Light beats back the darkness within.
By thecategoesmoo
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A crack of light illuminated Sirius's face stirring him from his somewhat pleasant sleep. The intensity of his nightmares would differ each time but he could still taste the horror of his incarceration, the smell of rotting souls and the anguish of broken men. Each image cause more pain to resurface, each image burning his heart and soul. He sat up slowly; the tenderness of his wounds no longer plagued him as he moved. His body no longer broken, but his spirit was fractured beyond repair.
He took each step carefully, his body still adjusting to being upright. Each step caused him to summon energy he didn't know he had, but with every step he became more confidant and stable. As her reached the bottom of the stairs he caught his reflection, but for an instant he did not know the man staring back. Sirius had become scrawny, no longer a lean muscular figure his bones look ready to burst from his skin. His beard now long and shabby added the paleness that radiated through his skin, he turned away in disgust. The horror within in him had finally begun to reflect on his outer self. Suddenly he felt insecure of his looks, he couldn't show himself like this to Remus. He turned seeing the bathroom and slowly moved towards it.
Reappearing 30 minutes later, he returned to the mirror that reflected his ghostly self. Although still pale his newly trimmed beard was styled into an almost stylish goatee and he was cleaner then he had ever been in the last 12 years, but no matter how hard he scrubbed he could not wash away the stench and horror of Azkaban. I would take more then showers to remove the memories that plagued his existence. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm his nerves. His heart was beating so fast and he had never been this nervous in his whole life, but he knew the reason for this: Remus.
Looking from his book, Remus paused, his jaw literally dropping at the sight in front of him. He couldn't fully absorb what he was seeing, it was if time went backwards and they were both 18 again. Ohh how Remus wished it was true, when their biggest trouble they faced was were to go on a Saturday night or when their next essay was in.
"Sorry Remus, I borrowed some clothes. I hope you don't mind?" he whispered shyly, barely lifting his gaze from the floor. He didn't know why he could look at Remus without the butterflies in stomach causing a storm inside him.
"I…I…" Remus could not form words; Sirius was wearing a light blue t-shirt and long black jeans, which clung to him in all the right places. Even after 12 years he still had a body to die for. But as his he gaze travel down to his feet he noticed that the hole in his sock exposed his big toe; Remus chuckled to himself. Using furniture for support his whole body and soul was drawn to where Remus was sitting, slowly he made his way over to him.
Over lunch they were so at ease with each other's presence, as if the last 12 years had not parted their spirits. For hours they shared jokes and talked about all the good times, but Remus's debated whether he should talk to Sirius about what happen to him, 12 years at that place must of hurt him in ways he would never know. He studied Sirius; the way he held his cup, the little crumbs that hung from the corner of his mouth, the way he would occasionally snort when he laughed. He took a deep breath knowing what he had to do.
"Sirius….uhh…can...can I ask you something?" noticing the nervousness in Remus's voice, he paused placing the next bite of his meal on the plate. Sirius sensed what the question was and tried to prepare himself, but images plagued him, each memory flashing causing him to cringe. Dusty walls, shackles, chains, rotting flesh, each vision and smells more garish then the next, each flash sapping his strength causing the contents of his stomach to churn. He pushed his plate away.
"In…" Remus knew what he had to do, but did he have the heart to? Taking a deep breath, he knew he had to do this now or he would never again summon the courage to do so. "What happened to you in Azkaban?"
Pausing, anger suddenly over came Sirius, How could her understand? 12 years, 12 YEARS! 12 years of hell with everyone believing you murdered your best friend and tried to murder you own godson; the daily beatings, no food, no water, nobody to speak of. He slammed his fists on the table, causing Remus and the contents of the table to jump. Sirius stared Remus blankly in the face, his eyes burning with pain and hatred. A single tear fell landing on the table, as it fell Remus felt the pain of what he just asked of Sirius, and with that Sirius ran upstairs and slammed the door.
Sinking in his seat, Remus began to weep, "It was too soon, too soon"
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