Title: I know the sun will rise
Author: Shampoo
Disclaimers: As you all know: I don't own anybody of the original HP-Stories, everything I own is the plot and eventual new characters.
Warning: SLASH!!!
Pairing(s): RL/SB, JP/LE
A/N: (1) This is my very first fic. (2) This is also my first fic in English, and I want to apologize for my bad English -__-*. But I kept reading so many fics, that I simply couldn't resist the itching in my fingers to write something too ^_^.
(3) I'm really bad when it comes to titles, and the title of this story only came to my mind, because it's a line of a song that I was listening to when I was writing this ^_~*.
Chapter 1
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Wandering alone - Prologue
Remus Lupin was lying on the floor of the attic, where he usually lived when he was at home. His parents locked him up there, denying they had a son, inable to accept that their son was cursed. His father has beaten him up again, as usual when he was drunk and in a bad mood. He came up to let off his anger and frustrations. The werewolf was trembling on his whole body because of the pain. He felt the blood on the tracks the belt had left on his back and the bruises on his face, arms and legs were burning like fire. A part of him wanted to cry out loud, but he knew there was no sense of doing this at all, so he tried to control himself.
'Damned holidays... damned world... DAMNED EVERYTHING!!! Oh, how I'd LOVE to be with Padfoot and Prongs and Wormtail now... But I can't! These ... would never let me go... run away... climb out of the window... Standing in front of Padfoots door... It would be... Heaven! If I just could go...'
Remus stood up slowly, trying to forget the pain, and walked through the room to a trunk wich contained an old violin and some books of music. He discovered it several years ago when he was terribly bored and he started playing. There was also a book for very beginners, so he taught himself how to play [1]. At first it sounded horrible, and he was glad his parents silenced and secured the room long time ago, for nobody noticing he as around, but after a time he advanced and he became quite good. At home (he didn't felt home there at all) this was the only thing to make him forget his sorrow.
The boy took the instrument carefully out of it's case, tuned it and then he started improvising. The melodys flew out of his fingers like the tears that finally could get out. He had no idea how long he had been playing, when in his mind a plan was getting clearer and clearer. He would go away. He would go to Sirius. Padfoot. Just climb out of the window, slide down the roof... well, it was quite dangerous, but... Better than staying here.
These hopeful thoughts turned the first aggressive, almost brutal sounds of the instrument into a calm and tender melody.
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By the time it grew darker and darker, and Remus was packing his stuff into a huge backpack, worrying about how to take the violin with him. This was the first time he had the urge to take it with him. He learned to love it so much in this summer, that he just wasn't able to leave it back. But he didn't wanted his friends to know that he played. The teen couldn't tell why, he just... didn't wanted them to. After having everything ready he opened the window and squeezed himself out of the tiny window.
'One time I'm thankful to you ... for don't giving me almost anything to eat...' he thought almost grinning a little bit, although it wasn't funny at all. To be honest, he was starving, and often he felt almost to weak to stand because of the lack of food.
He stood securely on the projection in front of the window, trying to get his backpack out without making too much noise. As he finally made it he started climbing down carefully and nd landed on the floor silently. Then he started running until he was hidden in the woods, then he went walking calm.
'I'm so glad, that Sirius lives... well, not near, but I should get there today in the evening
or at least tomorrow morning if I keep my pace more ore less... I hope he's there... He just has to be there...'
Remus kept walking without allowing himself to take almost any break for hours and hours. The sun had already risen high the next day, birds were singing and it was a simply beautiful day, but the werewolf didn't notice it. He was so tired and also far away from a good condition that he almost couldn't carry on. The only thing that gave him the energy of getting further was the thought of being with his friends soon. After another couple of hours, the teen has lost any feeling of time, when it was dark already, the teen finally arrived in the small town near London where Sirius lived. He had to concentrate on every step, he was out of any energy, he hadn't eaten for 2 days now, drank only a few sips of water from a small brook, and he felt really ill. If he only knew... where the house exactly was...
But well, even an unlucky person like him has to have some luck sometimes, and much sooner than he had expected, he was standing in front of a big, beautiful house with a huge garden, and above the doorbell there stood 'BLACK' in beautiful letters. Remus let out a big sigh of relief.
*****
"MOONY!" he heard Sirius familiar voice crying loud and very happyly. That was the last thing he perceived, then he tumbled down and passed out.
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[1] I know perfectly well by my own experience, that it's hardly impossible to teach yourself playing instruments like violin by yourself, but I liked the idea of Remus having a distraction of this kind a lot. I know, that playing music can be so... releaving... Sorry, I'm talking too much again ~__~*.
