Disclaimer: Don't own it. Dur.
Dedication: To Andy, because this is based on a true story, and I love him.
Heaven RepairedRemus pulled his thin blanket over his head. He wanted to trap himself under there, and not come out. He wanted to hide forever in the cloudy silence of the white world.
It wasn't silent for long, though. The noises came through, muted, but still deafening. His mother screaming, glass figurines of angels crashing against windows, and tinkling in little shards at the foot of a table. One, two, three figurines.
Three sets of broken wings. Three angels that would never fly.
When his father awoke the next morning, he would have a headache, but he would be sober, and he would yell at Remus to clean up the mess that someone had made in the living room.
And Remus would do it, gratefully, glad that the night monsters had disappeared, and the daytime noises of his father's snoring and his mother's humming had returned. But now it was still night, and the monsters reigned, and even Remus's blanket couldn't protect him for long. His father ran out of angels and mothers to crush, and he turned to the quivering ball under the white blanket.
Yet, no matter how many wings were crushed, or how many bad memories the blanket cradled, it was still Remus's safe place. His hiding place. His heaven.
Outside the castles walls, a horrible storm raged. Trees from the Forbidden Forest blew up by their roots, and towering waves spilled over the edge of the lake. A storm raged inside as well, and Remus awoke with a yelp.
When he realized he was still safe in his bed, he whimpered, and snuggled back under the covers. He buried his nose into the scarlet comforter, and tried to relax. No matter what he did though, the dream came back, and the tears came hard and fast, before Remus had time to stop them.
"Hey you." Sirius stood over him, his hair ruffled, and his eyes bleary from sleep. "What're you snivelling about?"
Remus sniffled. "Nothing."
Sirius studied him closely for a moment, and then sat down on the bed. "You okay?" He didn't wait for an answer. Instead, he lifted up the comforter, and snuggled down next to Remus. Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus, and hugged him tightly. "It was him again, wasn't it?" he whispered.
Remus nodded, and started crying again.
"Shh, shh, shh. It's okay, he not here. He can't get to you here." Sirius pulled Remus closer, and whispered soothingly into his ear.
Remus gave a weak smile, and then reached down to the covers. He pulled the sheet over his head on impulse, and buried himself in Sirius's chest. "You're my heaven, Sirius. You're my wings."
