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Summary : This story, if you can even call it that, was based on a scene in Order of the Phoenix, after Sirius had the run-in with Severus and learned of Harry's Occlumency lessons.
Inconsistencies
Sirius Black loved the aura that stirred about Remus J. Lupin when he walked into a room. That aura would rush over Sirius and when he felt himself crumbling with the inconsistencies of his world, those hidden parts of Lupin would surge through his body. They alone seemed able to mend his constantly frayed nerves, and they alone quietly soothed his most fervid tempers, hatreds and fears.
The aura danced around Lupin's tattered robe hem then, like a sorrowful revery, as Sirius stood before him in the darkened glow of the familiar kitchen. Sirius moved angrily, his hands clutched fiercely. He would shift with malevolence on occasion, his eyes completely black with suppressed rage.
Lupin listened to Sirius in his same contemplative way, as he always had done before. He reflected on the plight of Harry and Occlumency lessons, but refused to comment on the tirade about Severus Snape with anything more than an airy chuckle of agreement. Lupin let Sirius fume, for an hour it seemed, offering only small fragments of consolation when Sirius stopped for a breath or closed his eyes to sigh deeply.
Those sighs of Sirius grew more tremulous as the anger started to leak from his limbs. He sat wearily next to Lupin and stared into the fireplace at the last flickering embers. Lupin's shadowy fingers danced over Sirius's still clenched fist in the silence, and Sirius smiled slightly, grasping at the cooler, pallid hand with urgency.
Everything was changing and Sirius, above all else, was desperate for something to rely on. Behind that indifferently cold shell, he was always anxious, always scared. He would rather be chased by all the dementors in the world, than be stuck in the House of Black that whispered curses and secrets into his ears as he slept. He wanted to laugh without fear of laughing, he wanted to walk the streets openly. He wanted Harry to stop having visions.
He wanted to feel that type of calm he always felt with Lupin by his side. Pressing Lupin's hand against his taut lips, Sirius continued to stare into the blackened hearth in front of him.
Summary : This story, if you can even call it that, was based on a scene in Order of the Phoenix, after Sirius had the run-in with Severus and learned of Harry's Occlumency lessons.
Inconsistencies
Sirius Black loved the aura that stirred about Remus J. Lupin when he walked into a room. That aura would rush over Sirius and when he felt himself crumbling with the inconsistencies of his world, those hidden parts of Lupin would surge through his body. They alone seemed able to mend his constantly frayed nerves, and they alone quietly soothed his most fervid tempers, hatreds and fears.
The aura danced around Lupin's tattered robe hem then, like a sorrowful revery, as Sirius stood before him in the darkened glow of the familiar kitchen. Sirius moved angrily, his hands clutched fiercely. He would shift with malevolence on occasion, his eyes completely black with suppressed rage.
Lupin listened to Sirius in his same contemplative way, as he always had done before. He reflected on the plight of Harry and Occlumency lessons, but refused to comment on the tirade about Severus Snape with anything more than an airy chuckle of agreement. Lupin let Sirius fume, for an hour it seemed, offering only small fragments of consolation when Sirius stopped for a breath or closed his eyes to sigh deeply.
Those sighs of Sirius grew more tremulous as the anger started to leak from his limbs. He sat wearily next to Lupin and stared into the fireplace at the last flickering embers. Lupin's shadowy fingers danced over Sirius's still clenched fist in the silence, and Sirius smiled slightly, grasping at the cooler, pallid hand with urgency.
Everything was changing and Sirius, above all else, was desperate for something to rely on. Behind that indifferently cold shell, he was always anxious, always scared. He would rather be chased by all the dementors in the world, than be stuck in the House of Black that whispered curses and secrets into his ears as he slept. He wanted to laugh without fear of laughing, he wanted to walk the streets openly. He wanted Harry to stop having visions.
He wanted to feel that type of calm he always felt with Lupin by his side. Pressing Lupin's hand against his taut lips, Sirius continued to stare into the blackened hearth in front of him.