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small_giftsTitle:Professor R.J. Lupin
Author/Artist:momstiel
Recipient:shoebox_addict
Rating:PG-13
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *No Warnings!*
Word count:1,562
Summary:In the midst of desperate times, Sirius still pulls through with an incredibly kind gift.
Notes: N/A
Professor R.J. Lupin
Fear stained the atmosphere, overpowering the holiday joy so many desperately longed for. Times were bleak, and many tabloids documented this tragedy to be the beginning of the end for the wizarding world.
In the dead of night, of a suited figure slipped down the vacant alleyways of Godric’s Hollow. Nestled under the creature’s arm was a ratty old suitcase. It stopped under a flickering street light, the silhouette of a man reflecting against the cold cement below his feet. There was absolute silence except for the faint rustle of stray Daily Prophet pages blowing through the window. Each one read ‘You-Know-Who Strikes Again - McKinnon Family Found Dead In Home’.
“Psst,” A faint whisper came out of seemingly nowhere. The mysterious man lifted his head a tiny bit, scanning around for something he could not see. “Psst,” The same voice echoed, “Over here, Padfoot,”
Much more aware of the voice’s presence this time around, the man quickly under something. As simply as that, he outwardly disappeared to the visible eye. “You made it, now let’s get back to the house before any onlooker notices,”
The man made brief eye contact with James, before nodding. Everyone knew that You-Know-Who had his eyes out for the Potter family. That’s one of the reasons Sirius had insisted for James to use his invisibility cloak when slipping out after sunset. Both men shuffled to the current residence of the Potters, slipping into the house through the back door.
Once they were in, doors locked behind them, the invisibility cloak was hung up. Sirius removed his coat and hat but kept the suitcase by his side. Now that he was fully visible, Sirius turned on his heel and quickly embraced James. “You’re alright,”
“Of course I’m bloody alright, Pads,” The man responded with a tiny smile. It had been weeks since they had came into contact, both on different missions for the Order of the Phoenix. “Hey, you don’t look so bad yourself,” James noted, patting his best friend’s back.
“Merlin’s beard, James! Have you been away from me for so long that you’ve forgotten my face? It’s impossible for me to look bad,” Sirius joked, sharing a hearty laugh with his mate. Both had needed something to lighten up the mood.
“Oh, yes, silly me,” James apologized with a chuckle, breaking the hug.
Sirius paused for a second, looking around the place. In comparison to his lifeless house at Grimmauld Place, the Potter’s home looked like heaven. He could only assume that James had taken the time to decorate the house in Christmas lights, making it all the more homely.
“Beautiful, isn’t it? Remus and Peter helped set everything up,” James explained, crossing his arms.
“Wait, Moony and Wormtail are here?” Sirius asked, a tiny light flickering behind his eyes.
“I thought you knew,” James shrugged a tiny bit, “Lily and Peter are in the kitchen making Christmas cookies. Remus is upstairs, relaxing. The full moon approaching is taking its toll on him, I believe.”
A tiny frown appeared on Sirius’s face, the news both being positive and negative. In one hand, he was ecstatic to hear that all of his friends were safe under the house. Maybe it was only for one night, but with this time of depression, every second was priceless. On the other hand, Sirius worried for Remus’s health. For the duration of the past year, the two had became closer; even to the point that they shared goodbye kisses. Sirius could only hope that the man was alright. “I’ll be right back, Prongs. Try not to get too sick on all that cookie dough you definitely stole.”
“No promises, mate,” James teased, watching as his best friend went up the stairs. “Also, first door on the right,”
Each floorboard creaked under Sirius’s weight. Once he was upstairs, he followed his friend’s direction and went to the first door on the right. He knocked once, getting a small response from Remus, “Come in”.
Willingly doing so, Sirius turned the knob and walked in.
Remus was in a bed, blankets wrapped around his shoulders. He had a warm tea on the counter by him and naturally a book in his hands. “Sirius,” The man said breathlessly, scanning over the man.
“Moony,” Sirius responded, closing the door behind him before walking on over to the bedside. He sat down on the edge, looking over the pale man. It was only a matter of days before full moon came around, and he could tell by his friend’s condition. “Are you alright? You look terribly pale.”
A weak smile painted itself on Remus’s lips. “As fine as I can be,” He shut the book he was currently reading with a tiny slam, placing it on the bedside. “How was your mission?”
Sirius opened his mouth, going to deliver the news that it had killed the McKinnons, but no words came out. He swallowed a little bit, lightning his expression up a tiny bit, “Let’s not worry about that, alright? We’re both alive and that’s what matters, Remus.”
The werewolf readjusted himself a tiny bit, taking Sirius’s hand and squeezing it a little bit. Although there was no vocal confirmation of their relationship, both members of the party knew it existed. They stole kisses out of public eye, neither wanting to announce their feelings to the world. “I agree, that is what matters,”
A silence overcame the two, both just relishing in the fact that each other was still alive. Sirius broke the tranquility, “I know that we still have weeks before Christmas, but I wanted to give you something,”
“In case of the worse?” Remus interrogated, placing his head on Sirius’s shoulder. The man responded by wrapping his arm around the other’s frailer frame.
“No, merlin’s beard no.” A quirky smile appeared on Sirius’s lips. It was a sight that Remus had long forgotten, being one of the many things that was left at Hogwarts. If it was under any other circumstance, Remus would have been worried about what mischief laid behind that grin. However, all he could do was bask in Sirius’s true self coming through regardless of the hardships they faced. “You just know me, I get a little antsy waiting to give gifts,”
Remus smiled, letting out a tiny chuckle. “Is that the case?” He asked.
“It very much is,” Sirius confirmed, picking up the suitcase he had lugged along with him. With a tiny grunt, he placed it onto the bed. Remus lifted a brow in curiosity. “Here is your gift,”
Sirius quickly flipped the case around, revealing something imprinted into the fine leather. In fine print read, ‘Professor R.J Lupin’.
Remus lifted a brow, “Sirius, I’m not a professor,” He pointed out. “I’m not this alleged Professor R.J Lupin.”
“You will be,” Sirius urged. “One day, this war will be over. We’ll be able to live a life together.” The man ran his hand over the back of the leather casing. “After the war, you’ll be able to get that teaching job you’ve always wanted.”
“The teaching job I’ve always wanted?” Remus asked with a tiny chuckle, “You assume I want to be a teacher why?”
“Well, you’re always telling us to do our homework,” Sirius pointed out, leaning down and kissing the man’s forehead softly.
An amused chuckle escaped from the werewolf. “I mean, I guess that’s a valid point.” He gave in with a nod, reaching for the suitcase. A smile appeared on his face as he ran his fingers over the words. “I love it, Sirius. I really do.” Remus insisted. “I don’t know if I’ll ever use it bu-”
“No buts. You’re totally going to use it. Listen to me, Remus. After this war, we’re going to carry your ass to Hogwarts and get you a job there,” Sirius announced. Remus wasn’t sure how valid that statement was, especially with all the laws against werewolves. However, he was just happy that Sirius could see the rainbow after this war-induced storm.
“Thank you, so much,”
“It was honestly nothing, Moony.” Sirius subconsciously leaned in, but was quickly cut short by Peter slamming the door open.
“Cookies!” The man announced, holding up a tray, “Cookies are done!”
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Over A Decade Later
———————————————————————————
“Who do you think that is?” Ronald Weasley asked, walking into the compartment. As him and his two friends started to settle in, he got a hasty reply back.
“Professor R.J Lupin,” Hermione answered, sitting down across from Harry and the man. Her eyes temporarily slid across the man who seemed to be asleep.
“What? Do you know everything?!” Ron asked in disbelief, looking from the girl over to Harry, “How is that she knows everything?!” Before Harry could muster a response, the girl explained herself.
“It’s on his suitcase, Ronald,” Hermione clarified, pointing up to the luggage above them.
Sure enough, sitting up there was a ragged leather suitcase with the name imprinted onto it. Peacefully, the owner rested beneath, face pressed against the window in a deep sleep. All that Remus did was dream and think of his fondest Christmas memory that came attached to the item.
Maybe, just maybe one day, he’d be able to see Sirius again and tell him that the suitcase came in use.
That after all this time, he was right.
He was Professor R.J Lupin after all.
Author/Artist:
momstielRecipient:
shoebox_addictRating:PG-13
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *No Warnings!*
Word count:1,562
Summary:In the midst of desperate times, Sirius still pulls through with an incredibly kind gift.
Notes: N/A
Professor R.J. Lupin
Fear stained the atmosphere, overpowering the holiday joy so many desperately longed for. Times were bleak, and many tabloids documented this tragedy to be the beginning of the end for the wizarding world.
In the dead of night, of a suited figure slipped down the vacant alleyways of Godric’s Hollow. Nestled under the creature’s arm was a ratty old suitcase. It stopped under a flickering street light, the silhouette of a man reflecting against the cold cement below his feet. There was absolute silence except for the faint rustle of stray Daily Prophet pages blowing through the window. Each one read ‘You-Know-Who Strikes Again - McKinnon Family Found Dead In Home’.
“Psst,” A faint whisper came out of seemingly nowhere. The mysterious man lifted his head a tiny bit, scanning around for something he could not see. “Psst,” The same voice echoed, “Over here, Padfoot,”
Much more aware of the voice’s presence this time around, the man quickly under something. As simply as that, he outwardly disappeared to the visible eye. “You made it, now let’s get back to the house before any onlooker notices,”
The man made brief eye contact with James, before nodding. Everyone knew that You-Know-Who had his eyes out for the Potter family. That’s one of the reasons Sirius had insisted for James to use his invisibility cloak when slipping out after sunset. Both men shuffled to the current residence of the Potters, slipping into the house through the back door.
Once they were in, doors locked behind them, the invisibility cloak was hung up. Sirius removed his coat and hat but kept the suitcase by his side. Now that he was fully visible, Sirius turned on his heel and quickly embraced James. “You’re alright,”
“Of course I’m bloody alright, Pads,” The man responded with a tiny smile. It had been weeks since they had came into contact, both on different missions for the Order of the Phoenix. “Hey, you don’t look so bad yourself,” James noted, patting his best friend’s back.
“Merlin’s beard, James! Have you been away from me for so long that you’ve forgotten my face? It’s impossible for me to look bad,” Sirius joked, sharing a hearty laugh with his mate. Both had needed something to lighten up the mood.
“Oh, yes, silly me,” James apologized with a chuckle, breaking the hug.
Sirius paused for a second, looking around the place. In comparison to his lifeless house at Grimmauld Place, the Potter’s home looked like heaven. He could only assume that James had taken the time to decorate the house in Christmas lights, making it all the more homely.
“Beautiful, isn’t it? Remus and Peter helped set everything up,” James explained, crossing his arms.
“Wait, Moony and Wormtail are here?” Sirius asked, a tiny light flickering behind his eyes.
“I thought you knew,” James shrugged a tiny bit, “Lily and Peter are in the kitchen making Christmas cookies. Remus is upstairs, relaxing. The full moon approaching is taking its toll on him, I believe.”
A tiny frown appeared on Sirius’s face, the news both being positive and negative. In one hand, he was ecstatic to hear that all of his friends were safe under the house. Maybe it was only for one night, but with this time of depression, every second was priceless. On the other hand, Sirius worried for Remus’s health. For the duration of the past year, the two had became closer; even to the point that they shared goodbye kisses. Sirius could only hope that the man was alright. “I’ll be right back, Prongs. Try not to get too sick on all that cookie dough you definitely stole.”
“No promises, mate,” James teased, watching as his best friend went up the stairs. “Also, first door on the right,”
Each floorboard creaked under Sirius’s weight. Once he was upstairs, he followed his friend’s direction and went to the first door on the right. He knocked once, getting a small response from Remus, “Come in”.
Willingly doing so, Sirius turned the knob and walked in.
Remus was in a bed, blankets wrapped around his shoulders. He had a warm tea on the counter by him and naturally a book in his hands. “Sirius,” The man said breathlessly, scanning over the man.
“Moony,” Sirius responded, closing the door behind him before walking on over to the bedside. He sat down on the edge, looking over the pale man. It was only a matter of days before full moon came around, and he could tell by his friend’s condition. “Are you alright? You look terribly pale.”
A weak smile painted itself on Remus’s lips. “As fine as I can be,” He shut the book he was currently reading with a tiny slam, placing it on the bedside. “How was your mission?”
Sirius opened his mouth, going to deliver the news that it had killed the McKinnons, but no words came out. He swallowed a little bit, lightning his expression up a tiny bit, “Let’s not worry about that, alright? We’re both alive and that’s what matters, Remus.”
The werewolf readjusted himself a tiny bit, taking Sirius’s hand and squeezing it a little bit. Although there was no vocal confirmation of their relationship, both members of the party knew it existed. They stole kisses out of public eye, neither wanting to announce their feelings to the world. “I agree, that is what matters,”
A silence overcame the two, both just relishing in the fact that each other was still alive. Sirius broke the tranquility, “I know that we still have weeks before Christmas, but I wanted to give you something,”
“In case of the worse?” Remus interrogated, placing his head on Sirius’s shoulder. The man responded by wrapping his arm around the other’s frailer frame.
“No, merlin’s beard no.” A quirky smile appeared on Sirius’s lips. It was a sight that Remus had long forgotten, being one of the many things that was left at Hogwarts. If it was under any other circumstance, Remus would have been worried about what mischief laid behind that grin. However, all he could do was bask in Sirius’s true self coming through regardless of the hardships they faced. “You just know me, I get a little antsy waiting to give gifts,”
Remus smiled, letting out a tiny chuckle. “Is that the case?” He asked.
“It very much is,” Sirius confirmed, picking up the suitcase he had lugged along with him. With a tiny grunt, he placed it onto the bed. Remus lifted a brow in curiosity. “Here is your gift,”
Sirius quickly flipped the case around, revealing something imprinted into the fine leather. In fine print read, ‘Professor R.J Lupin’.
Remus lifted a brow, “Sirius, I’m not a professor,” He pointed out. “I’m not this alleged Professor R.J Lupin.”
“You will be,” Sirius urged. “One day, this war will be over. We’ll be able to live a life together.” The man ran his hand over the back of the leather casing. “After the war, you’ll be able to get that teaching job you’ve always wanted.”
“The teaching job I’ve always wanted?” Remus asked with a tiny chuckle, “You assume I want to be a teacher why?”
“Well, you’re always telling us to do our homework,” Sirius pointed out, leaning down and kissing the man’s forehead softly.
An amused chuckle escaped from the werewolf. “I mean, I guess that’s a valid point.” He gave in with a nod, reaching for the suitcase. A smile appeared on his face as he ran his fingers over the words. “I love it, Sirius. I really do.” Remus insisted. “I don’t know if I’ll ever use it bu-”
“No buts. You’re totally going to use it. Listen to me, Remus. After this war, we’re going to carry your ass to Hogwarts and get you a job there,” Sirius announced. Remus wasn’t sure how valid that statement was, especially with all the laws against werewolves. However, he was just happy that Sirius could see the rainbow after this war-induced storm.
“Thank you, so much,”
“It was honestly nothing, Moony.” Sirius subconsciously leaned in, but was quickly cut short by Peter slamming the door open.
“Cookies!” The man announced, holding up a tray, “Cookies are done!”
“Who do you think that is?” Ronald Weasley asked, walking into the compartment. As him and his two friends started to settle in, he got a hasty reply back.
“Professor R.J Lupin,” Hermione answered, sitting down across from Harry and the man. Her eyes temporarily slid across the man who seemed to be asleep.
“What? Do you know everything?!” Ron asked in disbelief, looking from the girl over to Harry, “How is that she knows everything?!” Before Harry could muster a response, the girl explained herself.
“It’s on his suitcase, Ronald,” Hermione clarified, pointing up to the luggage above them.
Sure enough, sitting up there was a ragged leather suitcase with the name imprinted onto it. Peacefully, the owner rested beneath, face pressed against the window in a deep sleep. All that Remus did was dream and think of his fondest Christmas memory that came attached to the item.
Maybe, just maybe one day, he’d be able to see Sirius again and tell him that the suitcase came in use.
That after all this time, he was right.
He was Professor R.J Lupin after all.
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