Moonlight Discoveries - a Remus/Sirius ficlet
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Harry, Remus/Sirius
Summary: Wandering Grimmauld Place at night, Harry learns something new about his godfather.
Challenge #104 Seventh Sentence for 30minutefics
Rating: PG-13 for mild sexual content
Harry lay in the darkness, staring at the ceiling. He was exhausted, but he would not let himself rest. This was his last night here at Grimmauld Place and he didn’t want to waste it sleeping.
Moving quietly to avoid waking Ron, Harry went to the window. In the crowded streets of London, he could not see far in any direction except up into the sky. He could make out a few stars, but with so many lost in the light pollution of the city, he could make out no constellations. So he stared at the moon.
The moon was bright, even through the straggling cloud cover. When the winds pushed away the clouds for a moment, he could see that it was only a few days from being full. And he thought of Lupin, wondering how he dealt with the full moon here. Whether he had some place to lock himself away, or whether Snape still made him the potion. Harry hadn’t expected to find Remus here, but was glad to see his old professor had found a home with Sirius. It comforted him, to think of Remus here, watching over Sirius and keeping him from rushing out into the outside world and getting himself captured.
Harry couldn't stay in his room anymore. Tomorrow, the holidays would be over, and he would go back to Hogwarts. Leaving Sirius again. He stood, hesitating, but rationalized that he wouldn’t be sleeping either. He’d watched depression settle over Sirius again as their departure date neared. He was probably lying awake too, dreading the morning, and Harry could not bear the thought of his godfather alone when it was within his power to be with him.
Ron’s snoring was deep and even. He did not stir as Harry crossed the room, stepped out onto the landing, and closed the door behind him. Mind made up, Harry crept up the stairs to his godfather’s room, and listened outside the door, not wanting to wake Sirius. When he heard sounds of movement inside, he opened the door quietly.
The room was dim and it took him a moment to make out movement in the bed. He opened his mouth to call out for Sirius, but stopped when he heard a deep rumbling laugh. Another voice responded, too quiet to understand, and Harry froze, horrified. Sirius was not alone. Harry held his breath. He needed to leave, but he was afraid to move. Terrified that Sirius would discover him here, listening.
The clouds moved again and the moonlight shone bright across the bed. There was movement as the two figures rolled over in the bed, ending with one exposed to the moonlight. Harry could see a man’s chest, thin and scarred in the light, and lower down, the thick dark hair of his godfather’s head, moving against the man. He seemed to writhe from the moon’s caress, shivering wherever the light touched him. But it was not until the figure arched his back in the moonlight, one hand reaching down to tangle in Sirius’ hair that Harry realized his identity. Remus Lupin. In bed with his godfather.
The shock loosened Harry at last, and he backed away as silently as he had come. He made a noise as he clumsily felt for the door behind him, but the two were too caught up in each other to notice. When he was safely in the hall with the door closed, he leaned heavily against the wall, trying to process what he had seen.
He had not known either of them were gay. He’d never really thought about it, to be honest. But to find them here, like that. It was more than he was ready to deal with.
But the more he thought about it, the more Harry found that he was glad. They were both so lonely, and they had been through so much. At last, Harry smiled and returned to his room. Now he knew that when he returned to Hogwarts tomorrow, Sirius would not be alone after all.
Pairing/Characters: Harry, Remus/Sirius
Summary: Wandering Grimmauld Place at night, Harry learns something new about his godfather.
Challenge #104 Seventh Sentence for 30minutefics
Rating: PG-13 for mild sexual content
Harry lay in the darkness, staring at the ceiling. He was exhausted, but he would not let himself rest. This was his last night here at Grimmauld Place and he didn’t want to waste it sleeping.
Moving quietly to avoid waking Ron, Harry went to the window. In the crowded streets of London, he could not see far in any direction except up into the sky. He could make out a few stars, but with so many lost in the light pollution of the city, he could make out no constellations. So he stared at the moon.
The moon was bright, even through the straggling cloud cover. When the winds pushed away the clouds for a moment, he could see that it was only a few days from being full. And he thought of Lupin, wondering how he dealt with the full moon here. Whether he had some place to lock himself away, or whether Snape still made him the potion. Harry hadn’t expected to find Remus here, but was glad to see his old professor had found a home with Sirius. It comforted him, to think of Remus here, watching over Sirius and keeping him from rushing out into the outside world and getting himself captured.
Harry couldn't stay in his room anymore. Tomorrow, the holidays would be over, and he would go back to Hogwarts. Leaving Sirius again. He stood, hesitating, but rationalized that he wouldn’t be sleeping either. He’d watched depression settle over Sirius again as their departure date neared. He was probably lying awake too, dreading the morning, and Harry could not bear the thought of his godfather alone when it was within his power to be with him.
Ron’s snoring was deep and even. He did not stir as Harry crossed the room, stepped out onto the landing, and closed the door behind him. Mind made up, Harry crept up the stairs to his godfather’s room, and listened outside the door, not wanting to wake Sirius. When he heard sounds of movement inside, he opened the door quietly.
The room was dim and it took him a moment to make out movement in the bed. He opened his mouth to call out for Sirius, but stopped when he heard a deep rumbling laugh. Another voice responded, too quiet to understand, and Harry froze, horrified. Sirius was not alone. Harry held his breath. He needed to leave, but he was afraid to move. Terrified that Sirius would discover him here, listening.
The clouds moved again and the moonlight shone bright across the bed. There was movement as the two figures rolled over in the bed, ending with one exposed to the moonlight. Harry could see a man’s chest, thin and scarred in the light, and lower down, the thick dark hair of his godfather’s head, moving against the man. He seemed to writhe from the moon’s caress, shivering wherever the light touched him. But it was not until the figure arched his back in the moonlight, one hand reaching down to tangle in Sirius’ hair that Harry realized his identity. Remus Lupin. In bed with his godfather.
The shock loosened Harry at last, and he backed away as silently as he had come. He made a noise as he clumsily felt for the door behind him, but the two were too caught up in each other to notice. When he was safely in the hall with the door closed, he leaned heavily against the wall, trying to process what he had seen.
He had not known either of them were gay. He’d never really thought about it, to be honest. But to find them here, like that. It was more than he was ready to deal with.
But the more he thought about it, the more Harry found that he was glad. They were both so lonely, and they had been through so much. At last, Harry smiled and returned to his room. Now he knew that when he returned to Hogwarts tomorrow, Sirius would not be alone after all.