Team: Post-Hogwarts
Title: Where You Feel it Touching the First Sounds
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: References to Homophobia, Canon Character Death,
Word Count: ~2600
Summary: Their relationship has always been as liminal as an early fall day, hovering just the edge.
Notes: Thanks to my lovely beta for your encouragement and help! All remaining
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I'm totally picturing Remus and Sirius staying together in that cottage now, having a blast.
This was heartbrakingly sad, so beautifully told, and it all felt very vivid and real. Especially the first scene played like a film in my head. And then Sirius' memories in Azkaban...
There was so much loss in their lives, and you capture it all painfully accurate. It's like a beautiful disaster.
I want to hug them both so much now.
Really, really well done!
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Thank you so much for your kind words.
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Really good work right until the end!
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this passage really got under my skin: If there is one thing that Sirius hates more than being locked up, more than carrying the guilt of being innocent, than having to live as a dog to keep his mind, it is losing the seasons. The way everything has faded to grey, he can mark the passage of time loosely as the chill winter wind brings snow to the island and the other three seasons bring sheets of grey-blue rain. He would give almost anything for the bright fragrance of a garden in spring, the sharp, earthy perfume of a freshly picked summer tomato, or the warm, full smell of baked apples on an autumn day. He curls in on himself and dreams of chasing rabbits through the forbidden forest. i could very much see how that would be the case ( ... )
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Must agree with the above comments regarding structure, particularly this comment: your use of the prompt was phenomenal, really. it was so very visceral and pretty.
Crave a fic based on this line, now: The moment that Hagrid pulled baby Harry out of his hands while his heart broke.
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Since your reading your comment, I have been thinking about writing a little ficlet based on that line...and I finally sat down and did it, so here you go!
The Dark Mark loomed over the hill in Godric’s hollow, casting a erie greenish light. The house was in shambles and smoke rose from several places. Sirius landed the bike as close as he could get it and rushed into the wreckage, casting a hasty stabilization charm on what was left of the building, mostly an afterthought. His heart was pounding, “get to harry, ” had been his mantra since the news of the Dark Mark appearing over the village had reached him
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He heard the sharp cry of Harry’s squalling and breathed a sigh of relief. He’s alive. “Harry!” He called out, “It’s your Uncle Sirius. I’m coming to find you okay.” Harry kept crying and Sirius did his best to follow the sound, trying to make his way to what had been ( ... )
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Could hear Sirius' soft voice and the ache through every attempt to hush the miserable baby of his murdered best friend.
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Must stop crying to return to work. Beautifully done ♥
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