Author: l'Ciel
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Disclaimer: not mine, or else it would not be fan fiction^^ Rowling's
Warnings: SLASH!!!, not AU, but close to it, Harry's 6th year
Summary: The spirit within never dies, and sometimes, sometimes a dead my
return to return the light to our hearts...
Songs Of Life
Prologue:
There, behind the veil, everything becomes so numb and small. Noises are so far away, memories faint and unimportant. The nothingness surrounds you completely, leaving no room for thoughts. Pain dims with the time and only feelings remain, but they are empty.
Dead.
Then, somewhere there is light. A tad of hope and maybe, maybe a difference to the monotone silence. Suffering is left behind, as the light grows brighter and suddenly this all-consuming love fills your heart and you feel like flying.
And then you fall, rush, quicker and quicker until you seem to dissolve into that very light.
And then it stops.
And you feel again. Emotions are rushing back like the faint heartbeat inside your chest, the pulsing in your veins and the cold of the wind. There is fire, burning through your throat and you scream like never before. Rain crashing down on you and soothing your skin, while the hard ground under you becomes all muddy and slippery.
And then you open your eyes.
And you are alive.
Songs Of Life
Prologue:
There, behind the veil, everything becomes so numb and small. Noises are so far away, memories faint and unimportant. The nothingness surrounds you completely, leaving no room for thoughts. Pain dims with the time and only feelings remain, but they are empty.
Dead.
Then, somewhere there is light. A tad of hope and maybe, maybe a difference to the monotone silence. Suffering is left behind, as the light grows brighter and suddenly this all-consuming love fills your heart and you feel like flying.
And then you fall, rush, quicker and quicker until you seem to dissolve into that very light.
And then it stops.
And you feel again. Emotions are rushing back like the faint heartbeat inside your chest, the pulsing in your veins and the cold of the wind. There is fire, burning through your throat and you scream like never before. Rain crashing down on you and soothing your skin, while the hard ground under you becomes all muddy and slippery.
And then you open your eyes.
And you are alive.