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Title: Rocking Chair
Author/Artist: ltlredhairdgirl
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I totally wished I owned them. JKR, 1. Me, 0
Summary: Post-OotP, Remus reflecting on Sirius being gone.
Author's Notes: For the lovely Miss why_me_why_not, who I love dearly and is the one who convinced me to try and write some fic. Also thanks to nassima who suggested I post this here.
The only solace to be found for him was an old wooden rocking chair, hidden in one of the smaller rooms on the upper level of Grimmauld Place. He remembered the first time he saw him, rocking slowly, back and forth, succumbing to the smooth, steady rhythm...watching the fluid motions of the chair and his body, with which the man allowed the calm to absorb into his body. He smiled slightly as he remembered how odd it had been to see his energetic, rambunctious companion slowly rocking, allowing peace to finally enter his soul, even if only for a few minutes.
The memory is gone now, and all that is left is grief in his lonely heart. It was so difficult to grasp that a man, so full of rage, full of passion, full of life, could possibly have left this world so soon. His friend, his companion, his love...gone in an instant. He sat in the old rocking chair, giving in to its natural motion, rocking as the waves do as they slowly lull the gulls to sleep before softly crashing against the shore.
If only his friend, his lover, had lived more of his life as the gentle rocking of the chair, maybe he would still be...
No, he thought. The things he cherished most about him were his passion for life and his love of adventure, even if it ultimately caused his death.
He sighed as he stood and moved towards the window. He pushed open the window, letting the cool night air billow through the curtains and into the room. It sent shivers down his spine even though he felt as though his soul was cold and his heart frozen. He looked out over the night sky, knowing he'd always be looking down on him, his Padfoot, his Dog star, his Sirius. He could be like that rocking chair now, the only peaceful part left for him in his troublesome house.
"Goodbye My Padfoot," he whispered softly to the heavens as he pulled the torn, dark drapes to a close for the last time...
Author/Artist: ltlredhairdgirl
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I totally wished I owned them. JKR, 1. Me, 0
Summary: Post-OotP, Remus reflecting on Sirius being gone.
Author's Notes: For the lovely Miss why_me_why_not, who I love dearly and is the one who convinced me to try and write some fic. Also thanks to nassima who suggested I post this here.
The only solace to be found for him was an old wooden rocking chair, hidden in one of the smaller rooms on the upper level of Grimmauld Place. He remembered the first time he saw him, rocking slowly, back and forth, succumbing to the smooth, steady rhythm...watching the fluid motions of the chair and his body, with which the man allowed the calm to absorb into his body. He smiled slightly as he remembered how odd it had been to see his energetic, rambunctious companion slowly rocking, allowing peace to finally enter his soul, even if only for a few minutes.
The memory is gone now, and all that is left is grief in his lonely heart. It was so difficult to grasp that a man, so full of rage, full of passion, full of life, could possibly have left this world so soon. His friend, his companion, his love...gone in an instant. He sat in the old rocking chair, giving in to its natural motion, rocking as the waves do as they slowly lull the gulls to sleep before softly crashing against the shore.
If only his friend, his lover, had lived more of his life as the gentle rocking of the chair, maybe he would still be...
No, he thought. The things he cherished most about him were his passion for life and his love of adventure, even if it ultimately caused his death.
He sighed as he stood and moved towards the window. He pushed open the window, letting the cool night air billow through the curtains and into the room. It sent shivers down his spine even though he felt as though his soul was cold and his heart frozen. He looked out over the night sky, knowing he'd always be looking down on him, his Padfoot, his Dog star, his Sirius. He could be like that rocking chair now, the only peaceful part left for him in his troublesome house.
"Goodbye My Padfoot," he whispered softly to the heavens as he pulled the torn, dark drapes to a close for the last time...