Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Beauty
Where do we find beauty?
In the rolling green hills of the countryside, lush and verdant, wild bushes and uncoordinated flowers, untouched and natural land undulating across the downs into the fragile mists of the moors?
In the deep blue of the sky where a thousand hopes and dreams, sighs and wishes are in sight, where stars will become visible, intangible beacons of hope, a symbol of the unknown that confronts all down on earth?
In the innocent animals that gamble and frolic like simple babes in the woods, the coos and squawks, barks and snorting that lend a perfect soundtrack to the lives of billions?
When Remus dreams, he dreams of beauty.
He dreams not of the beauty of the pretty, the wise, the famous, the successful. He dreams of the beauty of those who accept themselves and do not strive for more. The beauty of children, black, white, male, female, ugly, handsome, before they learn to discriminate and envy. He dreams of the beauty of old houses, eyesores to many, yet the dream of one who saw past all the fashions and phases. He dreams of creatures so hideous that humans kill them without a thought, not knowing that these creatures have more beauty than any human because they are what they are and have no wish to change.
Remus dreams of this world of beauty where lycanthropy isn't feared or admired, a curse or a blessing, where it simply is and no one questions it. Where the wolf lives in harmony with the human to simply be a whole, no pain, no fighting. Neither has more beauty, together they form something natural.
Remus finds very few people with beauty. No one is ever satisfied with what they are. His lover is his antithesis, a woman who changes her looks every day. He does not find her beautiful but he accepts what he has.
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This is my first published fan fiction, constructive criticism is welcomed.
