Puppy Love
Sirius and Remus prompts/drabbles
by Jankz
Rating: T
Warnings: Disturbing content, angst, and OOC-ness
Era: Marauder, year 3
a/n: Basically, Sirius and Remus are 'dating' but not offically so. There's a lot of affection, but it's mostly brought on due to Remus' nightmares. This is another SiriRemu fan-verse of mine. It branches off from the Apathy-verse, were Remus leads a much more darker, cannon like life. ...I LIKE MY ANGST. ;A; THOUGH I'M MUCH BETTER AT HAPPY, LIGHT HEARTED THINGS.
a/n2: YOU ALL WATCHED HP7.2, YES? WHO SOBBED LIKE A BABY? I KNOW I DID! ;A;
Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter
The Muse Bunny Prompt #7- Restless
Remus had woken up screaming bloody murder.
Sirius was a light sleeper, and shot up at the shrill and agonized sound of Remus' screaming.
"It's alright, it's okay!" Sirius cried out, dashing to his side and untangling Remus from the covers. It always rattled Sirius and the other boys to see him like this; shaking and sweating and a down right mess. Even if, for the past six months, Remus screamed from his nightmares.
James and Peter got up albeit drowsily, worry becoming the only thing controlling their hurried movements as they rushed over to Remus' bed. Remus was panting heavily, eyes streaming with big, fat watery tears. He trembled, body shaking like an earthquake.
"It's not okay!"Remus cried out, clawing at Sirius' shirt in hysteria. James and Peter sat on the edge of the bed, whispering and giving soft coaxes to calm Remus down. Those didn't work. "It claws at me... it haunts me," Remus' fingers trailed up and traced Sirius' cheek. "It makes me watch your blood spill day and night... It never stops; not once..." He whispers, eyes glinting with a tinge of gold. The beast within. Sirius shivered, nausea filling him as well as twinge of fear. But it went as quickly as it came. He would never fear Remus. Not even the wolf.
Sirius pulled him in a hug. "You'll never hurt me, Remus."
"Never hurt you?" Remus said, voice shrill. "Impossible. I can kill you at any moment."
It was at this point that Remus used his inhuman strength, which he normally had careful control over. He had knocked Sirius to the ground, straddling him while his hands grasped his neck firmly. James rushed over and pushed at Remus, who in turn snapped his teeth at him. James flinched back, only hesitating for a split second before he brandished his wand. Remus' fingers squeezed so tight Sirius turned a lilac purple, yet the pureblood did not fight back. He choked out words of love and reassurance instead.
That didn't hold James back from stupefying Remus, though.
The werewolf wizard twitched on the ground, Sirius sitting up and holding down the bile in his throat. Then Remus gave a choked, hysterical laugh. "It made me watch Sirius. It told me how I should kill you and the others..." It was silent for several moments; none of the other boys sure of what should be said.
He whimpered, the tears rushing out again. "I saw you die, Sirius. I saw you die more than once." Remus began to wail. "I never want to see that again!"
Sirius shook his head. "He can't hurt you."
Remus wanted to agree. He wanted to. He wanted to hug Sirius and sleep in those strong supportive arms but then Sirius lay on the floor, blood spilling from his head and eyes still wide open. Remus' hands were stained with blood. He screamed out loud and a laugh sounded. Where was it coming from? Where? It screamed kill, kill; it wouldn't stop. Sirius was dead. Deaddeaddead. Blood. Blood on his hands. Blood. Pureblood. Pureblood pureblood—
James gulped. "He's mumbling."
Peter was white as a sheet, the mumbling of Remus soft but the words like 'blood', 'kill', and 'Sirius' being the most prominent mumbles. He refused to cower away and hide like usual, though. These past four years at Hogwarts had taught him something: never to leave a friend behind. No matter the circumstances. Especially after finding out what Remus was in their second year.
Remus whined like a kicked puppy as he caught his friend's horrified expressions. Even if he wasn't killing them, he was hurting them. He began to sniffle, hands clenching into fists and rubbing at his wet eyes.
The scene changed. Remus was standing in the Grand Hall, people running and screaming and oh god there was Sirius, on the floor and unmoving. He was pale and blood pooled around him, on his stomach and bent in a position that muggles or wizards were not to bend in. Remus threw up. He saw others dead too. James was dead. Peter was dead. Lily was dead. Dumbledore was dead. Deaddeaddead. Blood. Too much blood. Too much screaming. Too much laughing. It taunted him. Laughter, laughing. Laughlaughlaugh. Blood. Fresh blood. Spilled everywhere. Everywhere, everything, everyone.
Deaddeaddeaddeaddead.
Sirius hugged Remus tightly, his grip making his knuckles turn white. "Remus. Remus. It's okay...The wolf won't hurt you."
Remus pushed his face into the soft fabric of Sirius' shirt. He smelled his cologne, breathing Sirius in. Sirius. Sirius.
The wolf was choking Remus, throwing him on the floor and stomping. It didn't want Remus to be happy. It wanted to hurt Remus. Hurt. Blood. Hurthurt. Remus was coughing up blood; too much blood—
Sirius shook him, making Remus stare into his deep, grey eyes. "Stop." Sirius sounded strict, his lips in a tight line and his face hard. The tortured, faraway look in Remus' eyes began to fade, and Sirius' face softened. "Remus."
Remus leaned against Sirius, letting out a shaky breath. Why was it when he fell so far back, so far back in his mind, Sirius was always there to pull him back and pick up the pieces?
The dark haired pureblood picked Remus up, placing him in his own bed. The boy whimpered. "I don't want to sleep." Not alone.
Sirius got in bed with him, James and Peter sighing in relief. "I'll sleep with you."
"No," Remus whispered. "I'll kill you."
"Stop giving empty threats." Sirius kissed him hard, Remus pressing into it. Their other friends looked away bashfully as Sirius pulled away. "I'll protect you."
Remus closed his eyes and saw blood, he opened them and saw Sirius. He sniffled loudly. Sirius kissed his forehead, and Remus' quaking body slowed; his breath calming down. Sirius kissed his cheek, breathing into his ear. "Remus it's okay. We're here. Me, James, and Peter...The wolf won't hurt you."
Remus looked past Sirius' shoulder, seeing James and Peter come forward, sitting on the edge of the bed with worried, yet reassuring looks on their faces.
"We'll stick with you, no matter what. Nothing can hurt you if we're bumbling around." James said, a light hearted smile on his face. Peter nodded his head enthusiastically.
And Remus believed it, nervously falling into a deep sleep while Sirius held him close, James and Peter falling asleep at the foot of the bed.