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tamingthemuseTitle: Later
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #529 – Rattled
Warnings: None
Pairings:
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 505
Summary: Remus wasn't ready.
Remus looked at his hands. He was on the Hogwarts Express, and soon, he would be joined by many, many students. He tried to not let it bother him, but a baby face with the most beautiful emerald eyes flashed through his mind.
He knew why he was nervous. He would be seeing Harry Potter for the first time since before James and Lily's deaths. Since before the small family went into hiding.
And it wasn't even mere nervousness that had him so fidgety. It was guilt as well.
He remembered right after his best friends' deaths. Not only were James and Lily dead, but Peter was also killed by their other best friend, and Sirius was sent to Azkaban as the one who killed all of them—directly and indirectly.
Remus had been heartbroken. His family—his pack—was Gone. Dead. The only one left from the makeshift family was little Harry Potter.
And then Albus came to him, telling him that in James and Lily's wills, it was written that if Sirius couldn't take Harry for any reason, Remus was the one next in line to become Harry's guardian.
But Remus had been depressed. He had been lost without his family. His wolf was hurting him even more, knowing it lost its pack. How could he take care of a young baby? So sadly, he pushed Harry back into Dumbledore's arms. "I can't take him. Give him to someone else."
It was only later that he came to regret it when Dumbledore told him the Dursleys had Harry. Remus had never met Petunia, but from the stories Lily told, he knew she hated magic. And he had sent Harry to his fate.
Even so, Remus never tried to get him back into his care. He just was never ready to be the guardian that Harry needed.
Remus wondered how Harry had fared in the environment. Was he happy? Did he know love? Or was he verbally abused because of something he couldn't control? Remus swallowed passed a lump. Did Harry even know any happiness?
Remus didn't know what kind of confession he would end up making to Harry when they finally met face-to-face. Would he tell Harry the truth, or allow him to believe Remus never had the option to take him in?
It was easier to allow him to believe the latter, but was it the right thing?
Remus didn't know, and he wasn't ready for the confrontation.
And that was when Remus looked out of the window and saw what he knew had to be Harry—hair just like his dad's—making him feel extremely rattled, so he feigned sleep, just on the off chance he ended up in Remus's compartment.
And when the voice came, he knew fate was throwing the two of them together. He wasn't ready, though. So, he kept pretending to be asleep, hoping to stave off the inevitable. Their meeting would come sooner or later, and although it was cowardly, Remus chose it to be later.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #529 – Rattled
Warnings: None
Pairings:
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 505
Summary: Remus wasn't ready.
Remus looked at his hands. He was on the Hogwarts Express, and soon, he would be joined by many, many students. He tried to not let it bother him, but a baby face with the most beautiful emerald eyes flashed through his mind.
He knew why he was nervous. He would be seeing Harry Potter for the first time since before James and Lily's deaths. Since before the small family went into hiding.
And it wasn't even mere nervousness that had him so fidgety. It was guilt as well.
He remembered right after his best friends' deaths. Not only were James and Lily dead, but Peter was also killed by their other best friend, and Sirius was sent to Azkaban as the one who killed all of them—directly and indirectly.
Remus had been heartbroken. His family—his pack—was Gone. Dead. The only one left from the makeshift family was little Harry Potter.
And then Albus came to him, telling him that in James and Lily's wills, it was written that if Sirius couldn't take Harry for any reason, Remus was the one next in line to become Harry's guardian.
But Remus had been depressed. He had been lost without his family. His wolf was hurting him even more, knowing it lost its pack. How could he take care of a young baby? So sadly, he pushed Harry back into Dumbledore's arms. "I can't take him. Give him to someone else."
It was only later that he came to regret it when Dumbledore told him the Dursleys had Harry. Remus had never met Petunia, but from the stories Lily told, he knew she hated magic. And he had sent Harry to his fate.
Even so, Remus never tried to get him back into his care. He just was never ready to be the guardian that Harry needed.
Remus wondered how Harry had fared in the environment. Was he happy? Did he know love? Or was he verbally abused because of something he couldn't control? Remus swallowed passed a lump. Did Harry even know any happiness?
Remus didn't know what kind of confession he would end up making to Harry when they finally met face-to-face. Would he tell Harry the truth, or allow him to believe Remus never had the option to take him in?
It was easier to allow him to believe the latter, but was it the right thing?
Remus didn't know, and he wasn't ready for the confrontation.
And that was when Remus looked out of the window and saw what he knew had to be Harry—hair just like his dad's—making him feel extremely rattled, so he feigned sleep, just on the off chance he ended up in Remus's compartment.
And when the voice came, he knew fate was throwing the two of them together. He wasn't ready, though. So, he kept pretending to be asleep, hoping to stave off the inevitable. Their meeting would come sooner or later, and although it was cowardly, Remus chose it to be later.
