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Mischief Managed by krabapple (R)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
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krabapple
Author Website:grimmauld_fics
Why this must be read: Lets start off saying this is AU, set during Prisoner of Azkaban. Lily and James were betrayed before the charm was cast, and everyone has their suspicions on who the traitor was. This is a fic about how a war can tare people apart, and the kinds of accusations that can fly when tension is high. It's about finding the truth, even if it hurts.
How he hadn't known immediately who their fellow passenger was, Sirius didn't know. He supposed time, age and distance had been mitigating factors, but Remus' body language remained the same; the way he slouched against the window with his cheek pressed to the glass was exactly the same as it had been every time they had ridden the Hogwarts Express together and Remus had fallen asleep, including the time fifth year when Sirius, Peter, and James had found the position too enticing and slipped a dozen ice mice down the back of Remus' collar. Or the way Remus' cloak was pulled up to his eyes – he had always slept with the blankets covering his nose, from the time of their Hogwarts days until . . . well, until. His hair was still the same brown, partly glowing a bit golden in the light of the compartment, and there was a liberal amount of silver threaded through now, though Remus was no more than thirty-three. That was another small symptom of the lycanthropy, Sirius knew, and Remus had been growing just a couple of silver hairs at his temples the last time Sirius had seen him. Remus might actually have possessed the same cloak as the last time Sirius had seen him, and that thought made Sirius turn away, his eyes sliding back down to his book with something like guilt and shame.
The train ride wore on, and Remus did not wake. Sirius left the compartment early, just a little before the train reached Hogsmeade, on school business as he said to the three children, but really so he wouldn't have to face Remus' eyes as he woke up. Sirius wasn't sure if he would feel sadness or anger upon seeing Remus' unfocused brown eyes, and he didn't want to find out, not this soon.
Mischief Managed: Part One, Part Two
Alright, guys, thats it for this month. Hope you liked at least one of them.
Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
Author on LJ:
krabappleAuthor Website:
grimmauld_ficsWhy this must be read: Lets start off saying this is AU, set during Prisoner of Azkaban. Lily and James were betrayed before the charm was cast, and everyone has their suspicions on who the traitor was. This is a fic about how a war can tare people apart, and the kinds of accusations that can fly when tension is high. It's about finding the truth, even if it hurts.
How he hadn't known immediately who their fellow passenger was, Sirius didn't know. He supposed time, age and distance had been mitigating factors, but Remus' body language remained the same; the way he slouched against the window with his cheek pressed to the glass was exactly the same as it had been every time they had ridden the Hogwarts Express together and Remus had fallen asleep, including the time fifth year when Sirius, Peter, and James had found the position too enticing and slipped a dozen ice mice down the back of Remus' collar. Or the way Remus' cloak was pulled up to his eyes – he had always slept with the blankets covering his nose, from the time of their Hogwarts days until . . . well, until. His hair was still the same brown, partly glowing a bit golden in the light of the compartment, and there was a liberal amount of silver threaded through now, though Remus was no more than thirty-three. That was another small symptom of the lycanthropy, Sirius knew, and Remus had been growing just a couple of silver hairs at his temples the last time Sirius had seen him. Remus might actually have possessed the same cloak as the last time Sirius had seen him, and that thought made Sirius turn away, his eyes sliding back down to his book with something like guilt and shame.
The train ride wore on, and Remus did not wake. Sirius left the compartment early, just a little before the train reached Hogsmeade, on school business as he said to the three children, but really so he wouldn't have to face Remus' eyes as he woke up. Sirius wasn't sure if he would feel sadness or anger upon seeing Remus' unfocused brown eyes, and he didn't want to find out, not this soon.
Mischief Managed: Part One, Part Two
Alright, guys, thats it for this month. Hope you liked at least one of them.
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