Happy Birthday
This was written for irish_lily cause it's her birthday.
It's a short, one page fic about Remus reflecting on his relationship with Sirius on what would of been Sirius' birthday
I do not own them, otherwise, Sirius would not be dead
Rating: PG
Today would have been your birthday.
I wonder how we would of celebrated. A big party, with the whole Order there? Or maybe just a small thing with the two of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and us.
But now it’s just me, sitting in your old room of a house that has finally been abandoned for good. We moved the headquarters after you died; we couldn’t stand it here anymore. I still spend the nights here though, when I can. It feels like my last connection to you.
We used to be so in love, so carefree back at Hogwarts. Sure we had some troubles, between the two of us any psychologist would have had a field day, but we made the most of what we had, which was each other. If it had been legal, we probably would of have a double wedding with Lily and James. What a grand site that would have been!
And then when the Death Eaters started gaining control we all became so paranoid, it even drove a wedge between us, and we separated, and it killed us both. I never stopped loving you though. Not once. Not even when it seemed like you had been the cause of Lily and James’ death. I thought maybe I had driven you to the dark side with my suspicions. All I knew was that it hurt. It hurt like nothing had ever hurt before.
I visited you a few times in Azkaban, and now I wished I had listened to you when you pleaded to me, swearing that you never would of have betrayed them. If I had listend, I could of saved us both a lot of grieve.
But, the evidence was against you, so I beilieved the lies, just like everyone else. Eventually the truth was exposed, and for the first time in a very long time, I felt hope. Perhaps we would finally have another chance.
But you had changed. We tried so hard to have things like they once were, clinging to one another. But Azkaban changed you, for the worst. It sucked the strong, wonderful man I fell in love with, twisting him into something I barely recognized. But every once in a while you would show your old self again, if even for a moment or two, and that was enough. How jealous I was that the old part came out to Harry more then me, but perhaps he needed it more. In some ways, he needed you more then I did.
Which is certainly saying something.
But now we are both without you and somehow forced to deal with it. I, like Harry, refuse to ever refer to it as your death though. Perhaps because we never saw your lifeless body. I guess I’m just waiting for you to come out of that veil, like nothing had happened at all. Maybe someday I’ll venture into it. I would do anything to find you.
Well, wherever you are my dear Padfoot, Happy Birthday.
It's a short, one page fic about Remus reflecting on his relationship with Sirius on what would of been Sirius' birthday
I do not own them, otherwise, Sirius would not be dead
Rating: PG
Today would have been your birthday.
I wonder how we would of celebrated. A big party, with the whole Order there? Or maybe just a small thing with the two of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and us.
But now it’s just me, sitting in your old room of a house that has finally been abandoned for good. We moved the headquarters after you died; we couldn’t stand it here anymore. I still spend the nights here though, when I can. It feels like my last connection to you.
We used to be so in love, so carefree back at Hogwarts. Sure we had some troubles, between the two of us any psychologist would have had a field day, but we made the most of what we had, which was each other. If it had been legal, we probably would of have a double wedding with Lily and James. What a grand site that would have been!
And then when the Death Eaters started gaining control we all became so paranoid, it even drove a wedge between us, and we separated, and it killed us both. I never stopped loving you though. Not once. Not even when it seemed like you had been the cause of Lily and James’ death. I thought maybe I had driven you to the dark side with my suspicions. All I knew was that it hurt. It hurt like nothing had ever hurt before.
I visited you a few times in Azkaban, and now I wished I had listened to you when you pleaded to me, swearing that you never would of have betrayed them. If I had listend, I could of saved us both a lot of grieve.
But, the evidence was against you, so I beilieved the lies, just like everyone else. Eventually the truth was exposed, and for the first time in a very long time, I felt hope. Perhaps we would finally have another chance.
But you had changed. We tried so hard to have things like they once were, clinging to one another. But Azkaban changed you, for the worst. It sucked the strong, wonderful man I fell in love with, twisting him into something I barely recognized. But every once in a while you would show your old self again, if even for a moment or two, and that was enough. How jealous I was that the old part came out to Harry more then me, but perhaps he needed it more. In some ways, he needed you more then I did.
Which is certainly saying something.
But now we are both without you and somehow forced to deal with it. I, like Harry, refuse to ever refer to it as your death though. Perhaps because we never saw your lifeless body. I guess I’m just waiting for you to come out of that veil, like nothing had happened at all. Maybe someday I’ll venture into it. I would do anything to find you.
Well, wherever you are my dear Padfoot, Happy Birthday.