by Sabaye Leyr
It was winter again, and there was
a nearly full moon in the night sky.
Remus Lupin hated the nearly full
moons. They meant the full moon was coming soon, and he didn't like
the ripping transformation into a savage, unfeeling animal. Or, maybe,
that was just what he needed. To be an unfeeling animal.
Letting the sea mist hit his face,
Remus moved his legs in time to a soft, haunting song in his head.
He began to hum, looking over the shadowed waters.
He could stop it all.
A venture into the infinate blackness
of the ocean water, and he'd be free.
Free from remembering Halloween 1981.
Free from remembering Sirius, and Peter.
Remus had never really, deeply, cared
for Peter, not like he had his other friends. Peter, was a friend.
Not a soul mate.
That didn't mean it didn't hurt.
It just didn't hurt as much as the fact James Potter was dead, and his
best friend had killed him.
Remus didn't know which was worse,
coming to terms that Prongs was gone, or that Sirius had betrayed them
all, that he'd lied to them all that time.
He was sick to his stomach again,
that happened often. This time, however, he didn't think it was because
of his curse of being a werewolf.
It was sadness. Overwhelming,
consuming hatred and sadness.
He hated Sirius for killing James
and Peter, he hated Sirius for destroying his world, he hated Sirius...for...leaving...him.
Alone.
"Great, now I'm gay and I'm
a werewolf. There goes your dreams of world popularity, Remus."
he harshly told himself.
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
He'd known it for a while, that he'd
fallen in love with Sirius. He wasn't gay, he'd never looked at a
guy before like that. He'd dated his share of girls. It was
Sirius the person he fell in love with. If he ever got over Sirius,
he'd probably date a woman again, because there was no one like
Sirius.
The Ministry kept dragging him in
for questioning on the Potters' death. They knew that he was Sirius's
close friend, and that he was a werewolf, so they suspected him to be in
league with the Dark Side, and Sirius.
"The Wizarding world isn't what it
seems. Not a paradise, the wizards are just as bad as muggles."
Remus stated, sighing. He had no life left at this point in time.
No where to go, no job to work at. Of course, no friends left.
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
He'd have to go back, back to
the world of lying about what he was.
He'd never had to lie around Sirius.
Remus smacked himself this time, he
didn't want to remember.
Why did Sirius lie to him? Why? What
possessed him to kill James? And Lily?
A single tear trickled down his cheek
as Remus gritted his teeth. He wished he had more control over his
thoughts.
Remus had learned long ago that wishing
got you no where.
Emotions of these kinds run in circles;
Remus was suddenly filled with heart-breaking rage, a hatred that he wished
that he had never felt before.
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
Some would say Remus should go to couselling, to stop his hate and rage, to help him heal. No phsycitrist could help him. No one could. The only people who would have been able to were no longer of the sane or the living.
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
Remus Lupin hated Sirius Black.
~~
Sirius Black cowered in Azkaban,
a filthy, matted wreak of a man. No more charming words, no mischevious
smile to light his features, and no more laughing was present in this man's
eyes, he was a stone of horrible emotions.
Inside, he was churning with great
waves of anger and sorrow.
James. James was dead. And so
was Lily.
It was his fault.
The dementers swarmed around him in
an eerie, foul pack when he leapt up in anger, tearing hopelessly at the
bars of his cell.
"Peter! You bastard, I'll get you!
I swear on James's grave, you will pay!" he screamed, flailing in
unexpressable rage and betrayel.
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
Deadly cold suddenly consumed
him, biting at his will to live. A destroyed, smoking house and the
pitious, anguished filled wails of Harry cut through his senses, and visions
of October 13 flooded his mind in a forceful wave.
Sirius fought them.
I am innocent.
James' features, frozen in
death. Sirius had to force his eyes and mouth closed, making his
best friend look peaceful in his premature death. He'd never forget
how horrible James' final expression had been, how cold and unearthly his
skin had been to Sirius's touch.
I am innocent.
Lily sprawled out on the ground,
Harry still clutched tightly in her arms. Blood was pouring from Harry's
forehead onto her porcelian skin. Sirius started to shake as he healed
Harry and cleaned Lily up. He had to close her eyes, too, although
the rest of her features were calm and peaceful; unlike James'. The
dead in her brilliant green eyes still haunted Sirius.
I...am innocent...
Remus's betrayed face.
The days before he was taken to Azkaban were a blurr; that was the only
distinct image he could recall.
My love is vengeance
That's never free
Remus. Remus believed
he'd killed James.
Sweet, quiet spoken Remus. The
Remus that had always kept him out of the worst trouble, the Remus that
had always listened along with James to whatever Sirius had to say.
The Remus he loved hated him.
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
Sirius Black had nothing left.
He gave up his fight, slumping to the dusty, cold floor. He curled
up into a ball, letting out a broken cry of sorrow. He began to sob;
hacking, tearing, dry sobs that indicated a sorrow to great for tears.
Sirius cried without tears.
He sobbed so hard be began to cough up blood, but he didn't notice.
He had nothing left, no one would care if he cried his existance away.
But he couldn't do that.
He wanted to die.
~~
Morning began to seep over the mountains,
and Remus mutely watched the moon. With the sunrise, he was reminded
of Sirius's real smile.
Remus couldn't take it anymore, he
started crying, silent tears running down his face. He cried himself
to sleep on that cold, dusty rock.
He awoke the next evening, trembling.
There was a full moon in the sky.
He felt his joints melt and grind,
and he howled, almost instantly becoming a Wolf.
Remus began to tear at the rock, at
himself, grabbing his tail in his jaws and breaking it easily.
The pitious cries of pain and lonely
howls were in sync with the thrasings of his soul.
He wanted to die.
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
~FIN~
