Post by moony on Feb 8, 2011 6:51:19 GMT 2
• REMUS JOHN LUPIN •
"sing it for the damned/ sing it for the blind/ sing for everyone that you left behind."
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I KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE
the basics
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I KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE
the basics
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full name, Remus John Lupin
nicknames, Just Remus, please. He's never been fond of nicknames. Padfoot's about the only person who can get away with calling him Rem (Which doesn't suit him), Remmy (Which is mildly annoying), Remmington (which is...he isn't even going to dignify that with a response.) or any other twisted version of "Remus', Sirius can come up with (And by 'getting away' with it, Remus means 'barely-tolerated-on-pain-of-hex").
Oh, and lets not forget his infamous monicker, 'Moony'. But that too is pretty much reserved for Padfoot.
age, thirthy-eight
birthday, 10 march, 1960
school, What used to be Hogwarts...
house, Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart
occupation, Remus likes to think that his occupation is that of humble professor, but aside from his very brief tenure at Hogwarts, he's been...unemployed ever since. It's never been easy for him to find work, being what he is. The events of the last three years hardly helped. He 'works' now fulltime for the Order of the Phoenix, doing everything in his power to ensure Voldemort and his followers will be brought down.
current location, One doesn't live long these days, without keeping a few secrets. He keeps close, staying in and around London as much as he deems safe ('safe' being a relatively loose term for a former marauder). Most of the time, his whereabouts seem to revolve around number 12 Grimmauld Place, but unfortunately, Remus often needs to seek refuge every month in order to transform safely. Even with the wolfsbane potion, he dislikes taking chances.
blood status, Half-blood. Some might add tainted to the mix, given his 'half-breed' status (Though Remus would be the first to tell you that 'Half-breed' is technically incorrect when referring to werewolves. Most people dislike debating the semantics. Or... you know... they're too busy trying to kill you to care...)
wand, 11 1/2, Unicorn Hair, Ash
broom, An old cleansweep four. The thing is practically an antique. He's had it for about as long as he can remember and though it's sorely lacking compared to modern day brooms, it's always served him well. Besides, Remus isn't a broomsman. Despite a small talent for flying, it's his least favourite mode of transportation. He prefers to keep his two feet on the ground.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
WHEN YOU CALL ON ME
the appearance
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hair color,
Remus was actually born blonde. Really. Yes really! He had hair the colour of straw when he was a boy but as he grew older, his hair grew darker. By the time he reached Hogwarts it had reached a tawny plateau... A little too dark to be blonde, but much too light to classify as brown. Nowadays, it's sort of a musty ash brown, streaked through with more white than is common for a man his age. Remus has never really been one to concern himself with the state of his hair. He keeps it cut short and has long since abandoned the pretense of keeping it neatly brushed. He has more important things to worry about than cowlicks and gray hairs.
eye color,
Remus' eyes are easily his best feature, though not for the reasons one might suspect. For one, they aren't a particularly dazzling colour, lying somewhere between brown and green and resembling oxidized bronze. It's an odd shade and not very flattering. So what makes them so 'unusual'? Well, if they belonged to anyone else, they wouldn't be anything special. It's because Remus' appearance is often so affected by the moon, that they stand out. While the rest of him tends to look ill and drawn and haggared, Remus' eyes are always bright, alert and alive. There's no weakness there, no weariness, nothing but a sharp intensity that can shift from kindness and compassion one moment, to fierce defiance the next. He's been told that he has a very owl-like gaze. It's a powerful contrast that's hard to ignore.
height, 5 foot, 11". Remus isn't very imposing. He's about average in terms of height and he posesses a slight, wirey build.
weight, 136 lbs. He's a little on the thin side. It gives him a bit of a sickly look, as if he's always ill. For that reason, people tend to underestimate Remus Lupin. His 'frail' appearance and unassuming stature tends to make him look like an easy target. You'll be happy to know that he's a lot sturdier than he looks.
distinguising features,
- He always looks as if he's sick with something
- He has a look to him of someone who's grown too old, too fast, in too short a period of time.
- The scars. Werewolves are dangerous creatures, not only to others, but to themselves as well. 33 years worth of full moons have not been kind to him. Some of them, like the faint line across his right temple, or the thick scratch on his chin are faint and not all too noticeable. Others, however, are darker and more prominent, like the jagged mark he received from Fenrir Greyback on the upper part of his left arm. It is because of scars like these that Remus never wears anything less than long sleeves.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
WHEN YOU REACH FOR ME
the personality
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likes,
- Chocolate. Yes, even at 38, he's persisted in keeping up a healthy sweet tooth.
- His students. Well... they're no longer his students anymore. Still, Remus feels responsible for the young witches and wizards he taught some four years ago.
-Nymphadora Tonks.She's far too young for him. She deserves someone who could offer her a future, not a penniless old werewolf.
- Books. He's had less time for reading than he's liked during these past few years, but shifting through ancient texts and reading up on obscure facts, is still one of his favourite passtimes.
- The Order. It isn't so much a 'like' but an obsession of sorts. For the last three years, his life has been the Order of the Phoenix. Nothing else seems important anymore. When James and Lily died and Sirius had been imprisoned and he had believed Peter dead too, Remus had taken solace in the knowledge that, at the very least, they had won. Their deaths meant something. But then Voldemort came back, risen from the ashes like some deranged version of a phoenix, and Harry was killed- With that single act, Voldemort made their deaths meaningless. Destroying the dark lord once and for all is the only way to ensure that all the blood, all the sweat and all the tears ever meant anything.
- Memories. Sometimes, it feels like they're all he has. He misses James. He misses Lily. He even misses Peter, or at least, the Peter he once knew, not the traitor who orchestrated the deaths of his closest friends. He misses Harry too; Harry, the last part of Lily and James, the proof that they had ever existed. Gone, without so much as a chance. Remus has seen more than his fair share of friends murdered. Remembering happier times, trying to capture them in a moment of carefree innocence is the only way he knows how to keep them alive.
dislikes,
- The full moon; 33 years and the invention of the Wolfsbane Potion has yet to make the moon any easier on him.
- Ignorance and the intolerance that comes with it.
- Voldemort and his death eaters.
- Peter Pettigrew. The traitorous Peter Pettigrew. If given the chance, Remus would kill him without a second thought.
- He's had an aversion to rats ever since the Peter incident too.
- His life. He doesn't mean to be depressing, but he's seen far too many friends die, and far too little justice served to garner much appreciation for it. It's just...
This wasn't the future he expected to have. That's all.
strengths,
- Intelligent
- Calm and clear-headed in most situations. He reacts based on thought, not on emotion.
- Resourceful. Remus knows how to think on his feet.
- Brave
- Practical and down to earth.
- Expert Duelist. He's a little sad to say he's had plenty of practice.
weaknesses,
- He has a bit of an inferiority complex. He tends to put himself down.
- Has a hard time saying no to friends
- Becomes dangerous to himself and others on the full moon
- Has definite trust issues. He keeps people an arm's length away.
- Can be a little hypocritical
- Silver. It's a werewolf thing.
quirks/habits,
- He's a bit of a neat freak. If anything is out of place, it probably won't be long before he's rearranging to make things look tidier.
- He's always up earlier- If he ever gets to sleep at all, that is.
- He tends to bury himself in work when worried, upset or just plain trying to avoid the facts of life. Lately, all he seems to do is work.
worst fear,
Remus' worst fear is, and always will remain, his Lycanthropy. Ever since he was five, the approach of the full moon has always meant pain, blood and stints at St.Mungo's. Even with those terrible nights dealt with and out of the way, Remus is still not permitted to live the next few weeks in peace. Lycanthropy isn't simply a passing occurrence. You could almost say it's a living, breathing thing. It constantly exists, a presence that is him, yet not him simultaneously, one that lurks within the confines of his mind, feral, violent and animalistic. Its influence waxes and wanes along with the cycles of the moon and it is in suppressing this influence that causes Remus to look so haggard and sickly, whereas the werewolves who embrace it are often powerful, frightening beings even without a full moon to lend them power. This presence is a constant reminder of how dangerous he really is, despite having managed to 'intergrate' into human life so well. What he fears is hurting someone, killing someone or condemning someone to a similar half-life, that he himself lives.
best kept secret,
His lycanthropy. He went 7 years in hogwarts without having his secret extend beyond four people.
patronus,
Remus' patronus takes on the form of a silver wolf. It's a form that's a little too ironic for his tastes, but if you look past the wild, feral darkness of the werewolf, the wolf as a symbol in its own right, has positive connotations. Many cultures see them as teachers. They represent wisdom, knowledge, friendship and strength. He grudgingly has to admit that it suits him. Sort of...
He still dislikes it.
His happiest memory? Those are hard to come by, these days. It was once the day Sirius, James and Peter revealed to him their animagai forms, the complex magic they had undertaken in for his sake. Such a show of indestructible friendship stayed with him for a long time. Sirius' 'betrayal'....which in time, he realized, had been Peter's betrayal, tainted the memory.
boggart,
Harry. Dead. It was like hearing the news that James had died all over again. Remus hates to think about Harry, about how little he really knew about his best friend's only son and how soon his life inevitably came to an end. He feels he should have done something... he should have prevented it somehow. It's a futile thought and he tries not to dwell on it. Men go mad for lesser things...
But he was James' son. Remus feels that that reason alone should have urged him to take some sort of action...
amortenia,
Old books, the smell of ink, hot chocolate and wet earth.
relationship status,You have no idea how complicated....single. It's going to stay that way.
sexuality, Straight
overall personality,
Keep it together. That has pretty much been Remus' mantra for the last 18 years, starting from the days of the first war and slowly growing all the more desperate as he gets on in years: Keep it together. He's good at that. If there is anything Remus knows how to do well, it's keeping it together. You could say it's a little ironic that he owes this strength of character to one of the most difficult and draining aspects of his life. It's this the endurance of will required to face the full moon every month, that's shaped Remus into the the tenacious and driven individual he is today. He doesn't have a choice, really. It's a survival mechanism and the sole reason he's lived through 33 years of transformations and the multiple early deaths of so many friends, with most of his sanity still in tact. Remus has an incredible ability to self-tune his sense of focus. He keeps his inner thoughts separate from the outer self he presents to the world. It isn't perfect, of course, but to the untrained eye, Remus Lupin is a man who has everything figured out. It's this aspect of his character that tends to make him an excellent confidant, the type of person you would seek advice from and Remus tries to indulge this (off the mark, or so he thinks) trust as much as he can. Given the Order's position and waning moral, he finds himself fulfilling this role often. The only problem is that Remus is never given the opportunity to express his own feelings and misgivings, feeling he needs to keep them hidden in the presence of others. He tends to bottle them up, usually brooding on them in private.
Remus is easily one of the most intelligent people you'll ever meet. In fact, most people express mild surprise when they find out he used to be a Gryffindor. Remus used to spend much of his time in the Hogwart's library, researching or studying- but 9 out of 10 times, he sought the solitude of the library for his own enjoyment. He used to read whatever he could get his hands on. Even now, Remus values knowledge for its own sake, though the current war has put a damper on his reading time. Still, a lifetime of interest and careful study has made him very knowledgeable in a variety of areas (Defense Against the Dark Arts and, ironically, the study of Magical Creatures, being his areas of expertise). Remus is also very rational- He thinks with his head, rather than with his heart. His patience and pointed ability to think before he acts is what helps him maintain a calm, careful facade in almost any circumstance. He isn't the type to freeze up when faced with danger, but reacts coolly and efficiently. However, despite Remus' analytical matter, he still recognizes the importance of protecting innocent people over following through on an objective.
Remus is very protective of the people around him, mostly because he's already lost so much. He feels it's a responsibility of his and while his selflessness is commendable, Remus suffers from a bit of an inferiority complex. To be honest, he doesn't see his life as being worth very much when weighed on a scale opposite another. This isn't to say that he's careless.... but he tends to forget to pay attention to his own needs, when the well being of someone else comes into play.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
WHEN YOU BLESS THE DAY
the history
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mother, Laura Lupin (Nee Hart), Deceased. Homemaker/Muggle
father, John Lupin, Deceased. Unemployed at time of death. Former Minister in the Ministry of Magic
siblings, None
extended family, None
others of importance,
James Potter. Deceased
Lily Potter. Deceased
Harry Potter. Deceased
Peter Pettigrew- Traitor.
Sirius Black- Best Friend. Like a brother to him, really.
Fenrir Greyback- The werewolf who turned him. Remus has nothing but contempt for him...Nymphadora Tonks
overall history,
Remus Lupin was born to a fairly well respected wizarding family on March 10, 1960. His father worked in the Control of Dangerous Magical Creatures department, while his mother was the typical stay at home wife- though she was a muggle, she took to the strange hybrid life between magic and normality like a fish to water. Growing up, Remus always had the best of both worlds. He was making books hop about the room by the age of three, yet at the same time he grew up in a predominately muggle area just outside of London. Remus' early years were happy... as far as he can remember at least. All that changed when he was bitten. He was five years old at the time. His father, John Lupin had long been an advocate against the growing threat of Lycanthropy and was pushing for the creation of new laws that would see every single werewolf in London registered and moved to special facilities each full moon for quarantine. Any werewolf who didn't comply would immediately be sent to Azkaban. These laws were met with great zeal by the wizarding community, though unfortunately, they caught they attentions of the notorious Fenrir Greyback. When John Lupin refused to reform the laws upon Greyback's 'insistence', the infamous werewolf retaliated- Against the Lupin's only son. The incident spelled the beginning of the end for Remus' father- it not only finished his career, but inevitably led him to an early grave.
The news of the incident was kept secret by the Ministry of Magic. John Lupin was fired, the Daily Prophet was threatened to keep silent and the Lupins were forced into ruin. It was better, the Ministry decided, for the Lupins to disappear quietly and without a fuss, as to avoid scandal. The family was forced to move from their quiet, nice little home, into one of the worst wizarding neighborhoods on the east end of London, but their troubles didn't end there. It didn't take long for their new neighbors to discover the affliction that cursed the family's young son. The Lupins would soon wake up in the night to hear breaking glass, discover slurs and violent graffiti etched across the door of their modest home with permanent magic- They were hounded, despised, met with threats and violence, and again the Ministry decided to relocate them- But each time the results where the same. Everywhere they went, they were not wanted. Everywhere they tried to rebuild their shattered lives, the fear and ignorance and stigma inevitably caught up with them and they were forced to get up again and move.
His father was never able to find another job, though he was often away for days at a time, trying to seek employment outside of London. His mother was a bit luckier. Being a muggle, she was able to avoid most of the roadblocks her husband met, keeping the family alive financially. When Remus was 8, the family moved into a small, desecrate little house outside the suburb of Gravesend, far from both muggles and wizards alike. Despite all their difficulties, his mother was determined to maintain some sort of normalcy in their lives. Up until that point, Remus had been an exceedingly quiet and withdrawn child. Laura took it upon herself to do all she could to distract him from “That Night” as they called it in their house. When she wasn't working, she'd take him on trips, bring him to museums- She managed to get her hands on a large crate of worn and torn books for practically nothing and encouraged him to learn at every turn. Reading became an escape for him. With a book in his hands, he didn't have to think about the transformations.
Remus had heard of Hogwarts from his father... But by the time he actually came of age, Remus was very doubtful that he'd ever be able to attend. Imagine his shock when, one July morning, not only did he receive his invitation, but with it came the most curious old man he'd ever seen. Albus Dumbledore himself payed a visit to the Lupins to assure them of the validity of the invitation. He knew they had their worries... but as far as he was concerned, twelve nights out of a year was hardly a good reason to keep a budding wizard from an education. He was willing to welcome Remus to Hogwarts. As for the matter of his little...problem- Well, no one needed to know about that. As long as they took certain precautions, it could remain their little secret.
And so, that is how Remus Lupin found his way to Hogwarts. The first year was a difficult one for him. There was so much to take in, so much to see, and all the while he had been terrified for himself and his secret. It hadn't helped that he'd somehow found himself paired up in a dormitory with two very rambunctious boys and a stubby young fellow who followed the other two around in admiration. At first, Remus did not get along with his roommates James and Sirius. They were confused by his withdrawn manner and when their first attempts at friendship didn't go so well, they found teasing him over his books to be better sport. But James and Sirius were not without heart... and when he found himself in the hospital wing after his first transformation, they were kind enough to visit, as they did every month after that. It didn't take long for them to piece together the truth. For the first time in his life, Remus had friends... and not just any friends, but friends who didn't care for what he was. It was an immense weight off his shoulder. Meeting the Marauders was the best thing that ever happened to him.
The Marauders remained fast friends after school, even as they all pursued their different aspirations. In Remus' case, he went to work studying to become a teacher. His plans, however, did not pan out. It was a harsh blow, especially after the kind of tolerance he'd grown used to for the last 7 years. He'd almost forgotten how his kind were really viewed. Despite passing the written certification with flying colours, Remus failed the interviews a grand total of six times. It came to a point where it was necessary for him to look for other employment. He worked at Flourish and Blotts for a few months, until a visit from an official looking fellow suddenly terminated that job. He got a job in the Magical Institute of Gargantuan Records, a library dedicated to creating a collection of all the world's knowledge. That job too, came to a harsh end after the mystery of his sick days was discovered. It soon came to the point where he was forced to accept charity from James. Prongs insisted, despite Remus' vehement opposition. He'd find galleons in his socks, a stew from Lily tucked in the back of his fridge... He appreciated the sentiment, but he didn't want to be indebted to his friends for the rest of his life. Inevitably though, he found he had no choice but to accept it.
The first war came in 1979 and the Marauders joined with the Order. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. They knew what was at stake, what they were fighting for. They knew it would be dangerous, that people could potentially be killed- But they were young then. To the marauders, it was just another exciting adventure. That is, until the first one died...Marlene McKinnon, her entire family killed. Suddenly, it wasn't an adventure anymore. It was suddenly all the more necessary to put a stop to Voldemort. They threw everything they had into the fight but the body count continued to grow. It soon became apparent that there was a mole in their midst. But before anything could be done about it, Lily and James were killed. Sirius was imprisoned for the crime and Peter was believed to be dead. Voldemort died. The war was over. And suddenly, Remus was alone.
The next twelve years were not easy for Remus. He found it difficult adjusting to life with his friends gone and Sirius marked as a traitor of the worst kind. He did what he could to keep from dwelling on it... He pooled together what little funds he had and did a lot of traveling. The act of moving kept him from focusing too much on the aching loneliness, but he truly felt the emptiness in his life whenever he returned home. Time went on. Then like that strange July morning so many years ago, there was a knock at his door and to his great shock, Albus Dumbledore was standing on his porch with the offer of a job. At first, he was a little reluctant to return to Hogwarts, the scene of so many happy memories soured by time. Remus, however, could never turn down a request from Dumbledore. That was how he found himself as Hogwart's new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and subsequently, how he met Harry. He knew who Harry was the minute he saw him. It wasn't the scar, but rather his incredible likeness to James, and then, Lily's eyes looking back at him. He hadn't seen Harry since he was barely a year old. Remus wishes he could have had the opportunity to get to know James' son. A year later and Harry was dead, Voldemort had returned, and it felt as if the horrors of the first war were upon him again. Only this time, there is no Harry Potter to put a stop to it....- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I GET WINGS TO FLY
the player
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name/alias, Art!
gender, Female
age, 20
contact, ._. Beepy things distract me. So uh... I don't have any. Email and pm's are as good a means as any
other characters, Nada
passwords, Flobberworms
experiance, Oooh, lots. Too much, really. Close to ten years now, on and off (Of course, I wasn't even half good for like... 6 of them XD).
how you found us, Caution, Baby!
roleplay sample.
(So this was originally going to be for the boggart section, but it wound up being too long, and there was a recent event that deserved that spot, but I still liked this, so...uh... here you go. Please note I usually don't post monsters like this unless inspiration is really up there. Someone decided they liked me tonight.)
Lily and James were dead.
Lily and James were dead.
Lily and James were dead... Sirius killed them. No...-
No, that wasn't right. James and Lily were dead, Voldemort killed them. Sirius... Sirius didn't kill them... but he betrayed them.
The words made no sense to him. Remus sat in his stiff old armchair by the fire and stared into the long dead ashes, struggling to comprehend. The concept was all wrong to him, like a mathematical equation gone awry: 2 + 2 was 5 and the whole world was in agreeance.
2 + 2 was 5.
James and Lily were dead.
The more he repeated it, the more he ran it through his head, the more he tried to make sense of its very meaning, the more he couldn't understand. 2 + 2 may be 5, but Lily and James could not be dead. That was an equation he could not accept.
He threw his head into his hands, desperate in his denial. How could they be dead? It was impossible. To be dead, you had to cease living. To cease living you had to be.... you had to be devoid of life! And if there ever existed two people who were filled with life, who practically brimmed with it, it was Lily and James. Prongs was the definition of livelihood. Prongs with his puckish manner, his ever-changing moods and that ridiculously stupid grin of his. And Lily....
Lily had her smile, her eyes, her fierce temper. If he closed his eyes, he could hear them... they were right there. James was laughing, sitting back majestically in a ratty old chair pulled up by the fireplace, his heels propped up on a pile of dry logs, as he ran a hand through his messy hair: “I'll tell you, that was a close one, Mate!” He was saying, grinning as if dodging danger was an occupational hazard. He tilted his head to the side and gave Lily that smile that was reserved only for her, sweet and tender and filled with so much love, as he took her by the waist and, heedless of anyone else in the room, tugged her right onto his lap. “Thought we were done for this time, didn't we?” He said, and Lily smiled back, and suddenly, Remus opened his eyes, utterly terrified-
Because...
“Lily.....and James are...dead.” He felt the wet on his cheeks before he even knew he was crying. An electric shock ran through him and he suddenly threw himself to his feet. Lily and James were dead, but- But what about Harry! Little Harry! They were...they were dead, but he was still alive. Remus almost threw himself out the front door, forgetting for the instant that he could apparate. So lost were his thoughts that it took him a long while to recall exactly what Dedalus had told him. He started pacing, hissing in uncharacteristic frustration. Think! What had Dedalus said.... What were his words, for Merlin's sake!
Voldemort was dead. Dedalus had repeated that many times. Harry had killed him. Remus hissed, feeling as if he was back at the beginning, struggling through concepts his overwrought mind could scarcely comprehend. Why... why had Harry killed him?
Or rather, how? He was an infant... a child! He couldn't properly recall the how, but Remus didn't think Dedalus said. He did say something about Dumbledore. Dumbledore had...had taken Harry.
Remus fixed his tired eyes out his grimy window and leaned against the frame, peering out into the night. He was still shaking with the knowledge, the shock... but what suddenly took hold of him with a far fiercer grip than even the slowly spreading anguish, was the desperate need to leave his house this very instant so that he could find Dumbledore, find Harry. It took Remus a long while to realize he was holding his breath. It took him an even longer while to realize he was clutching the frame so hard, that splinters were digging into his palm.
With deliberate effort, Remus forced himself to breath and slowly...carefully, loosened his grip.
Dumbledore had Harry. Everything....everything would be alright. He trusted Dumbledore completely. No one else would take better care of James' son...
Remus watched the sky for a long while. Then slowly, he turned, moving like an old man as he sunk back into the stiff armchair, hiding his face with his hand.
Lily and James were dead. The thought was raw. It was pain. To think it was like taking a knife and tearing a rent through his chest. He blearily stared at his fireplace, unfocused, unseeing. His thoughts of James and Lily naturally brought him to another point. To....To Sirius.
Remus didn't want to think of Sirius. 2 + 2 was no longer 5. 2 + 2 was 38, because Sirius had betrayed the Potters. Sirius had betrayed James. He clenched his teeth tight, not wishing to believe it, but gone was his mind's capacity for denial. He was suddenly being assailed by cold, ruthless facts, terrible truths that whispered and hissed and struck out at him when he wasn't looking:
”He was reckless. He was always reckless... it must have been a prelude, a build up to this.”
Sirius had been reckless. Remus had never met a person with so singular a disregard for another person's well-being. But... but it wasn't a recklessness born of maliciousness! This...this was Sirius! Since when did he ever-
”Think? Obviously he was doing a lot of thinking. All that brooding. Someone was giving Voldemort and his followers information! It was coming from inside. It makes sense now, put the pieces together! He was one of them all along-”
No...Sirius always hated that. He'd hated his family... He'd hated the legacy they wanted him to live out. It wasn't true.
”Maybe he hated them too much. Maybe he hated them so much, he wound up hating himself, wound up realizing that it was a useless fight. He hated them so much, he became one of them, because he couldn't handle hating what he was.”
He chose who he was! He chose to be different, he chose to defy, he chose what was right over what others falsely worshiped as right! He was different... They were friends...
“Who was the secret keeper for the Potters? It was Sirius! Don't you understand? Voldemort couldn't have found them, couldn't have killed them, unless Sirius handed them over on a silver platter. He betrayed them.”
No.
”He led them right to Lily and James.”
No... He couldn't believe it. James and Sirius, Sirius and James. They were practically brothers. Sirius would rather die-
” And James is dead! As is Lily! He betrayed them.”
He....betrayed them.
A low, waning moan tore through him as Remus stooped forward in his seat, his arms wrapped tightly around him.
Voldemort was dead... Harry had killed him. Voldemort found the Potters. They'd been betrayed...
And Lily and James were dead....
Sirius as good as killed them.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I CAN TOUCH THE SKY
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this entire application was made by HARPER BELLE?! of caution. lyrics by celine dion, from her song 'i'm alive'. please do not steal. it's not nice, and there's no reason for it. if you do use this, please credit me!
