Memories and Cover
Stories
Remus/Sirius, Harry/?
PG-13, at least.
Disclaimer:
I, sadly, do not own the Potterverse or any of it's residents.
(pout)
Remus Lupin sat reading in his big, cold bed. It felt
so empty without Sirius. He hadn't slept well since his lover's
death, only a few months ago. Things had been a bit better now that
Harry had been granted permission to stay with him for the rest of
the summer. Remus put his book down and remembered that first night
Harry had come to Grimuald Place, now in Remus' possession.
It
was one in the morning, and Remus was reading, as he always did until
he could accept that Sirius was not in the bathroom, that his bed
would not soon be filled with the warmth of his mate's body.
Thinking of Sirius, he felt a few, warm tears slide down his face. As
he took a deep breath, willing himself not to cry again, he heard a
quiet knock on his door.
"Remus? It's Harry. Are you awake?"
The voice on the other side of the door called in an almost whisper.
Then there was a sigh, and Remus could almost see Harry turning away
from the door in his head.
"Harry?" He said at normal speaking
volume, "What are you doing awake at this hour? Molly would kill me
if she knew."
"I couldn't sleep. May I come in?"
"Yes."
Harry opened the door shyly, and walked in. He stood awkwardly just
inside the door, and Remus smiled, looking up from his book and
raising an eyebrow.
"I just, I couldn't sleep, and I, I
thought that maybe we could, uh, talk, or… Something. I, um, I had
a dream and…" Harry finally looked up from his feet and noticed
the book. "Oh, oh I'm sorry, if you, uh, want to read I could go
away, um, back to bed or… Something." Remus bit his lip to stop
the laughter that was threatening to come out and tried not to smile
too big. "But, but if you, um…"
"Harry. You had a
nightmare, right?" Harry looked down again and nodded. Remus was
confused at first, but then he smiled again. He put his book down and
pulled the covers up. "Come on." He said to Harry, motioning to
the spot next to him. Harry's eyes went wide. "Oh I keep
forgetting you didn't have someone to curl up with when you had
nightmares with the Dursleys. I didn't either, my parents were too
scared."
Harry walked quickly to Remus' bed and crawled in the
bed. He put his arms around Remus.
"I'm not scared of you
Remus." Remus smiled.
"Good. Harry, do you think Ron
is?"
"Afraid of you? No, why?"
"That night, in the
shack. I just, I don't want you or your friends to be afraid of
me."
"Remus, you make yourself sound like a monster…"
"I
am."
"No! You are not! You're practically
harmless."
"Practically?"
"Well, you are a human. None
of us are completely harmless." Remus laughed. "See?" Harry
said, "You're like a puppy." Remus growled, and Harry turned to
look at him, a bit confused. It showed.
"Sorry," Remus
laughed, "I was just seeing if you were lying. The first time I did
that to Sirius, he looked at me the exact same way. Peter nearly wet
himself."
"What did my dad do?"
"He didn't think it
was me. He looked around like there was something in the dorm."
They both laughed a bit.
"You know," Harry said, "If I were
someone else I might think you were interested in me, pulling me into
your bed and all." Remus stared for a second, then burst out
laughing again. "Well! Am I really that bad?"
"No, no, sorry
Harry. It's just, well, one, I'm the same age as your father, and
two, werewolves mate for life. I've already found my mate."
"Oh.
So if you don't mind me asking, who's the lucky lady?" Remus
laughed a bit more, then sighed.
"It doesn't matter. He, well,
he's gone."
"He?" Remus tensed.
"Yes, he. Does that
bother you?"
"No! I finally have someone I can talk to about
this!" Remus smiled.
"This?"
"Well, I, you see, I, have
a bit of a crush. On Ron."
"Ah," Remus nodded, "That makes
sense. The Potter boys seem to like redheads."
"I think it's
more like, Harry likes Weasleys. I never told Ron, but my first kiss
was with George... Or Fred… He thinks it was Cho Chang, who, by the
way, had to corner me under mistletoe to get that kiss! She's
mental, that one!" Remus, who had been laughing since 'had to
corner me', calmed down a bit.
"I think I should tell you
Harry, my mate? You knew him."
"Please tell me it wasn't
Dad. Please." Harry said in monotone.
"No, no it wasn't
James. It was Sirius." They had stayed in Remus' room that night,
talking about Sirius, and then falling asleep.
Remus was startled
out of his memory by a noise coming from Harry's room. Thinking
that he was having another nightmare, Remus went to Harry's room to
wake him up. But when he opened the door he saw something he wasn't
expecting.
Harry and Ron were on the bed. Harry had his shirt off
and Ron was slowly kissing down his chest. Harry opened his eyes and
saw Remus. He slid out from under Ron and grabbed for his shirt on
the floor. Ron looked up and saw him too. He got up and started for
the door. Remus stopped him.
"Don't bother." He said, "I'll
tell everyone not to wake you up tomorrow. I'll think of some
excuse, I am a Marauder after all." Harry paused in the middle of
trying to shove his head through an arm hole, and smiled.
"Thanks
Remus."
"No problem." He taught them a silencing spell and
went back to bed. Smiling, he fell asleep.
The next morning it
seemed like everyone wanted to wake Harry up. Remus dodged them all
skillfully with the same lie.
"Harry isn't feeling very well
today, I'm letting him sleep in. Oh I'm sure he'll be just
fine, he just needs some rest."
At around ten, he went to
Harry's room to wake up the boys. Ron was awake and Harry was
asleep with his head resting on Ron's chest. Ron's fingers were
playing with Harry's hair. Remus and Ron shared a smile, and Remus
shut the door.
Lunchtime rolled around and the boys came stumbling
down the stairs. Tonks was the first to ask Ron when he had arrived.
He said "last night" and Remus rolled his eyes, vowing to never
cover for them again.
