booth began to descend. To Remus it had seemed as of there was always something new to look at in the Ministry lobby, but this time if there had been, it flew into the recesses of his mind and hid there, trembling at the amount of grief that one man could hold. All going ons in the lobby disregarded, Lupin slowly made his way to the hallway. He had traveled this way once before, but before there had been a grimness, the grimness that accompanies a rescue mission. Before there had been somebody to rescue. Now there exists After. The hallway in the Before had always been moving, changing. And still perhaps the hall moved, but the door never changed places, waiting for someone perhaps.
~*~ A/N (again): The flashbacks that follow are in no particular order, though in the author's notes I will include the year. Please review, and make me happy. ^_^