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A Marauder’s Christmas Carol	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 1235 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Marauder’s Christmas Carol: Part Two.

Remus opened his eyes and found himself standing inside the common room, he gazed around at the warmly familiar room with a small smile before spotting a lone figure standing by the fire. His heart seemed to skip in his chest as he recognised fifteen year old Sirius Black, a mixture of extremely complicated feelings welled up inside him and he bit down on his lower lip. Sirius sank to his knees before the fire and Remus watched him throw a battered piece of Parchment into the greedy flames, they leapt up to devour it eagerly. “I…I remember…I…” Remus stepped back from the sad looking boy, his face pale as he tried to escape the memory. “Lily…take me away from here.” He whispered and turned to his companion. Lily only smiled sadly at him and he knew she wanted him to re-live this, one of his more painful Christmas’.

“Sirius?”

Remus turned to see himself stood upon the stairs that led towards the boy’s dorms, he watched himself walk down them slowly wearing his pyjama’s. Sirius turned his head so the firelight illuminated his face. “Remus…What are you doing up?”

“I woke to go to the toilet and you weren’t in bed…what’s wrong?”

Sirius smiled bitterly and turned back to the fire. “Nothing, Moony. Go back to bed…”

“I can’t sleep now I’m awake.” Remus reached the bottom of the stairs and moved to his friends side, he sat on the carpet at his side and watched the fire. There was a long, comfortable silence before Sirius spoke again.

“I-If I were to tell you a secret would you keep it?” Sirius whispered.

“Of course. You’ve kept mine since Second Year.”

Sirius smiled into the fire briefly before it fell again. “I’m in love with someone.”

Remus’ face remained impassive but inside he was in turmoil, Sirius was in love? He knew that his chances with the delinquent Black were basically zero, Sirius showed no inclination towards romance of any kind but Remus guessed he was straight. “Oh? Why do you look so miserable if you’re in love?”

Sirius looked at him. “Because the person I’m in love with doesn’t see me…not really.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, everyone see’s you…you hardly give them any choice.” Remus tried to smile but it fell quickly when Sirius’ face remained sad.

“They look at me but they don’t see me…” He shook his head slowly and heaved a great sigh. “But I don’t care about them, only this one person…if only they’d…look at me instead of-of looking through me…I…” He chuckled softly and pushed the fingers of one hand into his hair. There was another long pause before Sirius stood up, he smiled down at Remus, all his melancholy disappearing behind the mask he wore. “It doesn’t matter, Moony, let’s get to bed.”

Older Remus shook his head slowly, he turned to Lily as his younger counterpart followed Sirius up the stairs. Lily wasn’t smiling as she bent and picked up the nearby fire poker, she dug around and pushed out the charred bit of parchment, slowly she picked it up and handed it to him. “Read it.” She said quietly, Remus gazed down at the paper before nervously extending his hand and taking it. When he unfurled it he found himself gazing down at an exquisite drawing of himself, he recognised himself but didn’t. In the picture he was sat in an arm chair laughing, all his blemishes were absent, he looked perfect. A lump formed in his throat and he dropped the parchment back into the fire.

“It belongs there…turning to ashes.” He whispered bitterly. Lily took his hand and leaned forward, gently she placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Let’s see what else this Christmas has to show us, shall we?”

Once again the world blurred around them, they found themselves in the Great Hall surrounded by huge Christmas trees. Students sat along the single table, houses intermingling as they celebrated. Remus’ eyes scanned the table and he spotted himself sitting beside Peter and talking happily, two seats along sat Sirius and James who was loudly talking about the new broom his parents had got him. Sirius nodded and smiled but older Remus could see the sadness in his eyes, they continued to dart towards younger Remus. When the feast was over people gathered up their cracker prizes and began leaving. James wore a pirate hat and was trying to incite Sirius into a lively swash buckle with a couple of bread sticks, Sirius merely shrugged him off and walked up the stairs alone. Younger Remus’ eyes followed him before he broke into a run after his friend, James shrugged before breaking his bread stick across the top of Peter’s head and dusting him in crumbs.

Remus found Sirius sat by the fire, the majority of the others staying behind in the castle were out pelting each other with snow balls. He moved slowly towards his friend and once again sat at his side, they were silent for a long time until Sirius turned to look at Remus. “You didn’t have to-” Sirius’ eyes widened behind his fringe as Remus cut off his sentence with two fingers against his lips, slowly brown eyes lifted upwards and grey followed. Above them, hovering by the ceiling was a bunch of white berries and green leaves. “Mistletoe.” Remus breathed and returned his gaze to Sirius’, slowly his fingers slid from his friends lips and he leaned forward. He must have been slightly tipsy from all the eggnog James had been forcing him to drink, he hated the stuff really, it was just plain unnatural to have egg and alcohol. What he was doing was stupid, stupid and possibly dangerous considering how unpredictable Sirius could be. He would probably end up having his testicles cursed into Baubles, but in that moment he didn’t care. Their lips brushed lightly, Remus kept one hand on the side of Sirius’ face and his eyes shut. Slowly, carefully he increased the pressure of the kiss.

Older Remus watched from the shadows, he remembered that moment with an intense mixture of agony and affection. He watched Sirius lift his arms and wrap them around his shoulders, he watched as his younger counterpart deepened the kiss with a soft moan. He remembered with painful clarity the sudden rush of warmth, the feel of Sirius’ lips, the way his heart beat against his own. Suddenly he turned away, Lily put her hand on his shoulder and leaned close. “How long did you two dance around each other before realising this was what you both wanted?”

“Three years…I…I loved him for three years and convinced myself that he would never return my feelings…who would? I’m a monster and he’s…he was…a prince. A wonderful, cruel, careless prince.”

“He hurt you…”

Remus nodded, wrapping his arms around himself tightly. “How could it not have hurt? To be t-told…told that I…I couldn’t be trusted?! Me! What of him?! Look at what he did?! Look at what he did to you…t-to James?!” He shuddered and turned around to gaze at Lily, her green eyes were full of pity and some hidden knowledge, she smiled tenderly and placed another kiss on his stubble-roughened cheek.

“Come on, let’s go.” She held his hand in her own, so warm and lifelike it was difficult to remember that she was now eight years in the grave.

They found themselves in a small garden, snow lay on the ground and a huge oak tree extended towards the sky. Remus smiled as he recognised the low built cottage. “This place…it’s…it’s where I grew up before I…before the accident…” He turned a suddenly smiling face to Lily who gazed around with interest. There was a loud burst of childish laughter and suddenly the back door burst open, a small boy of about five ran out wearing one mitten, a hat that was falling off his head and a scarf that trailed through the snow.

“Mummy! Mummy! Come look!” He cried and began gathering snow in his small hands, a man came and stood by the door with a pipe clenched between his teeth and a smile on his face while a harassed looking woman pushed past him.

“Remus! Remus John Lupin, come here right now so I can put your clothes on properly…you’re not even wearing your coat!”

Remus huffed irritably and dropped his snow before dutifully allowing his mother to stuff him into a red coat, matching mittens were pushed onto his hands and his hat straightened. “All done?” Remus asked, shifting eagerly from one foot to the other. His mother beamed at him, pushing strands of soft brown hear back beneath his hat.

“All done, Little one…now, when it gets too cold come inside and we’ll have some hot chocolate.”

“YAY!” Remus scampered off, tripping once on a covered stone before getting back up and running on again. His hair slid free of his hat which began to flop sideways again but he didn’t seem to care as he threw snow around trying to hit his father who laughed.

“Remus, come here, son and I’ll teach you how to make a snow man.” John said as he put his pipe away and stepped out into the snow. The snow man was built and Remus stood shivering in the dark, his breathe pluming before his lips like smoke as he stared into two little coal eyes. “He’s a good snowman, what shall we call him?”

Remus considered carefully before grinning. “Piffle!”

“Piffle?” John raised an eyebrow, looking down at his little son in confusion. “Well…alright then, hello Mr. Piffle, my name is John Lupin and this little terror is my son Remus. I would offer you some hot chocolate but I am afraid you will melt if you drank it…how about some iced water instead?”

Later Remus lay curled up in his father’s lap, his eyes sinking slowly shut before he jerked awake again. “When’s Santa getting here?” He mumbled sleepily, John ran fingers through his hair and he stifled a huge yawn.

“When little boys are fast asleep in their little beds.” Remus’ mother came in with a smile and scooped Remus into her arms, hefting him onto her hip with ease.

“B-But I wanna see Santa, Mummy…”

“No one see’s Santa, Remus.” John said. “He only comes when you’re asleep, don’t worry though we’ll make sure there’s no fire lit and you’ve left him mince pies and sherry.”

“And carrots…Raindeers like carrots…” Remus muttered, rubbing his eyes as his head fell against his mother’s shoulder. She smoothed hair from his little face and smiled at him adorningly.

“Good night little one, sweet dreams.” John whispered and kissed his son on the forehead before giving his wife a kiss, he watched them walk up the stairs and smiled.

Remus stared at his father, he looked so young and it hurt him to know that only a year later all his joy would be blown to bits when a Werewolf would prey upon his son. Lily took hold of his hand and he gazed at her, slowly he shook his head. “You can’t really be making me…I can’t…not that…anything but that…I…Please Lily…”

There was no smile on her face as she touched his cheek with one hand. “I’m sorry.” She whispered and the world melted around them.

Remus kept his eyes tightly shut even as soft hands took his own, he shook his head rapidly. “No…” He breathed but a noise made him open them and turn…

The street was dark, the familiar cottage sat surrounded by snow and a thick mist that swirled around trees giving everything a haunted, eerie look. Remus blinked as he located the source of the noise, he spotted the small boy clambering laboriously over the fence in his front garden, he chanced a glance behind him before grinning and giggling. He wore his coat unbuttoned, his hands were bare and his scarf once again trailed in the white snow. “Mummy will like this Teddy.” He said as he dragged a large, overstuffed bear through the wet snow behind him. “She likes the pretty berries, she put them all over the house…hmm…where did I see them?” the child paused and glanced down the street thoughtfully, then he grinned and began walking towards a shadowy patch of trees.

Older Remus shook his head, bile rose in his throat and burnt it. He stumbled forward, attempting to prevent the child from heading straight towards danger. A low growl eminated from a patch of bushes, they shivered as though something was inside them. The child gazed at them with his head cocked to one side. “Doggy?” He whispered and reached out, his smile was wide. He liked animals, especially dogs, they were friendly and usually liked to lick his face. “Doggy, it’s ok…I don’t want to hurt you…” His pink little hand was inches away when it happened, older Remus screamed so loudly his lungs ached, the little boy’s eyes barely had time to widen before he was flung viciously across the road. Teddy lay in the street, one arm missing and his glass eyes staring blankly up at the stars as the massive grey wolf with a scarred muzzle began stalking closer to his prey.

“Remus?! Remus?! Where are you…? Re-” Remus’ mother stood in the doorway of the cottage, her face drained of colour, her eyes went huge and she let rip a piercing scream. The wolf ignored her, preferring the shivering heap of torn cloth at his feet, he lowered his head sniffed at his prey hearing it whimper before he smiled a wolfish smile and opened his jaws…

Older Remus turned away, desperately trying not to listen to his mother’s terror, his father’s desperate sobs and the wolf’s howls as it was driven back into the trees. When he looked back he saw his parents holding the torn, bloody thing that was their son in the snow. Crimson blood caused it to melt and become slush, droplets spattered the pristine white as more flakes fell to cover the grisly scene. Remus saw his old Teddy bear lying in the street, blood matting his fur around his eyes. He remembered that his mother had burnt it because the stains wouldn’t come out, Remus had cried when she had. He had never owned another one, he refused to. He spun around and grabbed Lily’s jumper in frozen fingers, his face twisted. “Please…g-get me out of here…I-I can’t…”

Lily nodded and touched his cheek. “It’s ok, it’s all in the past now.” She whispered and the world melted again. They reappeared in a familiar street. Remus gazed at the small cottage, it’s thatch in pristine condition and the gate firmly closed.

“Godric’s Hollow.” Remus breathed and turned to face Lily who’s smile was unreadable.

“Let’s go take a look, shall we?” She held out her hand and they moved through the gate and into the house, walls being no barrier to them. Inside a Christmas tree stood in one corner covered in decorations, the walls, ceilings and fireplace were festooned in holly, ivy and tinsel. Live fairy lights hovered in the windows along with real, enchanted snow. James sat in a seat with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a fan of cards in the other. He was frowning at them drunkenly, Remus saw himself sitting beside Sirius, their fingers entwined as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Oh! Oh…I think I got it now…!” Sirius exclaimed suddenly, he reached over and picked up a card from the pile on the carpet. “I think…no…maybe not…Bloody hell, Remus, this game is confusing!”

Remus chuckled as he took a sip of whiskey. “The rules are simple enough, give it a chance Padfoot.”

Sirius hummed to himself as Remus began nipping at his throat, he didn’t look away from his cards but a small, content smile spread across his handsome face. James leaned down and picked up a card, he stared at his hand a moment before glancing up at his friends. “Oi, enough of that now…I don’t want my impressionable son being influenced by you two sluts.” He slurred drunkenly.

“Oh come now, Prongs, he’s a baby. He won’t even remember anything…Can we put the cards down now or do we have to wait again?” Sirius asked as his boyfriend squeezed his hand and drew away from leaving a little bruise on his neck.

“Ok, we’ll take a look at what people have got.” Remus looked to James who grinned triumphantly.

“Thirty!” He said, throwing down his hand.

“Twenty.” Sirius muttered.

“And I have seventeen…That means that Sirius, being the person who got closest to twenty-one wins…” Remus muttered just as a woman with fiery hair entered the room, she sighed as she sat down on the sofa.

“He’s finally down, hopefully for the night.” She yawned and James stood and poured her a glass of wine, he handed it to her and placed a lingering kiss on her lips. They smiled into each other’s eyes for a moment.

“Merry Christmas Lily Potter.” James whispered.

“Merry Christmas James.”

“Enough of this soppy girlishness.” Sirius declared as he stood up scattering cards everywhere. “Let’s hit the hard stuff and get shit-faced.” He grinned, eyes sparkling dangerously in his pale face. “Who wants to get drunk and go play out in the snow?”

James grinned before flushing and glancing at Lily, she smiled and shrugged. “You can go, just stay in the back garden…and please, try not to wake Harry!”

“Lily you should come too.” Remus suggested as he let his boyfriend drag him to his feet.

“I can’t, I have to keep an ear out and someone needs to make sure you three go to bed and don’t pass out in the snow and freeze to death.” She smiled and suddenly her husband dragged her up and enveloped her in his arms, her smile widened.

“Do I tell you enough how much I love you?” He whispered and she laughed softly.

“You do, James, you do.”

“Alright you two, the sight of hetero love is sickening.” Sirius barked but his eyes glittered with warmth as he dragged James away who whinged loudly and petulantly. “Lily, I apologise in advance, I may be forced to take advantage of your husband’s inebriated state and give the soppy git the kiss he’s been dying for his whole life, now, if he turns gay after that I cannot be blamed for my natural animal magnetism.”

“Oh…oh Merlin…Sirius…noooo…ge’ orf…!” James struggled and Remus laughed brightly as Sirius dragged him beneath the mistletoe hanging above the door. “Ew…eugh…no…no please…Lily! Saaaave meeee!” James struggled but Sirius pinned his arms down and planted a big, sloppy kiss on his lips. Lily’s laughter echoed through the house and she nearly spilt wine down her top. James pulled himself away retching and gagging. “That is disgusting! Remus…how on earth do you do it?”

“Oh, quite easily. I admit, he’s an acquired taste but he has a certain…rawness about him that I find simply irresistible.” He smirked at Sirius and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, their lips met in a long, passionate kiss.

Remus watched the scene from his past unfold, it had been a good Christmas. He had been so relaxed and happy, all of them utterly unaware that less than a year later they would all be betrayed by the very man now trying to snog Lily. He felt that familiar, bitter hatred well up inside his chest along with the familiar pain, it was like being reunited with old friends. They were now his constant companions. He had made so many terrible mistakes, but his worst had been to ever trust a Black. He turned to the ghost-Lily by his side. “Take me away.” He said roughly and she nodded slowly.
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A Marauder’s Christmas Carol