Linsey Dawn Mckenzie 16 Yo

Title: Pietà
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black
Genre: Drama , Sentimental
Alerts: What if?
Author's note: written for the "A prompt a day"





Remus knew that Sirius opinion of him and his lycanthropy, was a notion that was continually reminded of how when the boy was joking, speaking so happily of his "furry little problem". This time, however, there was nothing that Sirius could say at that time to disguise what he was doing the pity.
Remus shook more worn in the blanket that had pulled away from the bed in the Shrieking Shack, pulling the bony knees toward your chest and buried in half his head, feeling the tears from her cheeks went to the skin of the legs, then slowly slipping on them.



When the day before the full moon, James, Sirius and Peter had managed to get put in detention by Gazza, Remus had proved sympathetic with them, listening to their insults and recriminations to the caretaker that the entire catalog 'Stock of the man and then clean his office even without using the magic was strictly a job for more that elves by wizards. They knew too well not to know that words were mostly used as a way of saying that to offend those creatures, then he would never really angry with them only for them, not that night, then not missing a few hours when he should have been eclipsed in the Whomping Willow tunnel and for the first time in months and months they were not there to keep him company and to appease his instincts .
When others were due to separate from him in the Great Hall, Remus smiled as if nothing had happened, telling him not to worry, spend a night alone was not the end of the world after all. However
something, maybe look doubtful that Sirius gave him when the others already runs directly to the office of Gazza, the boy made him understand what he himself would have seemed very convinced of his own words. The truth
that Remus did not want to tell anyone of them was that they feared that the wolf had learned by myself how to get out of the Shrieking Shack. "Nonsense," he said, and returned to the dorm to prepare and wait for a professor to go and take him to accompany him to his residence for the full moon.


Remus awoke again human and naked as usual, lying at the foot of the stairs of the Shrieking Shack, just outside the tunnel. Still dazed the boy looked around, wondering what he was doing there, until his thoughts hardly froze when she noticed the blood that covered it completely, the blood that had horrible taste in the mouth and even on your hands. Screaming terror stood up abruptly, then falling to the ground helplessly. With endless minutes of effort he managed to climb the stairs to the bedroom and from there to the tiny bathroom. He turned the taps with trembling hands and the water, although with some initial hiccups, he began to descend. As a fury the boy began to wash their hands as the tears began to fall on her cheeks. Remus felt to be perfectly well that it did not hurt or bitten, he knew without even having to check that the blood was not his. Terrified, feeling miserable, could not stop begs the question of who could be the blood that is still felt on the tongue between the teeth, in their saliva. The hands had not yet illumined by the blood that the boy bent over the sink, pushing and spitting without stop crying.

The water could not erase the taste, he could not send away the blood from his skin, his body could not and would never be able to not make him think that he killed some innocent that night or to have the best the assumptions made a monster to life. He stopped scratching and rubbing his hands under the water only when, from beyond the veil of tears, she realized that the skin was not red for the blood of others but because they gall was alone.
him, perhaps the most modest of all Hogwarts wizard, did not realize they even still naked when he came back in the old bedroom, pulling the blanket off the bed and gettandosela him to hide even more tracks to their view of crime he had committed it to shelter from the cold that had started to attack him. With a groan you Rinta against a wall, almost shrunken, closing in on itself as tears slid slowly from his face to the rest of the body, as if to try to continue to wash away all the blood that still smeared.
rocking back and forth, the boy began to weep, sobbing, rejecting the idea of dressing up and return to the top of the tunnel and wait for the professor that there was going to recover it.




at noon, when all the students gathered in the Great Hall for lunch, the first thing Sirius and James noticed was the absence of more than half of the teaching staff with the few that present more , that eating seemed intent on counting the students. Without even touching food, the two boys plunged almost under the table, ignoring the curious glances of all to focus on the Marauder's Map.
Remus had not yet returned to school and all teachers were professors in the Hall. Travel, the boys left the room with Peter at his heels.

When Sirius finally understood the talk of the professors what had happened that night, he ran like the wind to the Tower, "borrow" the mantle of James and slings beneath it straight to the Whomping Willow, sowing Friends behind. Had crawled to the end of the tunnel as quickly as possible, concerned for others, only to emerge on the other side is completely filled with dust and sweat. Seeing the blood on the ground had almost had a heart attack but had tried to force himself and wand in hand, had climbed up the stairs, following the trail up to the bedroom. Sufficed just push the door to see his friend crouched against a wall, his head buried between his knees and the body surrounded by a dusty blanket.
"Remus?"
The moans had ceased for a moment, only to start again, perhaps even higher.
"Go away."
Sirius would have really wanted to smile, raise your shoulders and make a few jokes, he really wanted to pretend that there was nothing unusual, abnormal in that room, but the truth was not could: not with all that blood on the floor.


"Go away. Go away, Sirius. "
Boy slowly lowered his wand, putting it in his pocket. Calmly he had approached his friend, ignoring the way that he tried to withdraw from him, and slipped on the wall and sitting on the floor beside him.
"Remus, are you okay?"
The moans seemed to increase as the words coming from under the dirty rug multiplied.
"I am nothing but a murderess. I am a monster. I suck, I'd kill myself! "
When Sirius had tried to argue, trying to convince him to stay too far and never to repeat such a thing, the boy had turned for the first time at him, eyes wide and the shocked face, his eyes almost insane.
"What have I done? What have I done, Sirius? "

Sirius soon realized to fund what were the thoughts and fears of his friend and then he lost almost a laugh as he grabbed his head and pulled against her chest and burying her face in his hair, ignoring the arms of Remus that with the little strength that remained still trying to get away from him, to remain at a safe distance.
"You have not killed anyone, the only one to be dead tonight is a Thestral of the Forest."
words Remus stopped immediately to get excited and try to move away, leaving embrace completely immobile.
"Are you sure?"
Sirius nodded gently, passing his arm under the blanket, going to tighten the bony shoulders and icy the other.
"Yes, we spied the meeting that made the teachers when you do not report at the time you agreed to the Whomping Willow: they too were worried that you could have done something but it all worked out after they have checked the records and for better or worse they remembered seeing all these students. Then it was Hagrid with the expression halfway between the raised and the sad and said that one of its Thestral was dead. McGonagall was dropped on his chair and laughed almost hysterically. "The boy broke away from the head of the companion to peek its expression with a smile, trying to pull his morale up. "You know, I think it would not hold the news that his best student would end up in Azkaban: then who could have otherwise tried to manage me and Prongs? However, they simply thought you were still asleep and kill the Thestral was some other werewolf. "
But Remus did not smile or blush at the compliment that his friend had given him, remaining with the blank stare, still skinny fingers tightened on his uniform. Sweetly, Sirius tried to shake.
"Hey, Moony: everything ok?"
Slowly, the eyes of the werewolf was lifted over him, despair still visible in him.
"If it was this time, who can say that it will be next?"
"How?"
Remus returned to try to get away from him, the voice that it was a bit 'more ; safe.
"If now the wolf has learned to block the branches of plane and has no more problems to emerge in hunt, who knows if the next time you will not be there the victim is a human instead of a magical creature? "
Sirius looked at him seriously for a moment, weighing the words of others. He decided to speak up when his friend finally looked away from him, as self-condemned, that his lip trembled a bit 'and returning the shoulders to sag. By virtue of the heir to the Black still attracted to him, pressing her head against his friend's chest, arms, trying to surround and squeeze as much as possible.
"There will be me. Just do not let yourself be more Only until we left the school after graduation, right? "In silence
Remus shook the grip on his arms and Sirius for once had no trouble making serious plans for the future.
"And even after that."