Fic: Scattered Echoes (Harry Potter -- Sirius/Remus) PG
Title: Scattered Echoes (9/31)
Author: kingzgurl
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 435
Timeline: Goblet of Fire-ish
Prompt: dogdaysofsummer 9 August 2009
Summary: As he watches fiendfyre destroy the last of his friends, Remus realizes he is truly alone.
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“That bloke looks a lot like you did when we were younger,” Remus announced, his eyes glued to the small Muggle television while his hand gently stroked Sirius’ long hair.
Sirius and Remus were curled up together on a shabby sofa in the living room of their tiny Muggle flat, as they had been every Friday night for the last year. They couldn’t go anywhere, even if they had wanted to, so they made the best of their nights and watched a lot of television. Tonight’s double feature: Much Ado About Nothing and Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead.
Sirius’ attention broke away from the screen to look at his partner. Distress was written across his features. “Really?” his voice cracked with uncertainty and curiosity.
Remus gave Sirius his own look of curiosity and disbelief at the question. “Yes,” the confused expression never left Remus’ face. It wasn’t like Sirius to be so insecure. “Why? Don’t you think he’s attractive?”
“I guess,” Sirius mumbled, breaking eye contact in order to burrow his face into the werewolf’s neck.
“Pads,” Remus whispered, softer now, but his voice filled with concern. He pulled gently at Sirius’ hair, trying and failing to get the other man to look up at him. “What is it?”
“Idonmembertha,” the words were muffled against his skin and he tried to decipher them.
“You don’t remember what?” Remus tried. One hand dropped to rub small circles in the small of Sirius’ thin back.
Sirius pulled away just enough to whisper, “I don’t remember what I looked like back then.”
Remus was speechless, unsure how to react to his lover’s admission. Azkaban had been rough on him, of that Remus was sure, but Sirius did his best to hide it. Sometimes, if he didn’t look at Sirius’ emaciated and abused body, he could forget that twelve dark years had passed. He could pretend they were still teenagers, spending a summer night curled together in his mum’s living room, until his fingers touched bone where strong muscle should have been, and the illusion was shattered.
They took comfort in the silence together. They clutched each other tightly, as if the other would disappear the moment their grip lessened, neither worrying about the bruises that would appear in the morning.
As they lay together, the movie continued to play unnoticed in the background.
“You've forgotten.”
“I haven't forgotten -- how I used to remember my own name-- and yours, oh, yes! There were answers everywhere you looked. There was no question about it-- people knew who we were and if they didn't they asked and I told them.”
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Author: kingzgurl
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 435
Timeline: Goblet of Fire-ish
Prompt: dogdaysofsummer 9 August 2009
Summary: As he watches fiendfyre destroy the last of his friends, Remus realizes he is truly alone.
***
“That bloke looks a lot like you did when we were younger,” Remus announced, his eyes glued to the small Muggle television while his hand gently stroked Sirius’ long hair.
Sirius and Remus were curled up together on a shabby sofa in the living room of their tiny Muggle flat, as they had been every Friday night for the last year. They couldn’t go anywhere, even if they had wanted to, so they made the best of their nights and watched a lot of television. Tonight’s double feature: Much Ado About Nothing and Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead.
Sirius’ attention broke away from the screen to look at his partner. Distress was written across his features. “Really?” his voice cracked with uncertainty and curiosity.
Remus gave Sirius his own look of curiosity and disbelief at the question. “Yes,” the confused expression never left Remus’ face. It wasn’t like Sirius to be so insecure. “Why? Don’t you think he’s attractive?”
“I guess,” Sirius mumbled, breaking eye contact in order to burrow his face into the werewolf’s neck.
“Pads,” Remus whispered, softer now, but his voice filled with concern. He pulled gently at Sirius’ hair, trying and failing to get the other man to look up at him. “What is it?”
“Idonmembertha,” the words were muffled against his skin and he tried to decipher them.
“You don’t remember what?” Remus tried. One hand dropped to rub small circles in the small of Sirius’ thin back.
Sirius pulled away just enough to whisper, “I don’t remember what I looked like back then.”
Remus was speechless, unsure how to react to his lover’s admission. Azkaban had been rough on him, of that Remus was sure, but Sirius did his best to hide it. Sometimes, if he didn’t look at Sirius’ emaciated and abused body, he could forget that twelve dark years had passed. He could pretend they were still teenagers, spending a summer night curled together in his mum’s living room, until his fingers touched bone where strong muscle should have been, and the illusion was shattered.
They took comfort in the silence together. They clutched each other tightly, as if the other would disappear the moment their grip lessened, neither worrying about the bruises that would appear in the morning.
As they lay together, the movie continued to play unnoticed in the background.
“You've forgotten.”
“I haven't forgotten -- how I used to remember my own name-- and yours, oh, yes! There were answers everywhere you looked. There was no question about it-- people knew who we were and if they didn't they asked and I told them.”
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