It's Time.
Title: It's Time
Author: scarysnapey
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Severus/Remus
Word Count: 100x6 (hehe...)
Challenge: snupin100 Prompt: Azkaban
Warning: Language
It’s 1981. Remus is sitting on the sofa in his crumby flat when he hears, when the news flits in on the cheap, half broken wireless. The voice is clear, for once, but all of the sudden, Remus is more confused than he has ever been in his life.
And in the course of one, cruel transmission, his two best friends in the world are gone, and there is nothing that Remus can do to get them back.
He sits on the sofa for hours, and then for days. He stares at his hands, and he wonders how this happened.
---
It’s 1982. Remus finally stops staring at his hands. He shaves. He goes to Diagon Alley and buys some fucking Wolfsbane. His flat is a shit-hole, completely ruined by his monthly transformations. The pain is the price he pays for not seeing that this was coming.
He doesn’t visit Sirius in Azkaban. He just shuffles on though his life, working at Muggle bookstore after Muggle bookstore, earning a meager, Muggle living because no where else will give him a job. Life is sickening.
Remus is tired of being a fucking werewolf. He’s a solitary creature; Lord Voldemort saw to that.
---
It’s 1985. Remus is out of choices. He’s somehow at Spinner’s End. The rain water soaks through the worn soles of his shoes. He won’t buy new ones; he doesn’t have the money.
The door makes a hollow, awkward noise when he finally knocks, and it opens a bit too soon, as though the man inside has seen him loitering in the street.
“I’m so sorry,” Remus croaks, the first words to be spoken to another wizard in years. He was wrong about Sirius, and Severus was right.
Severus glares, and then he opens the door and invites Remus inside.
---
It’s 1993. Remus creeps down to the dungeons, careful not to run into any of the ghosts. A teacher has no business creeping. He runs into Minerva stupidly, accidentally, and she scowls at him just the way she used to when he was a student. And Remus bursts out laughing.
He’s tired, but he’s relieved. He has a job, and it’s almost like he has a son. He has friends, and a boyfriend... but thinking that word feels weird.
Severus opens the door on the first knock. Remus steps inside and drops his cloak.
He’s not wearing anything under it.
---
It’s 1993. Remus’s face is turning green. He stares from Severus’s limp body to Sirius’s victorious face. And Remus realizes that he was wrong.
The thinks of the apology. That life altering I’m sorry that got him everything that he cherishes. And then he thinks of Sirius, who he left rotting in Azkaban for years, quick to believe his closest friend a liar and a scumbag.
It is here, in the dusty shadows of the Shrieking Shack, that Remus decides never to tell a soul how he and Severus got together.
Shame knots in his stomach and never comes out.
---
It’s 1998. When Severus finds out about the shame-knot, Remus doesn’t leave him. Remus would never leave Severus.
Severus is everything that Remus has ever wanted, and he wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world. Not even Sirius’s approval.
Long years in Azkaban change everything, and Remus wants life to stay the same. He promises that he can ignore the pain of their false beginning, his friend’s being falsely imprisoned can be ignored. Remus promises.
No, Remus doesn’t leave.
Severus does.
It’s 1998, and Severus Snape dies.
He and Remus haven’t spoken in months. And now they never will.
Author: scarysnapey
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Severus/Remus
Word Count: 100x6 (hehe...)
Challenge: snupin100 Prompt: Azkaban
Warning: Language
It’s 1981. Remus is sitting on the sofa in his crumby flat when he hears, when the news flits in on the cheap, half broken wireless. The voice is clear, for once, but all of the sudden, Remus is more confused than he has ever been in his life.
And in the course of one, cruel transmission, his two best friends in the world are gone, and there is nothing that Remus can do to get them back.
He sits on the sofa for hours, and then for days. He stares at his hands, and he wonders how this happened.
---
It’s 1982. Remus finally stops staring at his hands. He shaves. He goes to Diagon Alley and buys some fucking Wolfsbane. His flat is a shit-hole, completely ruined by his monthly transformations. The pain is the price he pays for not seeing that this was coming.
He doesn’t visit Sirius in Azkaban. He just shuffles on though his life, working at Muggle bookstore after Muggle bookstore, earning a meager, Muggle living because no where else will give him a job. Life is sickening.
Remus is tired of being a fucking werewolf. He’s a solitary creature; Lord Voldemort saw to that.
---
It’s 1985. Remus is out of choices. He’s somehow at Spinner’s End. The rain water soaks through the worn soles of his shoes. He won’t buy new ones; he doesn’t have the money.
The door makes a hollow, awkward noise when he finally knocks, and it opens a bit too soon, as though the man inside has seen him loitering in the street.
“I’m so sorry,” Remus croaks, the first words to be spoken to another wizard in years. He was wrong about Sirius, and Severus was right.
Severus glares, and then he opens the door and invites Remus inside.
---
It’s 1993. Remus creeps down to the dungeons, careful not to run into any of the ghosts. A teacher has no business creeping. He runs into Minerva stupidly, accidentally, and she scowls at him just the way she used to when he was a student. And Remus bursts out laughing.
He’s tired, but he’s relieved. He has a job, and it’s almost like he has a son. He has friends, and a boyfriend... but thinking that word feels weird.
Severus opens the door on the first knock. Remus steps inside and drops his cloak.
He’s not wearing anything under it.
---
It’s 1993. Remus’s face is turning green. He stares from Severus’s limp body to Sirius’s victorious face. And Remus realizes that he was wrong.
The thinks of the apology. That life altering I’m sorry that got him everything that he cherishes. And then he thinks of Sirius, who he left rotting in Azkaban for years, quick to believe his closest friend a liar and a scumbag.
It is here, in the dusty shadows of the Shrieking Shack, that Remus decides never to tell a soul how he and Severus got together.
Shame knots in his stomach and never comes out.
---
It’s 1998. When Severus finds out about the shame-knot, Remus doesn’t leave him. Remus would never leave Severus.
Severus is everything that Remus has ever wanted, and he wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world. Not even Sirius’s approval.
Long years in Azkaban change everything, and Remus wants life to stay the same. He promises that he can ignore the pain of their false beginning, his friend’s being falsely imprisoned can be ignored. Remus promises.
No, Remus doesn’t leave.
Severus does.
It’s 1998, and Severus Snape dies.
He and Remus haven’t spoken in months. And now they never will.