Fic: Scattered Echoes (Harry Potter -- Sirius/Remus) PG
Title: Scattered Echoes (19/31)
Author: kingzgurl
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 725
Timeline: Marauders-era, 6th year
Prompt: dogdaysofsummer 19 August 2009
Summary: As he watches fiendfyre destroy the last of his friends, Remus realizes he is truly alone.
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“I hate you,” Remus mumbled. Without moving his arm, he smacked Sirius on the side of the head, feeling decidedly better when his hand met warm skin.
“Owww, Moony!” Sirius moaned as he flinched away from the contact, but in doing so caused a hot heat and searing pain to spread across his entire body. “That hurts!” he howled as he dug the side of his face further into the cool pillow and tried to remain completely still.
“Serves you right,” came the mumbled reply, almost unintelligible from where Remus had his face shoved into a pillow.
“Serves you both right,” James’ mum announced from the doorway. “You should know better than to fall asleep in the sun without even the simplest sun protection charm.”
“S’wasn’t my fault,” Remus tried to convince anyone who would listen. His voice lacked any semblance of conviction, and instead he came across more as a child trying to convince his parents he wasn’t the one who took the last cookie from the jar.
“Of course it wasn’t,” James’ mum sounded far too amused for Remus’ liking. “Sirius here just made you go swimming and then forced you to sleep on the beach with him.”
Her words caused Remus to shift uncomfortably and let out a muffled wail of pain. That’s not what she meant, he had to remind himself. You can’t be thinking about that while you’re sharing a bed with Sirius and James’ mum is taking care of you!
His face blushed where it was shoved into the pillow, and he groaned at the heat that spread over what had been cool fabric. “S’not fair,” he whimpered when a cool, chunky paste was spread across his back. “I didn’t even want to go.”
“Liar,” Sirius mumbled next to him. “You were looking for any excuse to get away from your textbook. Though I don’t know why you were even reading that thing, since it’s still summer holidays.”
Mrs. Potter snorted in amusement from somewhere behind them as she finished laying potato on Remus’ back and moved around the bed to Sirius’ side. “Besides, Remus,” she cut in, “Sirius it much worse than you do, and he’s being surprisingly quiet about it.”
“That’s because he’s a stupid prat,” Remus muttered darkly, turning his face away from the rapidly-warming pillow in search of relief from the heat. A quickly cast cooling charm from Mrs. Potter sent him straight back to it a moment later, and he realized that the heat on his back had lessened substantially.
“Well, you got the stupid part right, at least,” the amusement was back in her voice. “At least you’re smart enough to wear swimming shorts.”
“Hey!” Sirius mumbled, unable to move his mouth much without pain spreading across his face. “That was on a dare… wasn’t my fault.”
“And you always listen to James, do you?” she laughed lightly.
“Ppffbbttt,” Sirius sputtered before giving up and falling silent, content to let his best friend’s mum soothe his sunburn. He couldn’t imagine letting his own mum, or anyone else for that matter, near him in this state. He refused to even let James or Peter in the room.
“How bad is it?” Remus asked, turning his head out of the pillow to look at his friend. The sight left him chuckling with amused laughter.
“His back and arms are just as bad as yours,” James’ mum replied, winking at him as she continued to spread the mixture onto Sirius’ back. “But he’s also burned down the backs of his legs, on part of his face, and his bum.”
“Shut it,” Sirius muttered with a glance at Remus, his eyes falling shut again when the soothing concoction was spread across his bum, causing a blush to make the unburned side of his face match the rest of his body. “This is bloody embarrassing.”
“Well maybe next time you’ll remember that sun protection charm, yes?” Mrs. Potter reminded him gently. “I don’t plan to do this for you again.”
“What’s the potion?” Remus asked suddenly, curious to know, just in case. It wouldn’t hurt him one bit if he was the one spreading the cream across Sirius’ perfect bum.
“Oh, it’s not a potion,” she replied off-handedly. “It’s just grated potatoes and cucumber slices.”
“Great,” Sirius announced. “I’m a fruit salad.”
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Author: kingzgurl
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 725
Timeline: Marauders-era, 6th year
Prompt: dogdaysofsummer 19 August 2009
Summary: As he watches fiendfyre destroy the last of his friends, Remus realizes he is truly alone.
***
“I hate you,” Remus mumbled. Without moving his arm, he smacked Sirius on the side of the head, feeling decidedly better when his hand met warm skin.
“Owww, Moony!” Sirius moaned as he flinched away from the contact, but in doing so caused a hot heat and searing pain to spread across his entire body. “That hurts!” he howled as he dug the side of his face further into the cool pillow and tried to remain completely still.
“Serves you right,” came the mumbled reply, almost unintelligible from where Remus had his face shoved into a pillow.
“Serves you both right,” James’ mum announced from the doorway. “You should know better than to fall asleep in the sun without even the simplest sun protection charm.”
“S’wasn’t my fault,” Remus tried to convince anyone who would listen. His voice lacked any semblance of conviction, and instead he came across more as a child trying to convince his parents he wasn’t the one who took the last cookie from the jar.
“Of course it wasn’t,” James’ mum sounded far too amused for Remus’ liking. “Sirius here just made you go swimming and then forced you to sleep on the beach with him.”
Her words caused Remus to shift uncomfortably and let out a muffled wail of pain. That’s not what she meant, he had to remind himself. You can’t be thinking about that while you’re sharing a bed with Sirius and James’ mum is taking care of you!
His face blushed where it was shoved into the pillow, and he groaned at the heat that spread over what had been cool fabric. “S’not fair,” he whimpered when a cool, chunky paste was spread across his back. “I didn’t even want to go.”
“Liar,” Sirius mumbled next to him. “You were looking for any excuse to get away from your textbook. Though I don’t know why you were even reading that thing, since it’s still summer holidays.”
Mrs. Potter snorted in amusement from somewhere behind them as she finished laying potato on Remus’ back and moved around the bed to Sirius’ side. “Besides, Remus,” she cut in, “Sirius it much worse than you do, and he’s being surprisingly quiet about it.”
“That’s because he’s a stupid prat,” Remus muttered darkly, turning his face away from the rapidly-warming pillow in search of relief from the heat. A quickly cast cooling charm from Mrs. Potter sent him straight back to it a moment later, and he realized that the heat on his back had lessened substantially.
“Well, you got the stupid part right, at least,” the amusement was back in her voice. “At least you’re smart enough to wear swimming shorts.”
“Hey!” Sirius mumbled, unable to move his mouth much without pain spreading across his face. “That was on a dare… wasn’t my fault.”
“And you always listen to James, do you?” she laughed lightly.
“Ppffbbttt,” Sirius sputtered before giving up and falling silent, content to let his best friend’s mum soothe his sunburn. He couldn’t imagine letting his own mum, or anyone else for that matter, near him in this state. He refused to even let James or Peter in the room.
“How bad is it?” Remus asked, turning his head out of the pillow to look at his friend. The sight left him chuckling with amused laughter.
“His back and arms are just as bad as yours,” James’ mum replied, winking at him as she continued to spread the mixture onto Sirius’ back. “But he’s also burned down the backs of his legs, on part of his face, and his bum.”
“Shut it,” Sirius muttered with a glance at Remus, his eyes falling shut again when the soothing concoction was spread across his bum, causing a blush to make the unburned side of his face match the rest of his body. “This is bloody embarrassing.”
“Well maybe next time you’ll remember that sun protection charm, yes?” Mrs. Potter reminded him gently. “I don’t plan to do this for you again.”
“What’s the potion?” Remus asked suddenly, curious to know, just in case. It wouldn’t hurt him one bit if he was the one spreading the cream across Sirius’ perfect bum.
“Oh, it’s not a potion,” she replied off-handedly. “It’s just grated potatoes and cucumber slices.”
“Great,” Sirius announced. “I’m a fruit salad.”
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