Check it out! Yet three MORE replies! I rule! (Christ I'm pathetic. Excited over seven replies. Lol, my writing must REALLY suck. ^^;) Now, to those of you kind enough to reply this time... Stellar, yes, he's back... you sound OH so enthusiastic. ^^; Remus lover, I forgot to mention this I guess, but I've thrown out everything we know of what happened to the Marauders, everything. Think of it as an... alternative track. And, yes actually, I am trying to drive you crazy. MWA HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA!!! HA HA HA HA H-*hacking cough* ..._ Princess Bard, wait no more, "ofr" (to get that joke, read her reply (love ya princess, I'm only teasing ^_^) I have yet another chapter! BTW, Remus lover, what the hell is an AU? ^^; **feels foolish**
My writing is slowly decreasing. Don't run away! I know this thing had a slow start, but honestly, it IS going somewhere, I assure you. I'm thinking deatheaters or something, I don't know, maybe I'll send them to middle-earth with frodo and sam ^_^.
JK Rowling! Thanks for lending me all the characters in this story. ^_^ Oh yeah, and due to time constraints, I didn't really get a chance to proof read this so... heh... ^^;
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"Sirius!" Remus repeated, stepping backwards in shock. He stared forward, watching this man's every move. He was laughing now, mocking Remus... laughing at him! Remus frowned and stared hard at the man before him. "What's so funny?" He spat, his voice turned cold.
"You! Remus, you're falling all over yourself! Here, let me help you," he said, starting to pick up Remus's groceries again.
"Keep away!" Remus cried, stepping back yet again.
"Remus," Sirius said, his brow furrowing as he glared up at his old friend, "What is the matter with you? It's me, Sirius," he said, standing up slowly as he set the bags he held down on the concrete, "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Remus sputtered in disbelief, feeling a wave of emotions sweep over him. He suddenly felt ill. His skin grew quickly pasty as the blood rushed to his head. He steadied himself with his arms outstretched, unwilling to let himself faint before this imposter, "You're what's wrong! You- you're not Sirius Black, Sirius Black died ten years ago! He's dead... you can't be Sirius Black!" Remus fought to speak clearly, but his words were already slurred.
"Are you alright?" the man asked, a look of concern spread across his face. He took Remus by the elbow to help steady him, but Remus swatted his hand away,
"Don't touch me!" he spat. Finally he felt the ground leave him as his body toppled to the concrete. He held onto his consciousness as long as he could, watching a blurred Sirius fret over him, but slowly the world faded away, and he fell to a deep coma.
Something strange was happening. All around him there was fire, huge towers of fire and brimstone. Everything was yellowy orange, burning, fire, hot, Remus had to squint his eyes to see. He stared around; watching as stacks of magma billowed up, shooting towards the skies, but there in the flames, laid the outline of a boy. A small, scared boy, circled by fire, "NO!" Remus cried, running the length of the ledge he stood on. He had to save him; he had to get to the boy, to drag him from the flames. There was no way to get to him; he'd have to cross the fire to reach him... "I'll save you!" he cried, coming to a halt at the end of his ledge. He cried out, as a shoot of fire caught his hand, but miraculously, it did not hurt. He stared at it; turning it over before his face... his hand was completely unscathed. He stared out into the mess of fire and liquid rock, a look of reluctance on his face, "Don't go!" Remus jumped the ledge, plunging headfirst into the fire. It was
pleasantly warm, tickling his body as he hung in midair, in a stream of fire he floated peacefully. It was quite serene there in the flames, strangely beautiful as the golden tails flailed around him. He caught sight of the boy once more; hanging in the fire with him, "Wait!" he mouthed, but no sound came out. He fought to reach him, fought to grasp his hand, but he never could reach far enough. Finally, with one last stretch, their hands met, and the boy's eyes shot open. Suddenly everything good or pleasant about the fire melted away, as Remus's flesh began to boil, "NO!!!" He cried, his eyes swelling up with tears as he writhed in the flame. He caught one last glimpse of the boy, still floating quietly beside him. He was smiling. Staring at Remus and smiling...
"Remus, Remus wake up!" a voice shouted, calling from the other side. Remus pushed his eyes open.
He was in his house, on his couch, and something cold and damp was patting his face... a cloth. That man was patting his face with a damp cloth, in his house, on his couch. Remus sat up abruptly, scooting away from the man's touch, "What do you want?" he whispered, still disturbed by the strange dream.
The man looked taken aback, then frustrated, "Still you deny me," he said, his voice venomous. He stood and walked to the other side of the room, shaking his head slowly as he ran his fingers through his long black hair. He found himself by a door, and leaned on it, deliberately facing away from Remus.
Remus stared at him. He was beautiful... He really was Sirius. His long shaggy hair hung down to his shoulder, choppy, just how Sirius had always liked it. His skin was pale, but healthy, his fingers were long and slender. He wore a plain white shirt and black slacks, yet he still looked boyish. Remus studied his figure leaning against the door, and longed to call out to him... he had waited ten years to hold Sirius again, ten years to know his touch once more... He sighed and looked away.
"Get out of my house," he said, burying his face in his knees, as he drew them against his chest.
"What?"
"You heard me, leave," Remus persisted. He held back the tears he knew were fighting to fall freely, but he couldn't just let this happen. For all he knew it was just an illusion, just another dream. Sirius Black is dead.
"No."
Sirius's voice was steady, firm, although he still looked away from Remus. He too had waited those ten long years, but he wasn't going to leave again. He wasn't going to let himself disappear a second time. He turned to look at Remus, and found him hiding in his little shell. Swiftly he made his way to the couch, sitting down beside him.
"I'm not going anywhere, Remus... I know you don't really want me to leave," he said, staring at the top of Remus's head.
"But I do, Sirius."
"Well I don't want to leave."
"Why?" he spat, rising his eyes to glare at Sirius, "You didn't have any problems with it before."
Sirius fell back onto the back of the couch, rubbing his eyes furiously as he tried not to break something. "That isn't true," he said, his voice quiet, "I didn't have any choice, anyway."
"What do you mean you didn't have any choice?!" Remus shouted, jumping off the couch and stumbling into the middle of the room, "You up and left me in the middle of the night!"
"It wasn't that I wanted to, Remus! I HAD to!" Sirius cried, standing up off the couch as well.
"I don't want to hear this, just leave me alone!" Remus whimpered. He sat haphazardly onto the floor, dropping his head into his hands, "Leave me alone, Sirius."
"Remus..." Sirius whispered... He stared at his old love. He used to smile sometimes... he used to laugh and smile, and he was funny, and happy, and now look at him. Is this what he'd done? Is this what Sirius's absence had brought? Remus was broken. Sirius fell to his knees beside Remus, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, "Remus, please, don't send me away yet," he whispered.
Remus pulled away from Sirius's touch, "I won't make you leave," he said, "But if you touch me, I'll kill you."
That night Remus shut himself in his bedroom, and didn't come out.
Sirius found his way around the house. He knew where almost everything was, because he'd been watching Remus for some time now. It had taken him a long while to work up the nerve to finally bump into him on the street, but he finally had... and this is how he is greeted.
Sirius had to be honest wit himself, though. Did he really expect Remus to come crying into his arms, and for everything to be all right? No, not really. Deep down he knew that Remus would be angry with him, he just didn't really want to know it...
He sighed and poured himself a glass of orange juice, "What are you going to do with yourself, Sirius?" he said, laughing (sort of) as he leaned on the cabinet and drank it slowly.
Suddenly he heard a commotion coming from Remus's room, accompanied by muffled screams. "Remus?" he said, setting down his glass and walking slowly, cautiously towards Remus's room. A crash, and the sound of breaking glass, "Remus!" He cried.
He ran as hard as he could to the door and turned the knob, but it wouldn't turn, "Locked! Damn you Remus!"
He took a few steps back, and kicked it with everything he could. The hinges broke, and the door fell forward, crashing onto the post of Remus's bed. "Remus?!" he said frantically, but the mirror was shattered on the floor, and the window was wide open. He stood, watching the drapes swept slowly forward and backwards in the wind, "Remus..."
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AH HA HA HA HA HA!!!! XD to be continued....
My writing is slowly decreasing. Don't run away! I know this thing had a slow start, but honestly, it IS going somewhere, I assure you. I'm thinking deatheaters or something, I don't know, maybe I'll send them to middle-earth with frodo and sam ^_^.
JK Rowling! Thanks for lending me all the characters in this story. ^_^ Oh yeah, and due to time constraints, I didn't really get a chance to proof read this so... heh... ^^;
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"Sirius!" Remus repeated, stepping backwards in shock. He stared forward, watching this man's every move. He was laughing now, mocking Remus... laughing at him! Remus frowned and stared hard at the man before him. "What's so funny?" He spat, his voice turned cold.
"You! Remus, you're falling all over yourself! Here, let me help you," he said, starting to pick up Remus's groceries again.
"Keep away!" Remus cried, stepping back yet again.
"Remus," Sirius said, his brow furrowing as he glared up at his old friend, "What is the matter with you? It's me, Sirius," he said, standing up slowly as he set the bags he held down on the concrete, "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Remus sputtered in disbelief, feeling a wave of emotions sweep over him. He suddenly felt ill. His skin grew quickly pasty as the blood rushed to his head. He steadied himself with his arms outstretched, unwilling to let himself faint before this imposter, "You're what's wrong! You- you're not Sirius Black, Sirius Black died ten years ago! He's dead... you can't be Sirius Black!" Remus fought to speak clearly, but his words were already slurred.
"Are you alright?" the man asked, a look of concern spread across his face. He took Remus by the elbow to help steady him, but Remus swatted his hand away,
"Don't touch me!" he spat. Finally he felt the ground leave him as his body toppled to the concrete. He held onto his consciousness as long as he could, watching a blurred Sirius fret over him, but slowly the world faded away, and he fell to a deep coma.
Something strange was happening. All around him there was fire, huge towers of fire and brimstone. Everything was yellowy orange, burning, fire, hot, Remus had to squint his eyes to see. He stared around; watching as stacks of magma billowed up, shooting towards the skies, but there in the flames, laid the outline of a boy. A small, scared boy, circled by fire, "NO!" Remus cried, running the length of the ledge he stood on. He had to save him; he had to get to the boy, to drag him from the flames. There was no way to get to him; he'd have to cross the fire to reach him... "I'll save you!" he cried, coming to a halt at the end of his ledge. He cried out, as a shoot of fire caught his hand, but miraculously, it did not hurt. He stared at it; turning it over before his face... his hand was completely unscathed. He stared out into the mess of fire and liquid rock, a look of reluctance on his face, "Don't go!" Remus jumped the ledge, plunging headfirst into the fire. It was
pleasantly warm, tickling his body as he hung in midair, in a stream of fire he floated peacefully. It was quite serene there in the flames, strangely beautiful as the golden tails flailed around him. He caught sight of the boy once more; hanging in the fire with him, "Wait!" he mouthed, but no sound came out. He fought to reach him, fought to grasp his hand, but he never could reach far enough. Finally, with one last stretch, their hands met, and the boy's eyes shot open. Suddenly everything good or pleasant about the fire melted away, as Remus's flesh began to boil, "NO!!!" He cried, his eyes swelling up with tears as he writhed in the flame. He caught one last glimpse of the boy, still floating quietly beside him. He was smiling. Staring at Remus and smiling...
"Remus, Remus wake up!" a voice shouted, calling from the other side. Remus pushed his eyes open.
He was in his house, on his couch, and something cold and damp was patting his face... a cloth. That man was patting his face with a damp cloth, in his house, on his couch. Remus sat up abruptly, scooting away from the man's touch, "What do you want?" he whispered, still disturbed by the strange dream.
The man looked taken aback, then frustrated, "Still you deny me," he said, his voice venomous. He stood and walked to the other side of the room, shaking his head slowly as he ran his fingers through his long black hair. He found himself by a door, and leaned on it, deliberately facing away from Remus.
Remus stared at him. He was beautiful... He really was Sirius. His long shaggy hair hung down to his shoulder, choppy, just how Sirius had always liked it. His skin was pale, but healthy, his fingers were long and slender. He wore a plain white shirt and black slacks, yet he still looked boyish. Remus studied his figure leaning against the door, and longed to call out to him... he had waited ten years to hold Sirius again, ten years to know his touch once more... He sighed and looked away.
"Get out of my house," he said, burying his face in his knees, as he drew them against his chest.
"What?"
"You heard me, leave," Remus persisted. He held back the tears he knew were fighting to fall freely, but he couldn't just let this happen. For all he knew it was just an illusion, just another dream. Sirius Black is dead.
"No."
Sirius's voice was steady, firm, although he still looked away from Remus. He too had waited those ten long years, but he wasn't going to leave again. He wasn't going to let himself disappear a second time. He turned to look at Remus, and found him hiding in his little shell. Swiftly he made his way to the couch, sitting down beside him.
"I'm not going anywhere, Remus... I know you don't really want me to leave," he said, staring at the top of Remus's head.
"But I do, Sirius."
"Well I don't want to leave."
"Why?" he spat, rising his eyes to glare at Sirius, "You didn't have any problems with it before."
Sirius fell back onto the back of the couch, rubbing his eyes furiously as he tried not to break something. "That isn't true," he said, his voice quiet, "I didn't have any choice, anyway."
"What do you mean you didn't have any choice?!" Remus shouted, jumping off the couch and stumbling into the middle of the room, "You up and left me in the middle of the night!"
"It wasn't that I wanted to, Remus! I HAD to!" Sirius cried, standing up off the couch as well.
"I don't want to hear this, just leave me alone!" Remus whimpered. He sat haphazardly onto the floor, dropping his head into his hands, "Leave me alone, Sirius."
"Remus..." Sirius whispered... He stared at his old love. He used to smile sometimes... he used to laugh and smile, and he was funny, and happy, and now look at him. Is this what he'd done? Is this what Sirius's absence had brought? Remus was broken. Sirius fell to his knees beside Remus, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, "Remus, please, don't send me away yet," he whispered.
Remus pulled away from Sirius's touch, "I won't make you leave," he said, "But if you touch me, I'll kill you."
That night Remus shut himself in his bedroom, and didn't come out.
Sirius found his way around the house. He knew where almost everything was, because he'd been watching Remus for some time now. It had taken him a long while to work up the nerve to finally bump into him on the street, but he finally had... and this is how he is greeted.
Sirius had to be honest wit himself, though. Did he really expect Remus to come crying into his arms, and for everything to be all right? No, not really. Deep down he knew that Remus would be angry with him, he just didn't really want to know it...
He sighed and poured himself a glass of orange juice, "What are you going to do with yourself, Sirius?" he said, laughing (sort of) as he leaned on the cabinet and drank it slowly.
Suddenly he heard a commotion coming from Remus's room, accompanied by muffled screams. "Remus?" he said, setting down his glass and walking slowly, cautiously towards Remus's room. A crash, and the sound of breaking glass, "Remus!" He cried.
He ran as hard as he could to the door and turned the knob, but it wouldn't turn, "Locked! Damn you Remus!"
He took a few steps back, and kicked it with everything he could. The hinges broke, and the door fell forward, crashing onto the post of Remus's bed. "Remus?!" he said frantically, but the mirror was shattered on the floor, and the window was wide open. He stood, watching the drapes swept slowly forward and backwards in the wind, "Remus..."
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AH HA HA HA HA HA!!!! XD to be continued....