Fic: The End is Where We Begin (Harry Potter -- Sirius/Remus) PG
Title: The End is Where We Begin (4/31)
Author: kingzgurl
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 330
Rating: PG
Prompt: scarvesnhats day four.
Timeline: Marauders-era, sixth year
Summary: Remus reflects in the aftermath of Sirius’ betrayal.
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The morning dawned clear and crisp, a drastic difference from the horrible night Remus had spent tossing and turning. It seemed as if fall had come to Hogwarts overnight and left a thick layer of fallen leaves covering the grounds, and most of the students took advantage of it being a Sunday afternoon to get outside and enjoy the chill in the air.
A number of students were down at the Quidditch pitch, working on drills and playing a pick up game. Countless more students were walking aimlessly around the lake and on the multitudes of trails circling the castle, and an even larger number were seated beneath the trees on the edge of the Forbidden Forest with their scarves wrapped tightly around their necks.
Remus, with dark smudges beneath his eyes that attested to his sleepless night, chose to follow his fellow Gryffindors out of the castle into the brisk air before he wandered away on his own. He rounded the castle to abandoned wing he had gone to the day before, treading lightly so as not to crush the leaves beneath his feet. He settled himself on a set of crumbling stone steps and watched as the wind blew across the grounds.
It was a game to the wind, a frivolous way to amuse itself, picking up the leaves at will and forcing them to dance and fulfill its every whim, then abandoning them when the wind had had its fun, leaving them broken and crumpled somewhere they had never intended to be in the first place.
Two short barks drew Remus’ attention from his reverie. His eyes widened when a large black dog came into view, feet pounding against the broken pavement and dying grass, chasing down the dancing leaves and crushing them beneath his large paws.
Remus bit the inside of his lip and looked away. It was too painful to see his metaphors played out before him by the same being that had caused the metaphors to be written.
Author: kingzgurl
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 330
Rating: PG
Prompt: scarvesnhats day four.
Timeline: Marauders-era, sixth year
Summary: Remus reflects in the aftermath of Sirius’ betrayal.
***
The morning dawned clear and crisp, a drastic difference from the horrible night Remus had spent tossing and turning. It seemed as if fall had come to Hogwarts overnight and left a thick layer of fallen leaves covering the grounds, and most of the students took advantage of it being a Sunday afternoon to get outside and enjoy the chill in the air.
A number of students were down at the Quidditch pitch, working on drills and playing a pick up game. Countless more students were walking aimlessly around the lake and on the multitudes of trails circling the castle, and an even larger number were seated beneath the trees on the edge of the Forbidden Forest with their scarves wrapped tightly around their necks.
Remus, with dark smudges beneath his eyes that attested to his sleepless night, chose to follow his fellow Gryffindors out of the castle into the brisk air before he wandered away on his own. He rounded the castle to abandoned wing he had gone to the day before, treading lightly so as not to crush the leaves beneath his feet. He settled himself on a set of crumbling stone steps and watched as the wind blew across the grounds.
It was a game to the wind, a frivolous way to amuse itself, picking up the leaves at will and forcing them to dance and fulfill its every whim, then abandoning them when the wind had had its fun, leaving them broken and crumpled somewhere they had never intended to be in the first place.
Two short barks drew Remus’ attention from his reverie. His eyes widened when a large black dog came into view, feet pounding against the broken pavement and dying grass, chasing down the dancing leaves and crushing them beneath his large paws.
Remus bit the inside of his lip and looked away. It was too painful to see his metaphors played out before him by the same being that had caused the metaphors to be written.