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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
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or setting of Harry Potter, I make no profit from the writing of this fic.

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AN: An angsty chapter, please enjoy...(I have placed an explanation of certain things at the end of this chapter.)

A Marauder’s Christmas Carol: Part Four

Remus fell back into the wall, he slid down it and covered his head with his arms as if trying to block out the terrible words Sirius had uttered to him. If what he said was true then why would he betray everything? Why would he have murdered Peter and all those muggle’s? Why would he have given Lily and James over to the Death Eater’s? Why? Why? Why? He let out a strangled sob, helpless to prevent it and it took him a moment to realise he wasn’t alone; slowly he lifted his head and quickly wiped his tears on the sleeve of his pyjama top. He found himself gazing at a woman in her twenties, she wore a dark cloak and had a head full of vibrant purple hair. She was crouching before him and smiling, her hand held out towards his in a friendly, familiar gesture. Her heart-shaped face was pretty in its own way and she seemed friendly enough. When he took her hand he looked down and saw a golden ring on her finger, a wedding ring. “Who are you?” He asked, looking back into soft, brown eyes. The woman pressed a finger to her lips and tipped him a wink before she tugged gently on his hand, he followed with a small frown. They walked right through the wall of his bedroom before he found himself stood in a world of white, snow covered every surface, it settled in his hair and in that of his companion. He stared around in silence before his eyes alighted upon a dark house, he squinted to try and see it through the snow. It took him a long time before he recognised it as Sirius’ ancestral home. “Why are we here? I have no connection to this place…” His guide only smiled and tugged him forward, he followed her until they reached the black door and stepped through it. The hall was dank and dark, Remus swallowed nervously and gazed around at the paintings which slept. They passed a curtain and moved to some stairs, they walked up them and Remus glanced back as he heard voices coming from the kitchen but apparently they weren’t going there. They paused before a door and the woman pulled him inside, each movement was precise and endearing and her smile was cheeky and vaguely reminded him of someone. He saw two bed’s in this room, on one lay a lanky red-head with his arms behind his head on the other was a girl with brown bushy hair, she had her head in her hands and was sobbing helplessly. The boy did little more than stare up at the ceiling.

Remus’ guide pulled him out of the room and moved up the last flight of stairs, before him were two rooms, one was marked as Regulus Arcturus Black, the other Sirius. Remus didn’t need to be told which room he had to go into, he stepped through the door and turned to survey the room, the bed looked un-slept in, the walls decorated in posters of scantily clad muggle women on Motorbikes. He saw someone sitting in the corner, at first he had mistaken it for a pile of robes. He moved closer and heard the sound of someone sobbing, he lifted his hand and reached out to touch the head of black hair but the figure stirred and he watched Sirius sit upright with difficulty. He was looking older, his face worn and full of soft lines, his hair was lank and hung limply into his dark eyes. The scent of stale alcohol clung to him like a second skin and it took Remus a moment to realise he was clutching something in a thin hand, he moved his head and saw a picture…the picture was of two boys snogging in a corridor, blissfully unaware that a sneak named Potter was taking a photograph to confront them with later. Sirius stared down at the photograph, tears sliding down his face slowly and falling onto the scene. “I always loved you, Remus…why…why couldn’t you wait! Why couldn’t you fucking live! You selfish bastard! Just like James…just like Lily…a-all gone…all of you! I’m…I’m so alone! I c-can’t…I can’t do it anymore…Please help me…please…I-I’m b-begging you…”

Remus jerked backwards, his eyes widening. “I-I’m…I’m dead?” He turned to his guide and saw sadness in her pretty face. “Why? Why am I dead?” The woman lifted her hand and he took it, Sirius’ desperate pleas rang in his ears and confusing him. He opened his eyes and stared around a familiar room, he turned to see his own bed looking empty and forlorn in the early morning light. He stared down at the sheets, there was a bottle lying on the coverlet and he could clearly read the label. “I…I killed myself?!” He turned frightened eyes to the woman who nodded slowly, her dark eyes full of grief. “Did I…did I do it because I’m lonely? Because I’m grief stricken? I-I…I’d never…what about Harry? What happens to him if I’m not around to help him?”

The woman bit down on her lower lip and she turned, Remus followed reluctantly and the world changed to reveal a dark alley. Remus felt a chill deep within his bones and automatically groped for his wand, he felt a hand on his and he turned to see the woman smile sadly at him. He didn’t need his wand because he didn’t really exist. He watched as two boys came down the alley, one he recognised as Harry the other was obviously the Dursley’s son. Remus watched in helpless horror as the two boys were trapped by two dementors, Harry tried to fight but he didn’t know what to do. He was forced to watch as one Dementor leaned over his fat cousin, there was that terrible rattling noise as it drew in air and with it something white and shiny. The boy shuddered, his feet kicking at the floor before suddenly the little silver orb left his open mouth and disappeared into the gaping maul of the Dark Creature. Remus felt sick and turned to see Harry pinned against the wall, his wand slipped from his fingers to roll across the floor. “No…No Harry…” Remus moaned. “Please no…” He pushed hands into his hair and sobbed as he watched Harry’s body go limp. “Oh god…take me away from this…please…I-I can’t…I can’t watch anymore…Enough already!”

Once again the world morphed and he found himself in a snow swept grave yard, he turned to his guide who merely lifted her hand and pointed. The golden ring on her finger glinted in the cold starlight and he moved towards a set of three Gravestones. He was afraid to look but his eyes were drawn to the writing, there lay Lily and James, a name added beneath that by magic read; ‘Harry James Potter 1981-1995. Be loved, Harry’. Remus took a shuddery breath and turned to see another grave stone, this one less tarnished than the previous one. He stared at the writing feeling numb; ‘Sirius Orion Black, 1959-1995. A hero in the guise of a traitor.’ He felt something stir within him, his eyes slowly widened as he glanced over his shoulder at his companion who simply shook her head slowly. Then he returned his eyes back to the tombstones, the last one read; ‘Remus John Lupin, 1960-1992. A good man gone astray, destroyed by grief. We hope you find happiness in the arms of your dearest friends.’ “…Oh…Oh Merlin…no…no it can’t…It can’t end like this! Not like this! Please…! Tell me what I have to do?! How can I prevent this?! I’m begging you!” He stumbled over to his guide and grabbed the knees of her cloak, she gazed down at him with such pity he felt as if his heart was shattering in his chest. “Help me! How can I prevent this-this terrible tragedy? I-I don’t want to hurt anyone…I don’t want to see any more people die!”

The woman knelt and took hold of both his hands in her own, she leaned towards him and whispered in his ear. His eyes widened even as the world melted and reformed one last time…

XXX

He woke abruptly to the sound of bells, he groaned heavily and blinked away his sleepiness before nearly all of his adventures returned to him. Remus sat bolt upright in his bed and stared wildly around his room, everything was as it should be. He gripped his duvet tightly in both his hands as he began taking stock of his senses, he didn’t feel invisible, he felt fine. Rapidly he slid out of bed and threw open his wardrobe, he found himself staring back at his pale reflection, his face the perfect image of shock. He was alive. He was alive and should rejoice in that simple fact, very slowly a smile spread across his face and he let out a burst of merry laughter. Still chuckling madly he ran to the window and flung it wide open, the sky above was bright blue the ground beneath was covered in white. The air was crisp and new, he could smell the faint tang of petrol from the nearby road and he could hear people down below. He looked at the road and saw a gang of muggle boys playing in the snow. “You there!” He called and the boys stared up at him. “What day is this?”

The boys looked at each other as if he was insane before the smallest stepped forward. “It’s Christmas Day sir, nineteen eighty eight.”

“Christmas Day…” Remus breathed and laughed again. “Wait there a moment please.” He ran to his desk and wrenched open the draw, a roll of muggle notes were curled up by a pot of unopened ink and a battered quill. He grabbed it and took a few notes, paused then unrolled a few more. He sped back to the window and dropped the notes. “Take this and buy the set of toy soldiers in the shop window down the street, keep anything left over for yourselves.”

The boys grinned and grabbed the notes. “Alright!” They chorused before hurrying away, Remus watched them go with a smile. Suddenly he withdrew and turned back to his room, he moved to the wardrobe and began dressing, every so often he would giggle and chuckle to himself.

When he was dressed and ready he ran down the stairs and out into the snow, with a casual but hidden flick of his wand his door slammed and locked behind him. He heard feet pounding the ground and he turned to see the three boys running towards him, the youngest stopped, gasping as he held out a bag. Remus took it and thanked him, handing him some more muggle money, after all, it was worthless in his own world so why not? He left the boys to discuss what to do with the money amongst themselves and found somewhere relatively private to Aparate.

Privet Drive was quiet at this time, the children probably still sitting in bed and opening their stockings. He stopped outside the one marked four and took out the gift, with a wave of his wand paper formed around the little tin and it was tied off with a crimson ribbon, Remus smiled before muttering a few more enchantments over it and it disappeared from his hands…

XXX

Harry woke up to the sound of his cousin shouting at his parents that Santa hadn’t brought him everything he wanted, he yawned and sighed heavily, he knew he would soon be forced to get up and leave his little cupboard to help Aunt Petunia make breakfast. He shifted and heard something rustle, with a frown he sat up and found himself staring at a pretty wrapped package with gold paper and crimson ribbon. Harry frowned and picked it up, he shook it experimentally listening for some hint of it being a booby trap, when he heard nothing but an odd metallic rattle he looked at the tag;

Merry Christmas Harry Potter, may all your wishes come true.

There was no signature but he couldn’t help opening it, inside was a tin full of little metal soldiers. He grinned to himself, feeling happiness bubble within his chest. The only toys he was allowed were Dudley’s old broken ones, having his own would be wonderful! He opened the tin and gazed inside at the ranks of little, brightly painted men. He giggled happily, knowing he could easily hide it in his cupboard, his aunt would more than likely assume Dudley had given him them after getting bored. Harry decided that he would write Santa a note to thank him, because who else would have bothered giving him a gift?

XXX

Remus decided to take a long needed visit to his parents, he stood before the door holding a bottle of mulled wine and chewing his lip nervously. He took a step towards the door but before he could so much as knock it was opened, he found himself gazing at his father. He wore his dressing gown and had his old pipe between his teeth, his eyes widened and his pipe fell from his lips. Remus bent and picked it up before holding it out to his father with a timid smile. “Merry Christmas, Dad.”

“…R-Remus! Mary! MARY! Come see who dropped us a visit! MARY!”

“What is it, John?” Mary Lupin came to the door, tightening her dressing gown around her waist. When her eyes alighted on her son they filled with tears, she put a hand to her mouth and took a shuddery breath. “Remus!”

“Hello mother.” Remus replied softly, his mother suddenly flung herself at him, her slippered feet soaking up the damp. He wrapped his arms around her and smiled into her hair. “I’m home.”

XXX Some years later…XXX

“So, have Harry and the other’s finally fallen asleep?” Remus looked up from his book as Sirius entered the bed room, the man turned and smiled at him.

“Yeah, everyone’s asleep and the house is quiet…let’s ruin it.” Sirius moved to the bed and smirked as he crawled towards his boyfriend. Remus made him pause by placing fingers to his lips, his smile softened and slowly his eyes rose to the ceiling, Sirius’ followed and his smile widened. “Mistletoe.” He breathed and looked directly into Remus’ eyes.

“Exactly.” Remus tipped his head to the side and Sirius pressed their lips together, his hand slid deep into that soft, jet black hair and they could have been fifteen years old again…but it was Harry who was fifteen, they were the adults now… Remus pulled away with a tiny smile. “Merry Christmas, Sirius Black.”

“Merry Christmas, Remus Lupin.” Sirius replied with a small chuckle, he leaned forward and they kissed again, their arms wrapping tightly around each other’s bodies until they were close enough to feel their joined heartbeats. To Remus it could not have been a better Christmas present, it was so perfect, so utterly right that nothing in the universe could have ruined it. He was finally whole again, he was finally with the man he had loved since he was twelve years old. “I love you.” Sirius whispered against his lips, Remus could feel his smile against his lips.

“I love you too, you stupid, infuriating, arrogant, wonderful prince.”

XXX

The woman knelt and took hold of both his hands in her own, she leaned towards him and whispered in his ear. His eyes widened even as the world melted and reformed one last time…

Remus, my love, you must learn to forgive yourself…

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END NOTE: Thank you for reading my little version of the Classic by the genius Charles Dickens, I hope you enjoyed this especially as I rarely end things happily.
Ghost of Christmas Past: I chose Lily for this role because she played a huge part in Remus’ past, her friendship with the werewolf was probably strong because in canon he says that she was phenomenally kind and that she was there for him in a time no one else was (I assume this was during the time he was distrusting Sirius).

Ghost of Christmas Present: I chose Sirius for this because he was alive during that time, although imprisoned. I also liked the fact that he was slowly wasting away in Azkaban and in the Christmas Carol movies the GCP slowly disintegrates (not sure if that’s in the book, I haven’t read it for a very long time).

Ghost of Christmas’ Yet To Come: Obviously it had to be Tonks really, she is a prominent character in Remus’ future and I liked the fact that the ‘future’ doesn’t speak at all.

If you’re wondering why Remus didn’t realise Sirius was innocent from the grave stone, well, he forgot most of it when he woke up on Christmas day. (Conveniently…lol. I had to make it fit Canon to a certain extent.) Oh, lastly, those who follow the books as religiously as I do you will notice the use of the little toy soldiers as ones Harry has in his cupboard when he is Eleven before Hogwarts. I loved the symmetry.

A Merry Christmas to one and all, may all your wishes come true in the coming year, all my love, Kimmimaru.
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