Landed Part III
Title: Landed Part III
Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Rating: Still G.
Disclaimer: I'm not sure this makes any difference saying this, but unfortunately - not mine.
Summary: Lie Low At Lupins era. Really people, keep commenting and I'm likely to forget to get married in December.
Landed part III
'No…no..no….Ah…..AGH…..NO….PLEASE……..NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'
Remus startled awake, his hand reaching instinctively for his wand. As he remembered where he was and who he was with he cast a soft light in the room.
‘Sirius,’ he said. Sirius was sitting bolt upright on the settee, his eyes wide and white in the gloom.
‘Sirius, it’s alright. It must have been a dream. You’re safe now.’ Sirius’ eyes, still frightened and unblinking, refocused on Remus’ face.
‘Harry,’ he said.
‘Harry’s still at school, Sirius. It’s alright. He’s fine.’ Remus was beginning to feel the impossible crick in his neck and shoulders.
‘Vol… tried to kill him. Dead. And the other one.’ Sirius was clutching, white fisted, to the edge of the settee.
‘What? What are you on about? Harry’s safe at school.’
‘No. The third task. It was a set up. The other kid. Murdered. Harry was…was….’
‘He’s safe now though, yes?’ said Remus, an urgency filling his voice.
‘Yes,’ said Sirius still looking dazed. ‘Dumbledore has him.’
Remus got to his feet and turned several lamps on in the room. Sleep had made him cold and he knelt down to coax the fire into life again.
‘Tell me everything. I will contact the school when it gets light and ask after Harry. I’m sure he’s fine. They won’t let him out of their sight now. Not after something like this.’
Sirius had drawn his feet up onto the settee and was holding them close to his chest, eyes still bright and nervous.
‘Sirius?’ said Remus. ‘Oh, come on. It’s alright. You’re safe now too. Take your time.’
Remus was desperate to hear that Harry was alright and what had gone so dreadfully wrong. He’d been horrified to read in the Prophet that his best friend’s son had been chosen to take part in the Tri Wizard tournament. He was far too young and Remus had been angry that the ministry had not stepped in. He’d written a letter to Fudge, for what it was worth, but his status as werewolf had rendered that a pointless exercise. Maybe if they had listened to him none of this would have happened. Whatever had happened, Sirius wasn’t really making much sense and Remus knew better than to push a man who was obviously in a precarious emotional state. Remus sat down on the settee next to him.
‘Would you like some tea?’ He kicked himself at the cliché. Back in school and faced with Sirius in this condition, Remus would have wrapped his arms around him and let him sleep or cry or whatever he needed to do. But thirteen long aching years stretched between them.
‘Tea, yes. I haven’t had tea,’ Sirius answered after a pause.
‘Right then,’ said Remus, pushing himself off the settee. ‘You must be hungry. I’ll get you some toast as well.’
It was a quarter to three in the morning and by all rights Remus should have been exhausted, but as he put the kettle on to boil and started pottering around in the kitchen, he felt more awake than he had done in twelve months. He returned to the living room with buttery toast and a steaming mug of tea laced with calming honey and hot milk.
‘Come on then. This will make you feel a bit better,’ he said. But Sirius lay fast asleep, curled tight in a ball on the floor next to the glowing embers, looking for all the world like the dog he was. It seemed he’d forgotten to transform into Padfoot though and so Remus covered him in the soft woollen blanket and gently lifted his head to place a cushion underneath it. He sat down on the floor with the tea and toast and started to eat and drink. He’d not get back to sleep again tonight. Not after hearing that there’d been a murder at Hogwarts and that Harry had been in danger. Not after Voldemort. And not while he sat next to Sirius Black, feeling more alive than he’d felt in over a decade.
part IV
Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Rating: Still G.
Disclaimer: I'm not sure this makes any difference saying this, but unfortunately - not mine.
Summary: Lie Low At Lupins era. Really people, keep commenting and I'm likely to forget to get married in December.
Landed part III
'No…no..no….Ah…..AGH…..NO….PLEASE……..NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'
Remus startled awake, his hand reaching instinctively for his wand. As he remembered where he was and who he was with he cast a soft light in the room.
‘Sirius,’ he said. Sirius was sitting bolt upright on the settee, his eyes wide and white in the gloom.
‘Sirius, it’s alright. It must have been a dream. You’re safe now.’ Sirius’ eyes, still frightened and unblinking, refocused on Remus’ face.
‘Harry,’ he said.
‘Harry’s still at school, Sirius. It’s alright. He’s fine.’ Remus was beginning to feel the impossible crick in his neck and shoulders.
‘Vol… tried to kill him. Dead. And the other one.’ Sirius was clutching, white fisted, to the edge of the settee.
‘What? What are you on about? Harry’s safe at school.’
‘No. The third task. It was a set up. The other kid. Murdered. Harry was…was….’
‘He’s safe now though, yes?’ said Remus, an urgency filling his voice.
‘Yes,’ said Sirius still looking dazed. ‘Dumbledore has him.’
Remus got to his feet and turned several lamps on in the room. Sleep had made him cold and he knelt down to coax the fire into life again.
‘Tell me everything. I will contact the school when it gets light and ask after Harry. I’m sure he’s fine. They won’t let him out of their sight now. Not after something like this.’
Sirius had drawn his feet up onto the settee and was holding them close to his chest, eyes still bright and nervous.
‘Sirius?’ said Remus. ‘Oh, come on. It’s alright. You’re safe now too. Take your time.’
Remus was desperate to hear that Harry was alright and what had gone so dreadfully wrong. He’d been horrified to read in the Prophet that his best friend’s son had been chosen to take part in the Tri Wizard tournament. He was far too young and Remus had been angry that the ministry had not stepped in. He’d written a letter to Fudge, for what it was worth, but his status as werewolf had rendered that a pointless exercise. Maybe if they had listened to him none of this would have happened. Whatever had happened, Sirius wasn’t really making much sense and Remus knew better than to push a man who was obviously in a precarious emotional state. Remus sat down on the settee next to him.
‘Would you like some tea?’ He kicked himself at the cliché. Back in school and faced with Sirius in this condition, Remus would have wrapped his arms around him and let him sleep or cry or whatever he needed to do. But thirteen long aching years stretched between them.
‘Tea, yes. I haven’t had tea,’ Sirius answered after a pause.
‘Right then,’ said Remus, pushing himself off the settee. ‘You must be hungry. I’ll get you some toast as well.’
It was a quarter to three in the morning and by all rights Remus should have been exhausted, but as he put the kettle on to boil and started pottering around in the kitchen, he felt more awake than he had done in twelve months. He returned to the living room with buttery toast and a steaming mug of tea laced with calming honey and hot milk.
‘Come on then. This will make you feel a bit better,’ he said. But Sirius lay fast asleep, curled tight in a ball on the floor next to the glowing embers, looking for all the world like the dog he was. It seemed he’d forgotten to transform into Padfoot though and so Remus covered him in the soft woollen blanket and gently lifted his head to place a cushion underneath it. He sat down on the floor with the tea and toast and started to eat and drink. He’d not get back to sleep again tonight. Not after hearing that there’d been a murder at Hogwarts and that Harry had been in danger. Not after Voldemort. And not while he sat next to Sirius Black, feeling more alive than he’d felt in over a decade.
part IV