Author's Note: I can't believe I'm actually posting this. Please forgive the overuse of italics. I've fallen in love with italics and Juicy Fruit gum. Because of the latter, Quirrell has taken up residence in my head and I don't know how I'm going to get him out. But that's to do with the last story I posted (called Oranges, Harry, and the Canyon of Doom, in case your wondering. And yes, this is a shameless plug). Anyway, this is a Lupin-fic, and is serious (gasp!). Sort of serious. All right, it is serious. And I'm going to explain a little something about it at the end. Please read and review! Oh, and sorry for the lame title. It was the only thing that seemed appropriate. If you've got a better idea, please tell me!!!!!
Get Over Yourself
by Eyra Dragonsworth
I'm not normally cruel. In fact, I'm anything but cruel. But when people start complaining to me about how awful their lives are, it really makes me mad. Especially when I was a teenager, when it was always "So-and-so will never like me, what will I do?" Sob, sob, sniffle. I ache for you.
Not.
See, if you knew me, you wouldn't have expected me to say that. I'm the one that everyone runs to when they have problems. I'm the quiet one, the sensitive one, the one that people never expect to be dangerous. But I can't help being dangerous; it's part of who I am.
But I don't want to be that. I'd really prefer to be the quiet one all the time, the one who gives advice, the one who's always curled up in front of the fire with a good book. The one that goes out of his way to make sure that whatever Sirius is doing doesn't get anyone hurt. Well, hurt too badly.
But no. Circumstances are circumstances, and I am what I was forced to become. Sometimes I can be a bit happy in it…when the others became Animagi, just so they could keep me company during the full moon. And when I had to take that horrid potion…when I was little, before the bite, I had fantasies of being a wolf. When I took the potion, I was a wolf, not a monster…I guess it's true what they say, that you should be careful what you wish for.
And that's why when people come to me with their petty problems- the petty ones, not the big ones. I listen to the big ones- when they come to me with their problems, I just say, "Get over yourself." That's what I've had to do.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Remus Lupin, the lucky- Sorry. And if you recognize anyone that isn't named, well, guess what? The Great J.K. owns THEM, too! HA!
Author's Note: My, my, Remus seems a bit cold in that, doesn't he? Well, don't flame me. Actually, flame me if you want to, because the light will be useful if the power goes out again. (Stupid electrical company…) But let me explain why he's so cold there. That's the other side of Remus- the side you don't see much in fics, the side that was perfectly prepared to kill Pettigrew in the Shrieking Shack. Let's face it, fanchicks, he's not a completely sweet, tame, good guy! He's got wolf instincts, for crying out loud! ::cough:: ::regains composure:: Sorry. R/R, or Flame, whichever is your style, please!