September
By Oscura
Warning - contains slash. Disclaimer - I do not own or make any money from these characters, they are the property of JK Rowling.
At the station he is white as paper, with huge bruised shadows under his grey eyes. And he's alone, which is a good thing, as it means you can take him in your arms immediately, not waiting even a second. You've always been impatient. But you'd never touch Sirius in front of his parents, for fear of what they might do. To him, next time you aren't there to protect him.
He's thin and rather hollow about the face; his cheekbones - which you've always loved, gazed at, caressed with your brown hands - are too prominent now. This is probably the closest to ugly Sirius has ever been (and he's still the most beautiful boy in the station). But he's a caricature of heroin chic, and you want to lift him in your arms and carry him - Sirius looks. diminished. Frail He's too precious, too much loved - you think - to walk about the earth like other people.
He's very still in your arms, which is unusual. Normally - although with Sirius "normal" is a highly relative term - he is always moving, shaking with anger or ecstasy, laughter or tears; talking fast, singing high and clear and wild, outdoing everyone (except you, which is why he loves you, you believe) in vibrancy.
So you hold him very close and steady while Remus and Peter lift his trunk into the train; guide him like a child into the compartment. Remus joins Lily Evans to discuss their Runes homework, and Peter wanders off in search of a chocolate frog, so Sirius curls up like a cat at your side, lays his head (ever-so-lightly) on your shoulder, and sleeps. Because with you there, there will be no nightmares.
Warning - contains slash. Disclaimer - I do not own or make any money from these characters, they are the property of JK Rowling.
At the station he is white as paper, with huge bruised shadows under his grey eyes. And he's alone, which is a good thing, as it means you can take him in your arms immediately, not waiting even a second. You've always been impatient. But you'd never touch Sirius in front of his parents, for fear of what they might do. To him, next time you aren't there to protect him.
He's thin and rather hollow about the face; his cheekbones - which you've always loved, gazed at, caressed with your brown hands - are too prominent now. This is probably the closest to ugly Sirius has ever been (and he's still the most beautiful boy in the station). But he's a caricature of heroin chic, and you want to lift him in your arms and carry him - Sirius looks. diminished. Frail He's too precious, too much loved - you think - to walk about the earth like other people.
He's very still in your arms, which is unusual. Normally - although with Sirius "normal" is a highly relative term - he is always moving, shaking with anger or ecstasy, laughter or tears; talking fast, singing high and clear and wild, outdoing everyone (except you, which is why he loves you, you believe) in vibrancy.
So you hold him very close and steady while Remus and Peter lift his trunk into the train; guide him like a child into the compartment. Remus joins Lily Evans to discuss their Runes homework, and Peter wanders off in search of a chocolate frog, so Sirius curls up like a cat at your side, lays his head (ever-so-lightly) on your shoulder, and sleeps. Because with you there, there will be no nightmares.