Hey peps,
SO, this is my new drabble... yes i know WHY am I not updating HERO and ASHWINDER EGGS? Because it seems i am at a stalemate when it comes to those stories, but they will be finished soon, have no fear. ALSO "The Hideaway" always gives me some great prompts and ideas for stories!
(SPEAKING OF THE HIDEAWAY: I recieved 3rd place for my drabble "Never piss off Mrs Malfoy!" If you havent read it, go have a look!)
"The Golden Snitch"
A lithe form with the flopping black hair was sitting on the rickety bench in the back garden of 12 Grimmauld Place, rubbing an already-perfectly smooth broomstick with polish. Hypnotically, rhythmically...the long golden handle almost silken in its sheen...and Remus watched, thinking things he probably shouldn't. Remembering people, now ghosts, deep seeded into his past.
Another glint of gold caught Remus's eye. The boy's other hand, so very much like his fathers, was releasing and catching a snitch with supernatural speed. The tiny body would take off, lucent wings fluttering; and just like in his memory from his schooling, as the little mechanical sporting gadget started to move away the hand would catch it, clutch it tight, let it go again . Even more frightening was the way the boy never even looked at it. He knew, somehow, where the snitch was, even with his gaze fixed entirely on the broomstick (just like his godfather, obsessed with brooms he was). The broom, which was still being treated like a lost child, was causing a certain part of Remus's anatomy to remind him that this boy on the bench WAS a lost child, not James, no matter how many times he wished it. (and he had wished that just as many times as he had wished that Sirius was still alive.)
"Oh Remus?"
The last true Marauder turned, his eyes connecting on the vision in the doorway of his en-suite bathroom. This particular vision was wearing only a hot pink towel, matching the hot pink spikes she had chosen as her preferred hairstyle of the day.
"Oh Remus. Come in and play"
And with one last fleeting look to the figure who reminded him so much of his best friends, the not-so-aged professor joined his pack-mate in the bathing quarters, leaving Harry alone with his polishing, and his grief.
Well, remember to READ AND REVIEW!!!!! I know i do!
& let me know what you think, am I too serious?
ps: The certain part of Remus's anatomy I was talking about was his HEART! Nothing else, you hear me?