Drabble Three!
Drabble Number Three! Requested by godricgal....first and finished third, my apologies:(
502 words, featuring our beloved R/T and the prompt 'grateful'. Remus calls in a favor on the great beyond, and has to make good. Rated PG for language!
Remus had never really believed in any god, and only believed in the afterlife for the sake of two- now three friends. In thirty-six years of living, he had never prayed for anything until he found himself on his knees, on the cold marble floor of a room filled with injured children and panicked adults.
She was white as the floor was black, getting colder every second, that funny bright hair strung across her face. They, he and Alastor Moody, had been frantically trying to revive her for ten minutes now; her pulse flickered in and out faintly, sometimes stopping completely despite the spells they used. Remus got up and walked away, his hands shaking too much to be of anymore help. Nobody noticed him climbing the dais in the center of the room, even when he walked right up to the arch. He reached out a trembling hand and pressed it against the stone, shocked to find that it was warm, as if it stood out in the sun all day.
He didn't know who he was talking to, and didn't much care at this point. He had heard the voices, little whispering voices that were eerie, beckoning- there was nothing left for him to do but talk back.
"Don't take her, please don't take her, I'll do anything, I promise." He took one deep breath, then another, waiting for anything, ready to step through the arch himself...Until he heard a familiar shriek behind him, a girl's angry voice yelling his name. The sigh on his lips turned to a terrified, exhausted smile of gratitude.
"REMUS, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? GET DOWN FROM THERE, YOU GREAT BLOODY IDIOT!"
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Tonks was in the kitchen with him, carefully putting away dishes from lunch, when he got the letter from the head of the Order.
"You said 'anything', Remus. You promised, remember?" It was a still, small voice, at first thinking it was the autumn breeze in the window catching in the curtains, but he could hear it as clearly as he could Tonks singing to the radio.
"While Lupin read a book on Marx, the Order practiced in the park, and we sang dirges in the dark..." The girl laughed, tossing her funny bright hair, and winked at him.
"You promised."
"I remember." He murmured, folding the letter and putting it in his pocket, knowing that he had to do what was asked of him.
"Who are you talking to?" She smiled at him curiously, sitting in his lap.
"I don't know." It was an honest answer, and she didn't question him further, but grinned and brushed his hair from his forehead, then planted a kiss on his nose. He caught her chin in his hand and kissed her lips, sitting at the kitchen table in a square of warm sunshine; a moment he would have traded his soul for, if he'd not have already sold it.
502 words, featuring our beloved R/T and the prompt 'grateful'. Remus calls in a favor on the great beyond, and has to make good. Rated PG for language!
Remus had never really believed in any god, and only believed in the afterlife for the sake of two- now three friends. In thirty-six years of living, he had never prayed for anything until he found himself on his knees, on the cold marble floor of a room filled with injured children and panicked adults.
She was white as the floor was black, getting colder every second, that funny bright hair strung across her face. They, he and Alastor Moody, had been frantically trying to revive her for ten minutes now; her pulse flickered in and out faintly, sometimes stopping completely despite the spells they used. Remus got up and walked away, his hands shaking too much to be of anymore help. Nobody noticed him climbing the dais in the center of the room, even when he walked right up to the arch. He reached out a trembling hand and pressed it against the stone, shocked to find that it was warm, as if it stood out in the sun all day.
He didn't know who he was talking to, and didn't much care at this point. He had heard the voices, little whispering voices that were eerie, beckoning- there was nothing left for him to do but talk back.
"Don't take her, please don't take her, I'll do anything, I promise." He took one deep breath, then another, waiting for anything, ready to step through the arch himself...Until he heard a familiar shriek behind him, a girl's angry voice yelling his name. The sigh on his lips turned to a terrified, exhausted smile of gratitude.
"REMUS, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? GET DOWN FROM THERE, YOU GREAT BLOODY IDIOT!"
-
Tonks was in the kitchen with him, carefully putting away dishes from lunch, when he got the letter from the head of the Order.
"You said 'anything', Remus. You promised, remember?" It was a still, small voice, at first thinking it was the autumn breeze in the window catching in the curtains, but he could hear it as clearly as he could Tonks singing to the radio.
"While Lupin read a book on Marx, the Order practiced in the park, and we sang dirges in the dark..." The girl laughed, tossing her funny bright hair, and winked at him.
"You promised."
"I remember." He murmured, folding the letter and putting it in his pocket, knowing that he had to do what was asked of him.
"Who are you talking to?" She smiled at him curiously, sitting in his lap.
"I don't know." It was an honest answer, and she didn't question him further, but grinned and brushed his hair from his forehead, then planted a kiss on his nose. He caught her chin in his hand and kissed her lips, sitting at the kitchen table in a square of warm sunshine; a moment he would have traded his soul for, if he'd not have already sold it.