A Mother's Love [Harry Potter, R/S, PG-13]
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kinkfestTitle: A Mother’s Love
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Rating/ Warnings: PG-13 for language and references to homosexuality; spoilers through OotP
Word Count: 284 (According to MS Word)
A/N: Huge thanks once again tolastwordy_mcgee, the world’s best beta.
Prompt: Harry Potter Remus/Sirius – Mourning the dead – “And if I only could / Make a deal with God / And get Him to swap our places...”
Summary:
Remus Lupin stood on the street before No. 12, Grimmauld Place. He was unconcerned with the question of heritage; Sirius had taught him years ago how to slip into the house unnoticed. He could have left this up to Dumbledore, but he felt it was his responsibility alone. Love is unique in the terrible burdens it brings.
Kreacher stared as he came through the kitchen, but said nothing directly to him, just mumbling epithets as he walked slowly away. Remus followed, the familiar rooms filling with the ghosts of his memories, both old and new.
When he reached the hallway, he didn’t bother to be quiet; he just reached up and yanked the sheet off the portrait with a flourish as it started to scream, "catamite pervert werewolf scum, corrupting my son! My filthy blood traitor son! TRAITOR SCU--"
"Your son is dead," Remus interrupted her. The image of Mrs. Black shut her mouth with a snap. "Your precious Bellatrix used the Killing Curse on him. He died a hero, protecting those he loved."
For once, the portrait was completely silent. His mission, his final gift to Sirius accomplished, Remus Lupin strode to the door.
As he stood on the threshold, his hand touching the ornate brass knob, he turned back, tears running down his careworn face. "Catamite or not, Mrs. Black, I loved Sirius, and there was nothing perverted or sinful about it. If I could make a deal with God and get Him to swap our places, I would do so without question. One wonders: were you alive, would you feel the same?"
As he closed the door behind him, he heard the sound of of her high, keening wail begin.
Author:
gkingsleyRating/ Warnings: PG-13 for language and references to homosexuality; spoilers through OotP
Word Count: 284 (According to MS Word)
A/N: Huge thanks once again to
lastwordy_mcgee, the world’s best beta.Prompt: Harry Potter Remus/Sirius – Mourning the dead – “And if I only could / Make a deal with God / And get Him to swap our places...”
Summary:
Remus Lupin stood on the street before No. 12, Grimmauld Place. He was unconcerned with the question of heritage; Sirius had taught him years ago how to slip into the house unnoticed. He could have left this up to Dumbledore, but he felt it was his responsibility alone. Love is unique in the terrible burdens it brings.
Kreacher stared as he came through the kitchen, but said nothing directly to him, just mumbling epithets as he walked slowly away. Remus followed, the familiar rooms filling with the ghosts of his memories, both old and new.
When he reached the hallway, he didn’t bother to be quiet; he just reached up and yanked the sheet off the portrait with a flourish as it started to scream, "catamite pervert werewolf scum, corrupting my son! My filthy blood traitor son! TRAITOR SCU--"
"Your son is dead," Remus interrupted her. The image of Mrs. Black shut her mouth with a snap. "Your precious Bellatrix used the Killing Curse on him. He died a hero, protecting those he loved."
For once, the portrait was completely silent. His mission, his final gift to Sirius accomplished, Remus Lupin strode to the door.
As he stood on the threshold, his hand touching the ornate brass knob, he turned back, tears running down his careworn face. "Catamite or not, Mrs. Black, I loved Sirius, and there was nothing perverted or sinful about it. If I could make a deal with God and get Him to swap our places, I would do so without question. One wonders: were you alive, would you feel the same?"
As he closed the door behind him, he heard the sound of of her high, keening wail begin.
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Date: 2008-02-06 10:30 am (UTC)This was my prompt, very well done! Thanks!
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Date: 2008-02-07 02:56 pm (UTC)