[Slash] Bury - 1/1
Bury
Author:
anyothergirl415
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: PG
Warnings: angst
They give him a burial which I refuse to attend. In my mind he is not dead, why should he be buried? All the others insist I go, but I protest until they leave me alone.
Harry does not wish to go either.
With no tears, Harry and I sit at Grimmauld Place. The ceremony is taking place and we have no words to break the silence.
I wish I could help him, possibly make him realize what I like to believe is true. Sirius is not dead.
I feel him. I always have. Somewhere, over the time of transition from friends to lovers I learned to feel and know him.
It is how I knew he survived at Azkaban. How I knew he had escaped and was heading my way. It is always how I knew.
When they come back, red eyes and running noses they tell me the ceremony was beautiful.
I nod politely and give understanding hugs. I find out later that my name was not mentioned with his burial.
I go see his grave stone years later. It is plain and simple but it makes my stomach ache.
Perhaps, over time, my ability to feel him has vanished. If it has, if he is truly dead, then I have no attended his burial.
For that I am sorry.
Author:
anyothergirl415
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: PG
Warnings: angst
They give him a burial which I refuse to attend. In my mind he is not dead, why should he be buried? All the others insist I go, but I protest until they leave me alone.
Harry does not wish to go either.
With no tears, Harry and I sit at Grimmauld Place. The ceremony is taking place and we have no words to break the silence.
I wish I could help him, possibly make him realize what I like to believe is true. Sirius is not dead.
I feel him. I always have. Somewhere, over the time of transition from friends to lovers I learned to feel and know him.
It is how I knew he survived at Azkaban. How I knew he had escaped and was heading my way. It is always how I knew.
When they come back, red eyes and running noses they tell me the ceremony was beautiful.
I nod politely and give understanding hugs. I find out later that my name was not mentioned with his burial.
I go see his grave stone years later. It is plain and simple but it makes my stomach ache.
Perhaps, over time, my ability to feel him has vanished. If it has, if he is truly dead, then I have no attended his burial.
For that I am sorry.