Fic: Hate (Remus centric)
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wook77Title: Hate
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wook77
Characters: Remus centric
Wordcount: 409
Rating: G
Summary: Musings on hate and reflections on the past.
A/N: Day 8 of the Fic Advent Calendar (I'm now caught up!)
The ground was chilly underneath his fingers as he plucked at a few of the pieces of grass that were strong enough to remain during the chill of winter. The marble was even colder as the chill leeched through his sweater with the holes in it and the shirt he wore underneath. The hair on his arms and chest didn't do much to help guard against the chill of night.
"I miss you, you know. Missed you even when I hated you, thought you were an arrogant murdering prick, took out my friend and all those Muggles. I hated myself because I didn't hate you for the murders, I hated you for betraying us, me. Hated that I cried out your name in the middle of the night. You were dead to me, you know." His tone was conversational and light.
One blade was still fairly green, and stubbornly clinging to its roots as he tugged. When it finally ripped out, he grinned before putting it between his teeth, tasting the earth and catching the very slight scent of grass as he chewed on it. It brought back memories of lying in the grass next to his mates and talking about inconsequential things while the Giant Squid played in the water.
Hogwarts had been a sanctuary for him, filled with friends and acceptance that he'd not been able to find at home no matter how hard his mother tried. There was always that subtle distance between them, that small hesitation; due to fear or dislike, he couldn't tell. At Hogwarts, none of his mates had hesitated. They'd done the impossible, just for him. Well, him and the challenge of it, the mischief possibilities.
The cold had his joints aching and for a moment, he swore he could feel it seeping into his soul. He laughed at the poetic image. He didn't believe that cold could seep into his soul, not really, but he still stood, just in case.
"I hate that you're not here. Always running to the rescue, don't know how I could have thought you'd betray us." Remus shook his head as he took in Sirius's name etched into the marble of a grave that couldn't possibly house a body never recovered.
"I hate myself for hating you." The grass tumbled out of his mouth as he turned on his heel and stalked to the woods. Fenrir's pack would be suspicious if he stayed away too long.
I'd love to hear what you think. Concrit welcomed (especially as I've not written much Remus)
Author:
wook77Characters: Remus centric
Wordcount: 409
Rating: G
Summary: Musings on hate and reflections on the past.
A/N: Day 8 of the Fic Advent Calendar (I'm now caught up!)
The ground was chilly underneath his fingers as he plucked at a few of the pieces of grass that were strong enough to remain during the chill of winter. The marble was even colder as the chill leeched through his sweater with the holes in it and the shirt he wore underneath. The hair on his arms and chest didn't do much to help guard against the chill of night.
"I miss you, you know. Missed you even when I hated you, thought you were an arrogant murdering prick, took out my friend and all those Muggles. I hated myself because I didn't hate you for the murders, I hated you for betraying us, me. Hated that I cried out your name in the middle of the night. You were dead to me, you know." His tone was conversational and light.
One blade was still fairly green, and stubbornly clinging to its roots as he tugged. When it finally ripped out, he grinned before putting it between his teeth, tasting the earth and catching the very slight scent of grass as he chewed on it. It brought back memories of lying in the grass next to his mates and talking about inconsequential things while the Giant Squid played in the water.
Hogwarts had been a sanctuary for him, filled with friends and acceptance that he'd not been able to find at home no matter how hard his mother tried. There was always that subtle distance between them, that small hesitation; due to fear or dislike, he couldn't tell. At Hogwarts, none of his mates had hesitated. They'd done the impossible, just for him. Well, him and the challenge of it, the mischief possibilities.
The cold had his joints aching and for a moment, he swore he could feel it seeping into his soul. He laughed at the poetic image. He didn't believe that cold could seep into his soul, not really, but he still stood, just in case.
"I hate that you're not here. Always running to the rescue, don't know how I could have thought you'd betray us." Remus shook his head as he took in Sirius's name etched into the marble of a grave that couldn't possibly house a body never recovered.
"I hate myself for hating you." The grass tumbled out of his mouth as he turned on his heel and stalked to the woods. Fenrir's pack would be suspicious if he stayed away too long.
