112. Remus Lupin (HP)/Grandpa Joe (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory)
Title: Chance Met
Author: Flora
Pairing: Remus/Grandpa Joe
Rating: PG for a sexual reference
A/N: I also wrote a teenyfic that's Kate Mosely and Eeyore, in the comments to the pairings list.
Upon reflection, Remus wondered whether he was delirious. Except he felt fine, otherwise, and appeared to have no fever. He concluded it was, instead, another of the strange events with which his life was seasoned, and straightened up to listen, despite the circumstances.
The main thing, really, was that the man was talking from the far end of the same bed. There was another perfectly good bed in the ward, an empty one, even, but he said he was just accustomed to sleeping halfway-about in the same bed, and Remus had been so startled to have awakened to find him there he'd not quite been able to summon the wherewithal to say that was just fucking weird.
Then he'd started in on how he'd really quite overtaxed himself. He'd been working to assure his grandson got some sort of prize for …eating chocolate? Well. That certainly appealed, Remus thought, even though it didn't make a great deal of sense. And anyway, he said, it hadn't turned out to work.
His--Joe's--was a mixed marriage, apparently, and none of his descendants were wizarding types--no surprise; he was barely more than a squib himself, and only just managed to keep cabbage on the table--so when he'd found himself too weakened from his fruitless efforts, he'd managed to call for help from Mungo's, and they'd come to him and left an image in his place in the shared bed. His relatives had no idea he was here, as it would only cause them panic because oh, heavens, there was no money for doctoring!
"And this is all because you want your grandson to …do what, exactly?" Remus was still trying to become accustomed to the fact that this man was sharing his bed even though they'd never met and, well, they weren't actually engaging in, well, really the only reason he'd ever shared a bed with a stranger.
"Take a tour! Of the most brilliant chocolate factory. Willy Wonka's factory! Four of the five tickets have been found."
"You're joking! There's. I recall my mum giving me Wonka chocolates, before she died. The man's a recluse! Brilliant chocolates, though, yes."
"You see, then. And my Charlie. He so wants--such a good boy." Joe looked down at his hands. "I hoped I could do it, for him, but I failed. Again."
"Hold on. Not necessarily. There's still a fifth ticket, you say?"
"Yes, but I'm in here. It's impossible to get anything done from here--well, you know."
"I do. I get quite tired of this place."
"You're weak too, then."
"Periodically. However, I'm about to go, now. What're they keeping you for?"
"Just exhaustion. Someone will take me home shortly. You?"
"Blood disease of sorts. Harmless to you, though," he added hurriedly as Joe shied slightly away.
He turned away, himself, and put his feet into his house slippers, then stood. "As I say, today I go. Best of luck with that, then, Joe. And best of luck to, was it Charlie?"
"Charlie, yes. Charlie Bucket. Such a good boy."
Remus nodded and set about getting dressed as the ward nurse came in with his release papers, discreetly not mentioning the nature of his condition to the man who had crawled into his bed. He waited until she left, then turned back, a gleam in his eye. "Well. Should he win, and should you find yourself with a great deal of surplus chocolate, I hope you'll remember an old bedmate?" He winked and picked up a knobbly cane from next to the nightstand, limping slightly as he made his way slowly out the door.
He got well clear of the hospital before he performed the Seeking charm. It only took a moment, and Remus knew a little something about being a poor boy that tried hard. It was certainly illegal, but then, it was for a good cause, and he himself might get a supply of chocolate out of the deal.
He put his cold hands in his pockets and watched the ticket until the boy approached, then turned to go.
Author: Flora
Pairing: Remus/Grandpa Joe
Rating: PG for a sexual reference
A/N: I also wrote a teenyfic that's Kate Mosely and Eeyore, in the comments to the pairings list.
Upon reflection, Remus wondered whether he was delirious. Except he felt fine, otherwise, and appeared to have no fever. He concluded it was, instead, another of the strange events with which his life was seasoned, and straightened up to listen, despite the circumstances.
The main thing, really, was that the man was talking from the far end of the same bed. There was another perfectly good bed in the ward, an empty one, even, but he said he was just accustomed to sleeping halfway-about in the same bed, and Remus had been so startled to have awakened to find him there he'd not quite been able to summon the wherewithal to say that was just fucking weird.
Then he'd started in on how he'd really quite overtaxed himself. He'd been working to assure his grandson got some sort of prize for …eating chocolate? Well. That certainly appealed, Remus thought, even though it didn't make a great deal of sense. And anyway, he said, it hadn't turned out to work.
His--Joe's--was a mixed marriage, apparently, and none of his descendants were wizarding types--no surprise; he was barely more than a squib himself, and only just managed to keep cabbage on the table--so when he'd found himself too weakened from his fruitless efforts, he'd managed to call for help from Mungo's, and they'd come to him and left an image in his place in the shared bed. His relatives had no idea he was here, as it would only cause them panic because oh, heavens, there was no money for doctoring!
"And this is all because you want your grandson to …do what, exactly?" Remus was still trying to become accustomed to the fact that this man was sharing his bed even though they'd never met and, well, they weren't actually engaging in, well, really the only reason he'd ever shared a bed with a stranger.
"Take a tour! Of the most brilliant chocolate factory. Willy Wonka's factory! Four of the five tickets have been found."
"You're joking! There's. I recall my mum giving me Wonka chocolates, before she died. The man's a recluse! Brilliant chocolates, though, yes."
"You see, then. And my Charlie. He so wants--such a good boy." Joe looked down at his hands. "I hoped I could do it, for him, but I failed. Again."
"Hold on. Not necessarily. There's still a fifth ticket, you say?"
"Yes, but I'm in here. It's impossible to get anything done from here--well, you know."
"I do. I get quite tired of this place."
"You're weak too, then."
"Periodically. However, I'm about to go, now. What're they keeping you for?"
"Just exhaustion. Someone will take me home shortly. You?"
"Blood disease of sorts. Harmless to you, though," he added hurriedly as Joe shied slightly away.
He turned away, himself, and put his feet into his house slippers, then stood. "As I say, today I go. Best of luck with that, then, Joe. And best of luck to, was it Charlie?"
"Charlie, yes. Charlie Bucket. Such a good boy."
Remus nodded and set about getting dressed as the ward nurse came in with his release papers, discreetly not mentioning the nature of his condition to the man who had crawled into his bed. He waited until she left, then turned back, a gleam in his eye. "Well. Should he win, and should you find yourself with a great deal of surplus chocolate, I hope you'll remember an old bedmate?" He winked and picked up a knobbly cane from next to the nightstand, limping slightly as he made his way slowly out the door.
He got well clear of the hospital before he performed the Seeking charm. It only took a moment, and Remus knew a little something about being a poor boy that tried hard. It was certainly illegal, but then, it was for a good cause, and he himself might get a supply of chocolate out of the deal.
He put his cold hands in his pockets and watched the ticket until the boy approached, then turned to go.