Title: Redemption
Author: bookworm835
Category(s): Drama/Angst
Summary: Short song ficlet to Switchfoot's song Redemption. Remus Lupin's thoughts during the full moon. R&R!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Switchfoot.
A/N: Short. That's all I can say. Oh wait, no, I can say this too -- cheesy. A cheesy, short song ficlet! Isn't it exciting?? Anyways, please please PLEASE read and review. No flames for this cuz I already know it sucks...
Four A.M., two hours to go
I'm wearing out a lonely glow.
The wolf howled towards the full luminous white orb hanging in the dark black sea of sky beyond the shattered windows. Stars twinkled down at him. He didn't see them; he didn't care about them. He only knew his hunger for flesh and thirst for blood. Yet... in the back of his mind, he could picture three human boys' faces... James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. They were so distant but so very clear....
I miss you more than I could know.
Here I am, here I am,
Won't you get me?
A human voice echoed in the back of the wolf's brain, making no sense whatsoever. "You're evil, just wrong!" the voice -- a young boy's -- shouted angrily. The wolf snorted and continued its hunt. "You've killed!" the voice continued. "You're a murderer! You're not me! Give me control... GIVE ME CONTROL!"
The wolf snarled. The boy was growing to be a nuisance. The wolf trotted to a near a battered bulky contraption that the humans used for sitting. He sniffed it hopefuly but abandoned it. He was trapped inside of the broken-down shack.
I've got my hand in redemption's side
Whose scars are bigger than these doubts of mine.
I'll fit all of these monstrosities inside
And I'll come alive.
Remus Lupin had gone to school a nervous, quiet, sickly child. He was surprised when he actually made friends. He had expected to go through his seven years at Hogwarts alone, because of his condition. He was a lycanthrope, or to put it more plainly, a werewolf... and he was running out of excuses of where he went once every month.
With my fist down at your feet
I was running out of mysteries.
Insecure and incomplete, here I am, here I am,
Won't you get me?
Lupin was afraid that if his friends realized what he was, they wouldn't want to be his friend anymore. Not many people trusted werewolves, no matter if you were a wizard or a witch or a muggle, pureblood or muggle-born or half-born or squib, whether you were from the past or the present or the not-too-distant future.
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me, worn me.
Suddenly, the wolf froze. The moon was sinking behind the valley beyond the castle that towered only a very few miles away. The wolf's legs began shaking. His silver-streaked maroon fur was shrinking back and smoothing into pallid skin. The creaking of his bones shifting inside of him was drowned out by the creaking of the old building's walls. After a long anguish-filled moment, Remus was back to normal, if you could call it that, trembling on the ground. He slowly rose and brushed dust off of his robes shakily then made his way down the dark dirt tunnel. "I'll tell them later," he said to himself.
END