Yay! I got... four... Replies on my first chapter... _ lol, don't I feel special. ^_^ any way, thanks all of you who did reply!
Danielle, you'll learn to like hot dogs, and you'll learn to like them GOOOOOD!!! XD (I hate using good like that... even purposely, it makes me cringe. _) Remus Lover, I'm going to bring him back! Really I am! And uh... the cookies are... well, [1]w'amphrii69 stole `em!! ^_^ Selene, I'm working on it... so, anyway, all hail the Cookie Monster!! (He's the one who keeps me in supply!!)
Thanks JK Rowling, for supplying me with Hogwarts, wizards, and a love for Remus and Sirius! ^_^
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Remus paced the length of his room slowly, rhythmically, as he thought out his problem. There was something wrong with his theory, he knew it, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it... He poured through his texts, reviewing everything he'd written, even re-reading his sources, but he couldn't find anything! He'd tested his cure many times over, but it seemed no matter how close he got he couldn't figure it out exactly. Perhaps there would never be a way to rid the world of Postules, or perhaps he just hadn't come across it yet...
He hadn't planned on spending his nights this way, he just sort of... happened on it. After he graduated from Hogwarts, he didn't really know what to do. He found himself in the Amazon, suddenly, searching for medicinal cures in magical plants. It was lonely work, camped out in dense jungles where population was scarce, and it took forever for an owl to find it's way out of the jungle and back into the world to it's notes' recipient, but he liked it that way. He never was very social, and it was only so fitting that he could put himself so far away from humanity.
He frowned and turned to the window, leaning on the ledge and staring out into the black night. The darkness seemed to envelope the Earth, and he smiled out at it. Something about the dark of night soothed him... maybe because when the night was as dark as it was tonight, he didn't have to worry about growing seven feet tall and sprouting thick brown hair all over his body. He furrowed his brow and rubbed his eyes.
"God, I'm tired," he said to himself, stretching his arms outwards and yawning loudly. He turned around and began to unbutton his shirt, starting with the cuffs and collar, and then trailing the row of buttons down his front. He threw it haphazardly into the corner, among a pile of strewn clothes, and sat down on the bed before him. He kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his socks in turn. As he started on his belt, half naked, he noticed movement outside his window.
A black dog. It was a big black dog down in his lawn.
Remus jumped up and ran to his window, leaning his head out the frame to get a better look. His heart thudded heavily in his chest, as he stared down into the shadows, searching for some form of movement, until finally he found what he was looking for. But it wasn't what he was looking for, really, the animal kicked a clump of dirt or two over his mess and left, wagging his tail stupidly.
Remus returned to his bed. "Quit fooling yourself, Remus," he moaned, leaning on his knees and rubbing his eyes yet again, "He's never coming back. You've spent ten years hoping he would turn up, and he never has... he's dead."
Remus fell into a stupor, staring at a blank spot on the floor, not really looking at anything, but staring as hard as he could. Why did it still hurt him to think of it? Sirius Black had been out of his life for ten years, he was long gone, so why did Remus find so much pain in dreams long lost?
"I hate you," he spat, feeling a wave of uncontrollable anger sweep over his body. He rolled over in his bed, throwing his head into his pillow, "I hate you for leaving me here in this world alone! I hate you for swearing me into a life of solitude! It was mine to do with what I pleased before you came along!" Remus cried, thrashing his hands into his pillows. He grabbed one and sat up abruptly, taking it by the corners and pulling with all his might. Soon after the seams began to rip, and the pillow came apart as Remus threw it's feather-spewing carcass onto the floor.
Suddenly he stopped, staring blankly down at it. "I don't know what I'm going to do," he whispered. He found himself talking to shadows, now, he'd gotten so used to talking only to himself that it wasn't uncommon for him to have whole conversations with no one. No one was all he had anyway, so he saw no problem with sharing conversations with no one. "I don't know how I'm ever going to find myself again..."
He sighed and turned over, pulling the blankets up on his bed and crawling dejectedly under them, falling heavily onto his pillows and drifting off into sleep right then, still wearing his trousers.
The next morning Remus awoke with a start. He didn't really feel well. Last night's occurrences had sent him in a fit of rage, and he didn't like it. He sighed and threw his legs over the bed, pulling on his house slippers as he had done every morning since the morning Sirius had disappeared, out of sheer habit. He realized he'd slept in his trousers and cursed himself silently. He sat down again and threw them onto the floor, standing back up in his boxers. He yawned again and stretched, scratching his sides as he walked to his bathroom and stared in the mirror.
His hair was dusty brown, and shaggy. It hung in his face and around his ears messily, but he liked it that way. His face looked worn after years of long days in the jungle, but still his youth shown through. He was only twenty-seven, after all; he wasn't really very old. He studied himself carefully, turning to get a profile and flexing his arms. He had built himself up, sort of, working in the Amazon, but he was still skinny. He sucked in his stomach to puff out his chest, putting on his best manly, `I'm going to get you!' face, but let it all out heavily. That wasn't him. He sighed and set to his bathroom duties.
In the kitchen that morning he poured himself a glass of orange juice and walked into the living room feeling refreshed. His hair was damp and messy, and his shirt un-tucked and unbuttoned, but who was he trying to impress? He had thrown on a maroon button down and some gray slacks, and set off into his day.
Half way through reading the paper, he realized he had nothing to do. "You're so lame, Remus," he said to himself. He decided to go to the market.
He threw on a pair of sandals and walked out of his small house, grabbing his wallet off the stool by the door and hastily buttoning four of the buttons on his shirt on the way out. He smiled and waved at his neighbor, who was doing lawn chores, and began down the road to the market.
It was only about three blocks away, so he didn't mind walking, but the large amount of people worried him. It was a lot different in Altrincham than it was in the jungle, and he wasn't used to so many people looking at him. But he ignored them and walked on, his shirt only half buttoned and un-tucked, wearing sandals with dress pants. (He had given up trying to look presentable years ago)
On the way, his mind wandered to the night before... he really had thought he'd seen Sirius out in his yard. He smiled and laughed smugly to himself, knowing he was just being stupid, but it still felt like a lump in his stomach. Every time he'd seen a big black dog in the ten years since Sirius disappeared, he jumped and had a panic attack. Every time it reminded him of Sirius. In a way, Sirius had never really left him; he stuck around in the form of dogs. Dogs haunted Remus. It had almost driven him mad, he'd tried to kill himself countless times in his last years at Hogwarts, but always he'd been found before the sweet release of death could capture him, as he was sure it took his lover.
Remus covered up his wrists uneasily, and turned into the market. It was crowded with people, as it generally was on a Saturday morning. He pushed his way through to the produce stands. He liked going to the open market, it was more down to earth that the huge commercial stores he saw popping up all over England. He smiled as he selected a bundle of bananas and paid for them, along with apples and oranges, and a few loaves of bread. He filled his arms with milk and cheese, bread, fruits, various vegetables, meat, until he couldn't carry anymore and decided it was time to leave. He struggled with it all the way to his street.
His street seemed dark, like a huge clump of clouds had just covered up the sun, and was blocking its rays. No one was out, now, and it cast an eerie sort of appearance on his road. He could see his house down the way, and silently thanked the gods for letting him get all the way home without spilling his groceries, but he thanked them a second too soon.
He fell hard, as apples, oranges, and a head of lettuce rolled out of his bags onto the sidewalk. His eggs were crushed, but luckily his milk had been saved.
Remus groaned and picked himself up, dusting off his trousers and straightening his shirt as he shook his head. He looked around for what had caused his accident, and suddenly he saw it; a big black dog. He should have known! Dogs had been haunting him for years; it could have been easily guessed that this was just another one of fates games.
"Stupid mutt!" he shouted, kicking at the animal but missing as it darted away from his foot, "I'm sick of you animals! I hate dogs! Leave me ALONE!" he cried, feeling the symptoms of an oncoming panic attack.
He turned and busied himself with picking up his groceries, piling them back into his arms, and feeling quite relieved when the mangy animal's stupid panting had stopped, and he knew it to be gone. He stood straight and turned around, starting back on his way to his home, cursing that foolish animal for making him trip.
"Here, let me help you," came a voice from the other side of his bags, which were now blocking his view. He gladly handed over one of the bags,
"Thank you!" he said, exasperated, "Thank you very much, you don't know how much this means to"-
He stopped mid sentence. He stared open mouthed at the person before him.
"You nearly hit me with that foot of yours," he said, with a smirking half smile as he stared at Remus.
"Sirius!" Remus shouted, and for the second time in a day, he dropped his groceries onto the ground.
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Well, there it is for the second chapter! ^_^ replies are welcome!!
References
1. http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=166699
Danielle, you'll learn to like hot dogs, and you'll learn to like them GOOOOOD!!! XD (I hate using good like that... even purposely, it makes me cringe. _) Remus Lover, I'm going to bring him back! Really I am! And uh... the cookies are... well, [1]w'amphrii69 stole `em!! ^_^ Selene, I'm working on it... so, anyway, all hail the Cookie Monster!! (He's the one who keeps me in supply!!)
Thanks JK Rowling, for supplying me with Hogwarts, wizards, and a love for Remus and Sirius! ^_^
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Remus paced the length of his room slowly, rhythmically, as he thought out his problem. There was something wrong with his theory, he knew it, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it... He poured through his texts, reviewing everything he'd written, even re-reading his sources, but he couldn't find anything! He'd tested his cure many times over, but it seemed no matter how close he got he couldn't figure it out exactly. Perhaps there would never be a way to rid the world of Postules, or perhaps he just hadn't come across it yet...
He hadn't planned on spending his nights this way, he just sort of... happened on it. After he graduated from Hogwarts, he didn't really know what to do. He found himself in the Amazon, suddenly, searching for medicinal cures in magical plants. It was lonely work, camped out in dense jungles where population was scarce, and it took forever for an owl to find it's way out of the jungle and back into the world to it's notes' recipient, but he liked it that way. He never was very social, and it was only so fitting that he could put himself so far away from humanity.
He frowned and turned to the window, leaning on the ledge and staring out into the black night. The darkness seemed to envelope the Earth, and he smiled out at it. Something about the dark of night soothed him... maybe because when the night was as dark as it was tonight, he didn't have to worry about growing seven feet tall and sprouting thick brown hair all over his body. He furrowed his brow and rubbed his eyes.
"God, I'm tired," he said to himself, stretching his arms outwards and yawning loudly. He turned around and began to unbutton his shirt, starting with the cuffs and collar, and then trailing the row of buttons down his front. He threw it haphazardly into the corner, among a pile of strewn clothes, and sat down on the bed before him. He kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his socks in turn. As he started on his belt, half naked, he noticed movement outside his window.
A black dog. It was a big black dog down in his lawn.
Remus jumped up and ran to his window, leaning his head out the frame to get a better look. His heart thudded heavily in his chest, as he stared down into the shadows, searching for some form of movement, until finally he found what he was looking for. But it wasn't what he was looking for, really, the animal kicked a clump of dirt or two over his mess and left, wagging his tail stupidly.
Remus returned to his bed. "Quit fooling yourself, Remus," he moaned, leaning on his knees and rubbing his eyes yet again, "He's never coming back. You've spent ten years hoping he would turn up, and he never has... he's dead."
Remus fell into a stupor, staring at a blank spot on the floor, not really looking at anything, but staring as hard as he could. Why did it still hurt him to think of it? Sirius Black had been out of his life for ten years, he was long gone, so why did Remus find so much pain in dreams long lost?
"I hate you," he spat, feeling a wave of uncontrollable anger sweep over his body. He rolled over in his bed, throwing his head into his pillow, "I hate you for leaving me here in this world alone! I hate you for swearing me into a life of solitude! It was mine to do with what I pleased before you came along!" Remus cried, thrashing his hands into his pillows. He grabbed one and sat up abruptly, taking it by the corners and pulling with all his might. Soon after the seams began to rip, and the pillow came apart as Remus threw it's feather-spewing carcass onto the floor.
Suddenly he stopped, staring blankly down at it. "I don't know what I'm going to do," he whispered. He found himself talking to shadows, now, he'd gotten so used to talking only to himself that it wasn't uncommon for him to have whole conversations with no one. No one was all he had anyway, so he saw no problem with sharing conversations with no one. "I don't know how I'm ever going to find myself again..."
He sighed and turned over, pulling the blankets up on his bed and crawling dejectedly under them, falling heavily onto his pillows and drifting off into sleep right then, still wearing his trousers.
The next morning Remus awoke with a start. He didn't really feel well. Last night's occurrences had sent him in a fit of rage, and he didn't like it. He sighed and threw his legs over the bed, pulling on his house slippers as he had done every morning since the morning Sirius had disappeared, out of sheer habit. He realized he'd slept in his trousers and cursed himself silently. He sat down again and threw them onto the floor, standing back up in his boxers. He yawned again and stretched, scratching his sides as he walked to his bathroom and stared in the mirror.
His hair was dusty brown, and shaggy. It hung in his face and around his ears messily, but he liked it that way. His face looked worn after years of long days in the jungle, but still his youth shown through. He was only twenty-seven, after all; he wasn't really very old. He studied himself carefully, turning to get a profile and flexing his arms. He had built himself up, sort of, working in the Amazon, but he was still skinny. He sucked in his stomach to puff out his chest, putting on his best manly, `I'm going to get you!' face, but let it all out heavily. That wasn't him. He sighed and set to his bathroom duties.
In the kitchen that morning he poured himself a glass of orange juice and walked into the living room feeling refreshed. His hair was damp and messy, and his shirt un-tucked and unbuttoned, but who was he trying to impress? He had thrown on a maroon button down and some gray slacks, and set off into his day.
Half way through reading the paper, he realized he had nothing to do. "You're so lame, Remus," he said to himself. He decided to go to the market.
He threw on a pair of sandals and walked out of his small house, grabbing his wallet off the stool by the door and hastily buttoning four of the buttons on his shirt on the way out. He smiled and waved at his neighbor, who was doing lawn chores, and began down the road to the market.
It was only about three blocks away, so he didn't mind walking, but the large amount of people worried him. It was a lot different in Altrincham than it was in the jungle, and he wasn't used to so many people looking at him. But he ignored them and walked on, his shirt only half buttoned and un-tucked, wearing sandals with dress pants. (He had given up trying to look presentable years ago)
On the way, his mind wandered to the night before... he really had thought he'd seen Sirius out in his yard. He smiled and laughed smugly to himself, knowing he was just being stupid, but it still felt like a lump in his stomach. Every time he'd seen a big black dog in the ten years since Sirius disappeared, he jumped and had a panic attack. Every time it reminded him of Sirius. In a way, Sirius had never really left him; he stuck around in the form of dogs. Dogs haunted Remus. It had almost driven him mad, he'd tried to kill himself countless times in his last years at Hogwarts, but always he'd been found before the sweet release of death could capture him, as he was sure it took his lover.
Remus covered up his wrists uneasily, and turned into the market. It was crowded with people, as it generally was on a Saturday morning. He pushed his way through to the produce stands. He liked going to the open market, it was more down to earth that the huge commercial stores he saw popping up all over England. He smiled as he selected a bundle of bananas and paid for them, along with apples and oranges, and a few loaves of bread. He filled his arms with milk and cheese, bread, fruits, various vegetables, meat, until he couldn't carry anymore and decided it was time to leave. He struggled with it all the way to his street.
His street seemed dark, like a huge clump of clouds had just covered up the sun, and was blocking its rays. No one was out, now, and it cast an eerie sort of appearance on his road. He could see his house down the way, and silently thanked the gods for letting him get all the way home without spilling his groceries, but he thanked them a second too soon.
He fell hard, as apples, oranges, and a head of lettuce rolled out of his bags onto the sidewalk. His eggs were crushed, but luckily his milk had been saved.
Remus groaned and picked himself up, dusting off his trousers and straightening his shirt as he shook his head. He looked around for what had caused his accident, and suddenly he saw it; a big black dog. He should have known! Dogs had been haunting him for years; it could have been easily guessed that this was just another one of fates games.
"Stupid mutt!" he shouted, kicking at the animal but missing as it darted away from his foot, "I'm sick of you animals! I hate dogs! Leave me ALONE!" he cried, feeling the symptoms of an oncoming panic attack.
He turned and busied himself with picking up his groceries, piling them back into his arms, and feeling quite relieved when the mangy animal's stupid panting had stopped, and he knew it to be gone. He stood straight and turned around, starting back on his way to his home, cursing that foolish animal for making him trip.
"Here, let me help you," came a voice from the other side of his bags, which were now blocking his view. He gladly handed over one of the bags,
"Thank you!" he said, exasperated, "Thank you very much, you don't know how much this means to"-
He stopped mid sentence. He stared open mouthed at the person before him.
"You nearly hit me with that foot of yours," he said, with a smirking half smile as he stared at Remus.
"Sirius!" Remus shouted, and for the second time in a day, he dropped his groceries onto the ground.
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Well, there it is for the second chapter! ^_^ replies are welcome!!
References
1. http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=166699