A small gift
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Written for:lotrwariorgodss
Rating: PG
Prompt : "A hundred years from now, dear heart/ We shall not mind the pain;/ The throbbing, crimson tide of life/ Will not have left a stain." -In A Rose Garden by John Bennett, and the word "orphans"
Note tolotrwariorgodss: This might have come off more heavy-handed then you wanted, but hopefully this is okay, even if it's not really fluff. I threw in a tiny sketch too. :)
Asylum
War had made them orphans. Sirius split with his family in Sixth Year, Remus lost both his parents in a single horrifying night, Peter’s dad went down the wrong street at the wrong time, and James’ parents, though they were lucky enough to die naturally, were gone anyways. Lily’s they didn’t even speak of, it would mean thinking on how horrific the torture of helpless muggles always was. And it also remained that in losing them she lost her sister forever too. And here they were at their orphanage in Godric’s Hollow, with food enough, presents for Christmas, cheer, a fire, and a precious little gift with black fuzz and green eyes, but with only each other to take care of them. No more tea and pastries with mum on Sundays; James would never go fishing any more (though the resolve behind his eyes said that as soon as Harry was old enough, he would honour that tradition again), and Peter had to find someone new to look up to, to become. Sirius didn’t even have a home, other than the one they made out of the pieces left when he escaped his parents’ world. It was a beautiful one, with leaky taps, and questionable wallpaper, books littered left and right, and the sights and sounds of two boys desperately in love, but it’s hard to have a real home when you’re missing an entire generation who spent 20 years trying to ease the burden of growing up with patience and love.
Remus used to think all adults were self-sufficient, and now that he’s an orphan—now that they all are—he doesn’t think he could be.
He took one last drag before dropping his fag onto the snow-covered cement and grinded it underneath his boot. The snowfall had stopped for now, barely covering the streets and roofs of London, and the glow of the streetlamps against a pitch sky blocked any stars that might be up there. He started a little as the Potter’s door creaked open, and soon the hands of Sirius Black were resting on his shoulders.
“Moony,” he breathed.
Remus turned to face him, looking somberly up into grey eyes. “Remus, you can’t be gloomy on Christmas.” Remus could only smile half-heartedly, still caught in his morbid thoughts. As he reached up to brush a stray hair back Sirius caught his hand. “Look at you. You didn’t even put your gloves on, you loon” he chided as he rubbed Remus’ hands between his own. “I leave you alone for ten minutes and you’ve already decide to catch hypothermia. Can’t take you anywhere, can I?”
Remus ducked his head, smiling more genuinely. Sirius’ silly fussing always got the better of him, and the affectionate tone tended to make him forget everything else. However the weight was still there tonight, the one he dragged with him daily, memories of his parents’ house the next day, of thinking how things might have been if he checked up on them more regularly, if he somehow could have been there that night. His parents tried to teach him to not regret, to not feel guilty over things out of his power, but it felt like even now he was failing them in that. He can’t not feel guilty over their deaths, and over what trouble he caused in their lives.
Again he was snapped out of his catatonic state, his macabre day-dreams, as Sirius’ fingers lifted his chin so their eyes met. “Chin up, Moony. You have me, you have us, you have a family inside that house, don’t forget it too quickly,” he said, and bent to kiss Remus. Remus loved this—Remus needed this—and he leaned into it, moving his frostbitten fingers into Sirius’ hair, eyes shut tight and thought abandoned. Even as the wicked wind picked up it was heat that spread through him, not the bone chill of winter. It was the feeling of being loved. Strong arms were around him, and if it weren’t Christmas, if all the street weren’t empty and there were people who would see, they couldn’t do this. But there weren’t, not tonight, and knowing Sirius, it wouldn’t have stopped him anyways. So they shared this fleeting moment, and when they pulled apart Sirius tugged on his arm, towards the warmth of the Potter’s home, the Marauders’ orphanage, whispering close against his ear just before they crossed the threshold, “It’s okay to remember on Christmas; it’s okay to forget.”
Author/Artist:
gwathhenationWritten for:
lotrwariorgodssRating: PG
Prompt : "A hundred years from now, dear heart/ We shall not mind the pain;/ The throbbing, crimson tide of life/ Will not have left a stain." -In A Rose Garden by John Bennett, and the word "orphans"
Note to
lotrwariorgodss: This might have come off more heavy-handed then you wanted, but hopefully this is okay, even if it's not really fluff. I threw in a tiny sketch too. :)War had made them orphans. Sirius split with his family in Sixth Year, Remus lost both his parents in a single horrifying night, Peter’s dad went down the wrong street at the wrong time, and James’ parents, though they were lucky enough to die naturally, were gone anyways. Lily’s they didn’t even speak of, it would mean thinking on how horrific the torture of helpless muggles always was. And it also remained that in losing them she lost her sister forever too. And here they were at their orphanage in Godric’s Hollow, with food enough, presents for Christmas, cheer, a fire, and a precious little gift with black fuzz and green eyes, but with only each other to take care of them. No more tea and pastries with mum on Sundays; James would never go fishing any more (though the resolve behind his eyes said that as soon as Harry was old enough, he would honour that tradition again), and Peter had to find someone new to look up to, to become. Sirius didn’t even have a home, other than the one they made out of the pieces left when he escaped his parents’ world. It was a beautiful one, with leaky taps, and questionable wallpaper, books littered left and right, and the sights and sounds of two boys desperately in love, but it’s hard to have a real home when you’re missing an entire generation who spent 20 years trying to ease the burden of growing up with patience and love.
Remus used to think all adults were self-sufficient, and now that he’s an orphan—now that they all are—he doesn’t think he could be.
He took one last drag before dropping his fag onto the snow-covered cement and grinded it underneath his boot. The snowfall had stopped for now, barely covering the streets and roofs of London, and the glow of the streetlamps against a pitch sky blocked any stars that might be up there. He started a little as the Potter’s door creaked open, and soon the hands of Sirius Black were resting on his shoulders.
“Moony,” he breathed.
Remus turned to face him, looking somberly up into grey eyes. “Remus, you can’t be gloomy on Christmas.” Remus could only smile half-heartedly, still caught in his morbid thoughts. As he reached up to brush a stray hair back Sirius caught his hand. “Look at you. You didn’t even put your gloves on, you loon” he chided as he rubbed Remus’ hands between his own. “I leave you alone for ten minutes and you’ve already decide to catch hypothermia. Can’t take you anywhere, can I?”
Remus ducked his head, smiling more genuinely. Sirius’ silly fussing always got the better of him, and the affectionate tone tended to make him forget everything else. However the weight was still there tonight, the one he dragged with him daily, memories of his parents’ house the next day, of thinking how things might have been if he checked up on them more regularly, if he somehow could have been there that night. His parents tried to teach him to not regret, to not feel guilty over things out of his power, but it felt like even now he was failing them in that. He can’t not feel guilty over their deaths, and over what trouble he caused in their lives.
Again he was snapped out of his catatonic state, his macabre day-dreams, as Sirius’ fingers lifted his chin so their eyes met. “Chin up, Moony. You have me, you have us, you have a family inside that house, don’t forget it too quickly,” he said, and bent to kiss Remus. Remus loved this—Remus needed this—and he leaned into it, moving his frostbitten fingers into Sirius’ hair, eyes shut tight and thought abandoned. Even as the wicked wind picked up it was heat that spread through him, not the bone chill of winter. It was the feeling of being loved. Strong arms were around him, and if it weren’t Christmas, if all the street weren’t empty and there were people who would see, they couldn’t do this. But there weren’t, not tonight, and knowing Sirius, it wouldn’t have stopped him anyways. So they shared this fleeting moment, and when they pulled apart Sirius tugged on his arm, towards the warmth of the Potter’s home, the Marauders’ orphanage, whispering close against his ear just before they crossed the threshold, “It’s okay to remember on Christmas; it’s okay to forget.”
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Date: 2006-12-23 08:03 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked the Peter line, as I said, I had trouble trying to communicate so many deaths in so short a space and in different ways.
Cheers!
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Date: 2006-12-23 08:06 am (UTC)Have a good holiday!
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Date: 2006-12-23 08:08 am (UTC)Cheers!
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