Harry Potter: "Epoch" (Sirius/Remus)
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mclachlan
harry potter, remus/sirius
deathly hallows spoilers
"A moment lasts all of a second... but it's the memory that lives on forever."
He wasn't sure what to expect when the ceiling began to draw him up, all the colors colliding without impact into one, becoming so many lights and dreams and memories, the ghosts of the castle, of times long since past, bowing their heads in respect, in honor. All he could feel was the cold air as her hand slipped from his, the last comfort, apology, he could give her for a brief and loveless marriage, and the faintest breath that sounded like a distant howl. Familiar, and yet just out of reach.
But then there were hands, arms, faceless remnants of something larger, greater. For a moment, he could smell the inexpensive, aqueous perfume that his mother once wore slowly creep and envelop his senses, wrapping him in a cloud that smelled rather of the moors near where he'd lived as a boy. And then it left him as quickly as it had come, replaced by a sense of watered-down nostalgia, like looking at one's own childhood through a thick pane of glass. There were snatches of images, fleeting fancies from once upon a time, laughter and a peculiar pain that came every twenty-eight days. Mistakes. Triumphs. Regrets. Pride.
"We're going to live forever..."
A legacy would be carried on by a child who knew the touch of his roots for only the briefest time.
He closed his eyes and welcomed everything inside of him, and then there was peace. Nothing but peace and James and Lily waving to him, going to meet him, the strings that had been frayed and eventually severed were re-weaving, strengthening, connecting. Red and gold, joined by green and silver, blue, yellow... the best and worst of them, united.
One, singular. All, every, entirety. In the first and final form, he recognized that this was home.
There were arms around him once again, but he knew the embrace they promised.
He could see the moon, full and pregnant against an expanse that did not end, not for him, not for any of them.
Moony, whispered the moon.
Fingers were upon his cheeks, laughter that wasn't his but became his pushed into his mouth.
"Remus!" They were saying, young and new, all smiles and laughter and brotherhood and hair spun from flame. "Remus!"
The war would be lost and won, Muggle and Wizard together for a single moment before the barriers would erect themselves. Two entire worlds would dance and exalt before the old eyes of a young hero.
"Remus!"
Moony, whispered the moon.
"Moony."
Smiling, he reached up and met Sirius's mouth with his own, the one moment in a history of moments that would live forever.
epoch (n): the beginning of a distinctive period in the history of anything
mclachlanharry potter, remus/sirius
deathly hallows spoilers
"A moment lasts all of a second... but it's the memory that lives on forever."
He wasn't sure what to expect when the ceiling began to draw him up, all the colors colliding without impact into one, becoming so many lights and dreams and memories, the ghosts of the castle, of times long since past, bowing their heads in respect, in honor. All he could feel was the cold air as her hand slipped from his, the last comfort, apology, he could give her for a brief and loveless marriage, and the faintest breath that sounded like a distant howl. Familiar, and yet just out of reach.
But then there were hands, arms, faceless remnants of something larger, greater. For a moment, he could smell the inexpensive, aqueous perfume that his mother once wore slowly creep and envelop his senses, wrapping him in a cloud that smelled rather of the moors near where he'd lived as a boy. And then it left him as quickly as it had come, replaced by a sense of watered-down nostalgia, like looking at one's own childhood through a thick pane of glass. There were snatches of images, fleeting fancies from once upon a time, laughter and a peculiar pain that came every twenty-eight days. Mistakes. Triumphs. Regrets. Pride.
"We're going to live forever..."
A legacy would be carried on by a child who knew the touch of his roots for only the briefest time.
He closed his eyes and welcomed everything inside of him, and then there was peace. Nothing but peace and James and Lily waving to him, going to meet him, the strings that had been frayed and eventually severed were re-weaving, strengthening, connecting. Red and gold, joined by green and silver, blue, yellow... the best and worst of them, united.
One, singular. All, every, entirety. In the first and final form, he recognized that this was home.
There were arms around him once again, but he knew the embrace they promised.
He could see the moon, full and pregnant against an expanse that did not end, not for him, not for any of them.
Moony, whispered the moon.
Fingers were upon his cheeks, laughter that wasn't his but became his pushed into his mouth.
"Remus!" They were saying, young and new, all smiles and laughter and brotherhood and hair spun from flame. "Remus!"
The war would be lost and won, Muggle and Wizard together for a single moment before the barriers would erect themselves. Two entire worlds would dance and exalt before the old eyes of a young hero.
"Remus!"
Moony, whispered the moon.
"Moony."
Smiling, he reached up and met Sirius's mouth with his own, the one moment in a history of moments that would live forever.
epoch (n): the beginning of a distinctive period in the history of anything
