Round IX of Ficlette Fiasco II -- a Harry/Remus ficlette in Inevitable land.
A Remus/Harry ficlette for the Ficlette Fiasco II. (master list found here)
Once Upon a Twilight
by Mhalachai
Disclaimer: JKRowling owns all things Harry Potter. Laurell K. Hamilton owns all things Anita Blake. I am but borrowing the characters for a brief time and shall return them intact at the end.
Summary: For anonymous, Remus and Richard's pack. Set in the Inevitable universe, in the future at an unspecified date.
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Remus Lupin was nervous.
No, nervous didn't quite cover it. He also was panicking, terrified and anxious on top of his nervousness. It was almost unseemly in a man of his stature and advancing years. But still....
Beside him in the still automobile, Harry gave him an encouraging smile. "It'll be fine, trust me," he said easily.
"You don't know that," Remus contradicted.
"I do know that." Harry slapped Remus on the shoulder, then slid out from behind the wheel. "You're my guest and so everyone will be nice to you."
Remus shook his head, the pull of the moon burning in his guts. Soon, he would change. Soon, he would become the animal that always lurked in his head.
Harry rounded the car and opened Remus's door. "The change is easier when you're with pack," Harry said.
"They're not my pack," Remus said, tight-lipped. He stood up in these strange-fitting muggle clothes, hoping desperately he wouldn't embarrass himself by shifting early.
"But they invited you here," Harry reminded him. "Richard said it was all good, and Jason wanted you to come."
"What about Anita?" Remus asked involuntarily. Each meeting with the intense necromancer had left its mark on Remus, sometimes mental, some physical.
Harry shrugged as they trudged into the woods. "Anita understood why I wanted you here," he finally said. "She's okay with it." Harry paused and breathed in the forest air. "Come on," he urged Remus playfully. "Run with me."
The boy... no, the young man, took off into the woods, and Remus had no choice but to follow. The trees flashed by, details sharpened in the twilight. Remus had tried for years to convince himself that it was all right to feel this affinity with nature, but when he was alone on the night of the moon, he always fought it.
Tonight, there was no fight. Others joined Remus and Harry on their dash over the forest floor, but it was right. They were like him, these people. Human, but not. Animal, but not. But they were complete.
They spilled out into a clearing full of werewolves, some shifted, some not. A man sat on a throne-shaped stone, power radiating off him. It felt safe, like home, and Remus came to a halt in front of that man, Harry at his side.
For the first time since he'd been slashed by Fenrir Greyback, Remus knew that finally, he belonged.
Once Upon a Twilight
by Mhalachai
Disclaimer: JKRowling owns all things Harry Potter. Laurell K. Hamilton owns all things Anita Blake. I am but borrowing the characters for a brief time and shall return them intact at the end.
Summary: For anonymous, Remus and Richard's pack. Set in the Inevitable universe, in the future at an unspecified date.
~~*~~
Remus Lupin was nervous.
No, nervous didn't quite cover it. He also was panicking, terrified and anxious on top of his nervousness. It was almost unseemly in a man of his stature and advancing years. But still....
Beside him in the still automobile, Harry gave him an encouraging smile. "It'll be fine, trust me," he said easily.
"You don't know that," Remus contradicted.
"I do know that." Harry slapped Remus on the shoulder, then slid out from behind the wheel. "You're my guest and so everyone will be nice to you."
Remus shook his head, the pull of the moon burning in his guts. Soon, he would change. Soon, he would become the animal that always lurked in his head.
Harry rounded the car and opened Remus's door. "The change is easier when you're with pack," Harry said.
"They're not my pack," Remus said, tight-lipped. He stood up in these strange-fitting muggle clothes, hoping desperately he wouldn't embarrass himself by shifting early.
"But they invited you here," Harry reminded him. "Richard said it was all good, and Jason wanted you to come."
"What about Anita?" Remus asked involuntarily. Each meeting with the intense necromancer had left its mark on Remus, sometimes mental, some physical.
Harry shrugged as they trudged into the woods. "Anita understood why I wanted you here," he finally said. "She's okay with it." Harry paused and breathed in the forest air. "Come on," he urged Remus playfully. "Run with me."
The boy... no, the young man, took off into the woods, and Remus had no choice but to follow. The trees flashed by, details sharpened in the twilight. Remus had tried for years to convince himself that it was all right to feel this affinity with nature, but when he was alone on the night of the moon, he always fought it.
Tonight, there was no fight. Others joined Remus and Harry on their dash over the forest floor, but it was right. They were like him, these people. Human, but not. Animal, but not. But they were complete.
They spilled out into a clearing full of werewolves, some shifted, some not. A man sat on a throne-shaped stone, power radiating off him. It felt safe, like home, and Remus came to a halt in front of that man, Harry at his side.
For the first time since he'd been slashed by Fenrir Greyback, Remus knew that finally, he belonged.