Disclaimer – Remus Lupin and every other Harry Potter character mentioned here belongs to J.K. Rowling only. I'm just shamelessly ripping off her work… ;)
A/N – Also written for JLHufflepuff's"Lost Years of Remus Lupin" challenge on Harry Potter FanFiction Net, sharing the same motive, yet considerably shorter. So, to repeat once again, the assignment was to write a scene or more of them about Remus' pre or post Hogwarts years – basically any moment that is not directly described in the books already or that does not center primarily on his Hogwarts years.
This could, however, also be viewed as Sirius' point of view, but written as Remus-centric primarily.
I just got these two separate ideas for the same 'scene' and found myself unable to mend them together so I wrote two separate fics. I believe this one could count as a drabble while the other one is a short story.
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The Play with the Glass Pearls
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It was somewhere once said that life is as various and colorful as a play of the glass pearls.
Simple, yet glamorous and sparkling and dynamic and always different depending on the way light flashes over the finely cut glass. Blinding with its brilliance at sunlight and shimmering mystically by moonlight and pretty even when the skies are cloudy.
And at first it is played cautiously, fearful of even holding the fragile objects, the games all slow and shy. With time, one gets used to the feel of cool glass and gains more confidence to dare his game further on, along the way finding the people to play with.
However, it is sometimes difficult to convert to sharing with others for someone who had so long played alone.
But, when managed, such game becomes the most beautiful of them all and one wishes to play forever, never to stop spinning the sparkling glass, each time the games more daring.
And at those times, one is so happy, so fulfilled, for the glass sparkles the most brilliant under the lights of friendship and love.
However, there are known such occasions when one is forced to let go. Only, than it is hard, seemingly impossible to return to the dull games of loneliness, once one is used to company of others.
He must, though, for all the playmates have gone.
"…they're dead! James and Lilly are dead!..."
"…they've caught Sirius …they found out he betrayed the Potters… Sirius was the one who killed Peter…"
"…to spend the rest of his life in Azkaban…"
They once said that life is like playing with the glass pearls.
But one should be careful, though, because for those who play too much, the pearls are bound to break someday, surrounding the life in darkness that reins without the glass' shimmering sparkle.
And from such darkness, there is hardly ever a return.
A/N – This is the shortest story I've ever written in my life! I'm nothing without my descriptions so please review… I'd like to hear what you think of it…
Constructive criticism welcomed and, in fact, encouraged!