Sep. 8th, 2010 11:50 am
Fic: These Four Kings (Year Five 4/8)
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fox_confessorTitle: These Four Kings (Year Five 4/8)
Author: Dani (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Word Count: 1358
Rating: PG
(Pairings: in the future will be Remus/Sirius, Lily/James)
Timeline: January 1975
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. I've not made nor seek any profit.
Year 1: one/ two/ three/ four/ five/ six/ seven
Year 2: one/ two/ three/ four
Year 3: one/ two/three/four
Year 4 (coming in the future when work quits eating my brains! Sorry for the out-of-order-ness)
Year 5 one/ two/ three
Sometimes after classes, Sirius liked to escape the confines of the castle and his friends, and tear across the snowy fields in his animagus form, his thoughts simplified and his muscles stretched to the limit of their endurance. James would frequently come as well but Peter not at all, barely confident in his ability to transform, much less to romp about, though Sirius was convinced it was because he was frightened of becoming prey to some hawk or sharp-eyed owl. Sirius didn’t mind. He liked to be alone or just with James, to poke through the undergrowth, knowing he could go to Hagrid's cottage to have the brambles pulled from his fur or for a bite. There were caves and paths worn by the centaurs, hidden nests of birds and small animals, and he ached to show them to Remus who also had a love for secret places.
They'd decided tonight, at least he and James had while Peter begged for more time, just another month, but James knew that Sirius had waited long enough--as long as he could. It was past midnight a few days after the last full when they woke Remus up. He sat up in the dark, nothing but James’ wand lighting the room, and leaned heavily against Sirius for a few minutes until he was awake enough to dress silently and follow James, Peter, and Sirius from the room.
They led him to the Forbidden Forest, James producing a blindfold, which he tried to use to cover Remus’ eyes. Remus dodged his attempt and stepped partially behind Sirius, shaking his head.
“Forget it, James. I like where all my body parts are now.”
“It was an accident. Your hair grew back. C’mon.”
“No. I’m too tired for a prank. If that’s why we’ve come out here, then I’m going back up to the castle.”
James sighed heavily, greatly put out, and held the blindfold out to Sirius, who took it and jammed it into his pocket.
“It’s not a prank, Lupin. It’s a surprise and it took us a bloody long time to figure out.” Sirius turned and held his empty hand out to Remus. “C’mon. James and Peter’ll go first, though mine’s better.”
Remus tipped his head back, his breath puffing into the cold night air, and looked extremely put upon.
“C’mon, Remus. Trust me,” Sirius whispered and Remus immediately gave in, mutely nodded his head and held his hand out. Sirius grabbed his arm, flashing a grin, and turned Remus to face James and Peter. He stepped close, close enough to notice that Remus still smelled like the soap from his shower and the warmth of his bed and pillows and good enough that Sirius leaned in closer. He used his hands to cover Remus’ eyes instead of the cloth blindfold James had given him, and Remus stood still and quiet beneath him.
After a few moments where the only sound was the wind rustling on the leaves that littered the forest floor, Remus whispered, “S’cold.”
“I know. Just another minute.” Sirius stepped closer still, wishing he would could remember a good warming charm but not wanting to ask James, not now. “Ready?”
Remus nodded and Sirius dropped his hands to Remus’ shoulders. In front of them in the clearing was a large stag, its antlers brushing the leaves of a low hanging branch.
“Where are Peter and James?”
“Here,” Sirius said, whispered, and moved his hands down to Remus’ waist, holding onto him even when Remus stepped forward.
Remus held his hand out as if he would touch the stag’s muzzle but drew back, his mouth opening in surprise when he saw a rat clinging to the stag’s antlers. “I don’t understand.”
James suddenly transformed back, the rat clinging to his head before he reached to set it on the ground. Peter transformed back then, though with whiskers until he squeezed his eyes shut and made them disappear. Both James and Peter were grinning up at Remus and Remus took a step back, into Sirius, and Sirius wrapped his around tight around Remus’ chest to keep him from running.
“I don’t understand,” Remus breathed out again and he clutched at Sirius’ hands.
“We’ve become animagi,” James said. He climbed to his feet and grinned at Remus, clearly pleased with his joke and himself.
“It’s so you won’t have to be alone during the full anymore,” Sirius said and Remus turned his head to look at Sirius, his mouth opening and closing around the words he couldn’t quite work out. “The wolf wants humans, right? Not animals, everything we read says that. We’ll be able to come with you.”
“It doesn’t hurt when you do it?”
“No,” James said. “The antlers feel weird.”
“The tail took forever to get right,” Peter added.
“He got better at mending charms. I’ve no idea how many times he split his trousers.” James pulled Peter to his feet and dusted him off. “C’mon, Black. Show him what you become.”
James grabbed Remus’ hand and pulled him away from Sirius as Sirius stepped into the clearing, and started to cover Remus’ eyes like Sirius had.
Remus shook his head and stepped forward, away from James and closer to Sirius, wanting to see. “Sirius?”
Sirius grinned at him, having wanted Remus’ attention and pleased to have it so fully. He waited as long as he could, memorizing how bright Remus’ eyes were and how his breath quickened and the way he clasped his hands together. Finally, when he couldn’t wait any longer, he transformed into the great, shaggy dog, shaking himself from ears to tail and then prancing from foot to foot in doggy excitement.
“You don’t have to be alone, Remus,” James said, suddenly very close as he wrapped his arms around Remus’ shoulders and gave him a hug, laughing when Sirius barked at them, going down on his front paws and wagging his tail.
James turned back into the stag then and started chasing Sirius in a wide circle around the clearing, the dog barking. Peter transformed back into the rat with a squeak and ran to climb a sapling, well out of reach of Sirius’ massive paws. Remus laughed out loud and Sirius trotted over to him, put his paws on Remus’ shoulders and knocked him down, snuffling and nuzzling Remus, pushing his great head beneath Remus’ hand to have his ears petted. Remus still laughed as he struggled and failed to sit up and then scratched behind the dog’s ears before the dog turned back into a boy who grinned down at Remus. Remus didn’t move his hands, just cradled Sirius’ head.
“You did this for me,” Remus whispered.
Sirius noticed that Remus’ eye lashes were glittering in the scant light with unshed tears, and he drew his thumb beneath Remus’ eye, over his cheek, the look on his face greedy. “I’ll do anything for you,” he whispered back and stared for another second until the stag nudged him with its antlers.
Sirius flashed another grin, morphed into the dog and nipped at the stag’s flanks until they took another circuit around the clearing--the stag chasing the dog and then the dog chasing the stag, barking merrily, until James turned back into James. He stood there looking quiet and regal for a moment, different somehow, while the dog nosed out a stick and brought it to Remus. Remus took it from him and tossed it, doing it again and again until James shook himself out of his mood. He turned to Remus then, laughing as he cleaned his glasses on his robe.
“Don’t encourage him, Remus. We’ll be out here all night.”
Remus didn’t say anything but continued tossing the stick until finally it was just Sirius who brought it back, out of breath and still laughing, and Peter climbed down from his hiding place and turned back. If any of them saw the wetness on Remus’ cheeks, they didn’t mention it. Though as they walked quietly back to the castle, the sun just barely beginning to lighten the sky, Sirius walked as close as he could to Remus, letting the backs of their hands brush together until Remus curled his fingers around Sirius’ hand, and Sirius could only think about how this had possibly been the best night of his life.
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Author: Dani (
escribo)
Word Count: 1358
Rating: PG
(Pairings: in the future will be Remus/Sirius, Lily/James)
Timeline: January 1975
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. I've not made nor seek any profit.
Year 1: one/ two/ three/ four/ five/ six/ seven
Year 2: one/ two/ three/ four
Year 3: one/ two/three/four
Year 4 (coming in the future when work quits eating my brains! Sorry for the out-of-order-ness)
Year 5 one/ two/ three
Sometimes after classes, Sirius liked to escape the confines of the castle and his friends, and tear across the snowy fields in his animagus form, his thoughts simplified and his muscles stretched to the limit of their endurance. James would frequently come as well but Peter not at all, barely confident in his ability to transform, much less to romp about, though Sirius was convinced it was because he was frightened of becoming prey to some hawk or sharp-eyed owl. Sirius didn’t mind. He liked to be alone or just with James, to poke through the undergrowth, knowing he could go to Hagrid's cottage to have the brambles pulled from his fur or for a bite. There were caves and paths worn by the centaurs, hidden nests of birds and small animals, and he ached to show them to Remus who also had a love for secret places.
They'd decided tonight, at least he and James had while Peter begged for more time, just another month, but James knew that Sirius had waited long enough--as long as he could. It was past midnight a few days after the last full when they woke Remus up. He sat up in the dark, nothing but James’ wand lighting the room, and leaned heavily against Sirius for a few minutes until he was awake enough to dress silently and follow James, Peter, and Sirius from the room.
They led him to the Forbidden Forest, James producing a blindfold, which he tried to use to cover Remus’ eyes. Remus dodged his attempt and stepped partially behind Sirius, shaking his head.
“Forget it, James. I like where all my body parts are now.”
“It was an accident. Your hair grew back. C’mon.”
“No. I’m too tired for a prank. If that’s why we’ve come out here, then I’m going back up to the castle.”
James sighed heavily, greatly put out, and held the blindfold out to Sirius, who took it and jammed it into his pocket.
“It’s not a prank, Lupin. It’s a surprise and it took us a bloody long time to figure out.” Sirius turned and held his empty hand out to Remus. “C’mon. James and Peter’ll go first, though mine’s better.”
Remus tipped his head back, his breath puffing into the cold night air, and looked extremely put upon.
“C’mon, Remus. Trust me,” Sirius whispered and Remus immediately gave in, mutely nodded his head and held his hand out. Sirius grabbed his arm, flashing a grin, and turned Remus to face James and Peter. He stepped close, close enough to notice that Remus still smelled like the soap from his shower and the warmth of his bed and pillows and good enough that Sirius leaned in closer. He used his hands to cover Remus’ eyes instead of the cloth blindfold James had given him, and Remus stood still and quiet beneath him.
After a few moments where the only sound was the wind rustling on the leaves that littered the forest floor, Remus whispered, “S’cold.”
“I know. Just another minute.” Sirius stepped closer still, wishing he would could remember a good warming charm but not wanting to ask James, not now. “Ready?”
Remus nodded and Sirius dropped his hands to Remus’ shoulders. In front of them in the clearing was a large stag, its antlers brushing the leaves of a low hanging branch.
“Where are Peter and James?”
“Here,” Sirius said, whispered, and moved his hands down to Remus’ waist, holding onto him even when Remus stepped forward.
Remus held his hand out as if he would touch the stag’s muzzle but drew back, his mouth opening in surprise when he saw a rat clinging to the stag’s antlers. “I don’t understand.”
James suddenly transformed back, the rat clinging to his head before he reached to set it on the ground. Peter transformed back then, though with whiskers until he squeezed his eyes shut and made them disappear. Both James and Peter were grinning up at Remus and Remus took a step back, into Sirius, and Sirius wrapped his around tight around Remus’ chest to keep him from running.
“I don’t understand,” Remus breathed out again and he clutched at Sirius’ hands.
“We’ve become animagi,” James said. He climbed to his feet and grinned at Remus, clearly pleased with his joke and himself.
“It’s so you won’t have to be alone during the full anymore,” Sirius said and Remus turned his head to look at Sirius, his mouth opening and closing around the words he couldn’t quite work out. “The wolf wants humans, right? Not animals, everything we read says that. We’ll be able to come with you.”
“It doesn’t hurt when you do it?”
“No,” James said. “The antlers feel weird.”
“The tail took forever to get right,” Peter added.
“He got better at mending charms. I’ve no idea how many times he split his trousers.” James pulled Peter to his feet and dusted him off. “C’mon, Black. Show him what you become.”
James grabbed Remus’ hand and pulled him away from Sirius as Sirius stepped into the clearing, and started to cover Remus’ eyes like Sirius had.
Remus shook his head and stepped forward, away from James and closer to Sirius, wanting to see. “Sirius?”
Sirius grinned at him, having wanted Remus’ attention and pleased to have it so fully. He waited as long as he could, memorizing how bright Remus’ eyes were and how his breath quickened and the way he clasped his hands together. Finally, when he couldn’t wait any longer, he transformed into the great, shaggy dog, shaking himself from ears to tail and then prancing from foot to foot in doggy excitement.
“You don’t have to be alone, Remus,” James said, suddenly very close as he wrapped his arms around Remus’ shoulders and gave him a hug, laughing when Sirius barked at them, going down on his front paws and wagging his tail.
James turned back into the stag then and started chasing Sirius in a wide circle around the clearing, the dog barking. Peter transformed back into the rat with a squeak and ran to climb a sapling, well out of reach of Sirius’ massive paws. Remus laughed out loud and Sirius trotted over to him, put his paws on Remus’ shoulders and knocked him down, snuffling and nuzzling Remus, pushing his great head beneath Remus’ hand to have his ears petted. Remus still laughed as he struggled and failed to sit up and then scratched behind the dog’s ears before the dog turned back into a boy who grinned down at Remus. Remus didn’t move his hands, just cradled Sirius’ head.
“You did this for me,” Remus whispered.
Sirius noticed that Remus’ eye lashes were glittering in the scant light with unshed tears, and he drew his thumb beneath Remus’ eye, over his cheek, the look on his face greedy. “I’ll do anything for you,” he whispered back and stared for another second until the stag nudged him with its antlers.
Sirius flashed another grin, morphed into the dog and nipped at the stag’s flanks until they took another circuit around the clearing--the stag chasing the dog and then the dog chasing the stag, barking merrily, until James turned back into James. He stood there looking quiet and regal for a moment, different somehow, while the dog nosed out a stick and brought it to Remus. Remus took it from him and tossed it, doing it again and again until James shook himself out of his mood. He turned to Remus then, laughing as he cleaned his glasses on his robe.
“Don’t encourage him, Remus. We’ll be out here all night.”
Remus didn’t say anything but continued tossing the stick until finally it was just Sirius who brought it back, out of breath and still laughing, and Peter climbed down from his hiding place and turned back. If any of them saw the wetness on Remus’ cheeks, they didn’t mention it. Though as they walked quietly back to the castle, the sun just barely beginning to lighten the sky, Sirius walked as close as he could to Remus, letting the backs of their hands brush together until Remus curled his fingers around Sirius’ hand, and Sirius could only think about how this had possibly been the best night of his life.
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So much warm fuzziness. SOOOOO MUUUCHHHH. Ohmygosh, like, dawwww~~~~~
They're not even together yet and I'm happy as a pup with a bone. GEEEEEE. ^.^
So, so much love for this series.
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I seriously love your icon.
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