For some reason, the most absurd Muggle song drifted into his head, as he briefly
lifted his eyes to survey the room. It was a dive, for wizard's standards -
for Muggle standards- hell, even for a hag or a werewolf like him. There was
no denying it.So Remus Lupin didn't exactly disagree when he randomly thought about that line
from that one musical, years and years ago: "its just a noisy hall, where
there's a nightly brawl"
And all that Jazz, he muttered to himself.
The War had been over for five years. Everyone had finally picked up the pieces
and moved on. Everyone, that is, except Lupin. And why was that?
Lupin glared angrily at the cold gin in his glass.
Because he was a piece, not a person; and everyone who would have picked him
up when they went about picking up all the rest of the pieces was dead.
Sirius... gone.
Dumbledore... gone.
Severus... gone.
Father Dip had his sax out, and was playing the blues again.
And that's when Lupin felt the heavy hand touch his shoulder, and the rich
voice of a young man say in his ear "Remus Lupin." For one terrifying
second, Lupin thought perhaps it was a guard from the Werewolf Registry -finally
tracked him down - but then he realized that the voice had been warm, and excited,
and familiar.He turned his head slowly, utterly sure that only his dreams would be this surreal.
Harry Potter.
The Boy Who Hadn't Died, But Might As Well Have Since He Left Me Just Like Everyone Else Did.
Lupin drained the rest of his glass. Harry's green eyes were watching him fiercely, an odd expression lurking at the edge of his lips - oh Merlin, his beautiful lips - and Lupin jerked his eyes back to his empty glass in order to keep himself from looking too longingly at the absolutely gorgeous man Harry had become.
"Do you know how long I've been trying to track you down!" Harry's
voice was... excited?
"After the War... things were pretty much all shaken apart." Lupin
was -dear lord- mumbling. This had to be the most undignified moment of his
filfthy life. "I had to try to make a new start...somewhere."
Harry raised an eyebrow, turning his eyes quizzically around the hovel. "This
is a new start?"
He almost laughed out loud. Then he leaned in, close...very close. Lupin could
feel the heat from his body.
"Come on babe." Harry's voice said, "let's blow this joint."
He didn't need to say it twice. "Start the car... and all that jazz." Lupin muttered to himself, as he followed The Boy Who Had Finally Found Him out to a new life.