This fic will eventually have four parts (Winter, Spring, Summer, and
Autumn), and each part will be made up of three months.
Warnings: Pre-slash (Remus/Sirius) Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. I'm just playing with them for a bit.
Twelve By Elise
A. Winter
1. January
Sirius comes back from the winter holidays jumping at shadows and shying away from touch. He shivers even in the warmth of a fire, and sometimes he screams out in his sleep, but in his unconscious terror he reverts to Gaelic and you cannot understand the shadows that plague his mind.
You wonder, briefly and guiltily, if he will come to you on the full moon, but you never should have doubted. Padfoot is there, calm and warm, by your side, the canine form bringing him the peace that the boy cannot find.
James worries, because although Sirius has done this many times before, the nightmares are worse, the screams louder, the listlessness and edginess greater than before. He knows Sirius inside and out, but he cannot decipher this darkness that seems to run through his veins.
You have a slightly better idea, but you will not ask-not now, when the wound is still fresh and bleeding shadows like others bleed blood. You will know the time when it comes. It may be a while before he will come to you.
2. February
Weeks go by, and he smiles again, bright and sunny, and you suspect it is false but don't say anything. The snow falls for three days straight, and refuses to melt for a week and a half after. Sirius and James put their pent-up energy to good use, and, along with you and Peter, play malicious pranks on Snape and bask in the golden laughter of your housemates.
You look at Sirius, sometimes, and wonder just what goes on in that head of his. He is a beautiful mess of contradictions-shadow and sun, panic and calm, ice and fire. You think that if you were so self-contradicting, you would get lost in your own head.
You don't realize Sirius thinks the same about you.
3. March
All four of you are studying in the library, and he dozes off, his head cradled in crossed arms and his hair falling in a tangled mess, obscuring his face. You look at James and Peter, and none of you wake him. He still doesn't sleep well, though the nightmares are less frequent.
You are reading over the final version of your Charms essay when he jerks, still asleep. A muffled cry is released in his throat, but James shakes him roughly awake before the nightmare progresses.
"Sirius. Sirius, wake up!"
He sits up suddenly, eyes bleary with sleep but wild with panic. His gaze darts from James to Peter to you, but he won't meet any of your eyes. He exhales sharply, shakily, pale and anxious and exhausted in the darkening library. One last wide, wild-eyed glare, and he is gone.
Warnings: Pre-slash (Remus/Sirius) Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. I'm just playing with them for a bit.
Twelve By Elise
A. Winter
1. January
Sirius comes back from the winter holidays jumping at shadows and shying away from touch. He shivers even in the warmth of a fire, and sometimes he screams out in his sleep, but in his unconscious terror he reverts to Gaelic and you cannot understand the shadows that plague his mind.
You wonder, briefly and guiltily, if he will come to you on the full moon, but you never should have doubted. Padfoot is there, calm and warm, by your side, the canine form bringing him the peace that the boy cannot find.
James worries, because although Sirius has done this many times before, the nightmares are worse, the screams louder, the listlessness and edginess greater than before. He knows Sirius inside and out, but he cannot decipher this darkness that seems to run through his veins.
You have a slightly better idea, but you will not ask-not now, when the wound is still fresh and bleeding shadows like others bleed blood. You will know the time when it comes. It may be a while before he will come to you.
2. February
Weeks go by, and he smiles again, bright and sunny, and you suspect it is false but don't say anything. The snow falls for three days straight, and refuses to melt for a week and a half after. Sirius and James put their pent-up energy to good use, and, along with you and Peter, play malicious pranks on Snape and bask in the golden laughter of your housemates.
You look at Sirius, sometimes, and wonder just what goes on in that head of his. He is a beautiful mess of contradictions-shadow and sun, panic and calm, ice and fire. You think that if you were so self-contradicting, you would get lost in your own head.
You don't realize Sirius thinks the same about you.
3. March
All four of you are studying in the library, and he dozes off, his head cradled in crossed arms and his hair falling in a tangled mess, obscuring his face. You look at James and Peter, and none of you wake him. He still doesn't sleep well, though the nightmares are less frequent.
You are reading over the final version of your Charms essay when he jerks, still asleep. A muffled cry is released in his throat, but James shakes him roughly awake before the nightmare progresses.
"Sirius. Sirius, wake up!"
He sits up suddenly, eyes bleary with sleep but wild with panic. His gaze darts from James to Peter to you, but he won't meet any of your eyes. He exhales sharply, shakily, pale and anxious and exhausted in the darkening library. One last wide, wild-eyed glare, and he is gone.