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DRABBLE: His Favorite; Marauders; G
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Title: His Favorite
Rating: G
Pairings: None; Remus reflects upon his friends -- Peter in particular.
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I make no profit from this. Or anything else, actually.
The sun always shone brightly on Remus and his friends, and he thought nobody would ever forget any of them. He didn't know how right -- and, at the same time, how wrong -- he was.
What everyone remembered were James and Sirius and Peter. They remembered Prongs and Padfoot, never apart, Hogwarts' golden boys. They remembered Wormtail following them adoringly. They did not remember Moony's shy smiles and bashful gazes. They did not remember the thin, scruffy boy who stayed happily in Potter and Black's shadows, glad to be in the crowd but not at the front of it.
But Remus remembered other things.
He remembered that Peter was his favorite. He liked James and Sirius just fine. They were his best friends, after all. Hell, he loved Sirius, even though Sirius didn't really know, and always wound up hurting him. But it was Peter that he connected with. There were things about them that were simply the same.
Remus remembered once saying to Peter that James and Sirius were dark but light -- dark hair and dark eyes which laughed, and their mouths danced with smiles -- while they, Peter and himself, were light but dark -- light hair and bright eyes which were still and watchful, and their hearts were dark and heavy. He remembered it well, and often. He remembered how Peter had looked at him. It was as if the other boy felt he'd been seen and understood for the first time ever. Remus fell a little in love with Peter that day.
He remembered how it felt that Halloween, when life as he knew it came to a screeching halt. All Remus was sure of was that he hadn't been the one who betrayed Lily and James. That left Sirius or Peter. This thought overloaded Remus' emotions, spilling over and becoming intense physical pain. His head pounded, his heart ached, his insides felt like they were melting with a paradoxical icy heat.
It couldn't have been Peter. Never Peter. Peter was the one Remus identified with. Remus understood Peter. It had to have been Sirius. There was no other choice. It didn't matter that Sirius hated the Dark Arts with a passion like Remus had never seen before or since. It had to have been Sirius. Because it couldn't have been Peter. Peter was his favorite. Remus loved him.
It couldn’t have been Peter.
niav. Love you, princess.Title: His Favorite
Rating: G
Pairings: None; Remus reflects upon his friends -- Peter in particular.
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I make no profit from this. Or anything else, actually.
The sun always shone brightly on Remus and his friends, and he thought nobody would ever forget any of them. He didn't know how right -- and, at the same time, how wrong -- he was.
What everyone remembered were James and Sirius and Peter. They remembered Prongs and Padfoot, never apart, Hogwarts' golden boys. They remembered Wormtail following them adoringly. They did not remember Moony's shy smiles and bashful gazes. They did not remember the thin, scruffy boy who stayed happily in Potter and Black's shadows, glad to be in the crowd but not at the front of it.
But Remus remembered other things.
He remembered that Peter was his favorite. He liked James and Sirius just fine. They were his best friends, after all. Hell, he loved Sirius, even though Sirius didn't really know, and always wound up hurting him. But it was Peter that he connected with. There were things about them that were simply the same.
Remus remembered once saying to Peter that James and Sirius were dark but light -- dark hair and dark eyes which laughed, and their mouths danced with smiles -- while they, Peter and himself, were light but dark -- light hair and bright eyes which were still and watchful, and their hearts were dark and heavy. He remembered it well, and often. He remembered how Peter had looked at him. It was as if the other boy felt he'd been seen and understood for the first time ever. Remus fell a little in love with Peter that day.
He remembered how it felt that Halloween, when life as he knew it came to a screeching halt. All Remus was sure of was that he hadn't been the one who betrayed Lily and James. That left Sirius or Peter. This thought overloaded Remus' emotions, spilling over and becoming intense physical pain. His head pounded, his heart ached, his insides felt like they were melting with a paradoxical icy heat.
It couldn't have been Peter. Never Peter. Peter was the one Remus identified with. Remus understood Peter. It had to have been Sirius. There was no other choice. It didn't matter that Sirius hated the Dark Arts with a passion like Remus had never seen before or since. It had to have been Sirius. Because it couldn't have been Peter. Peter was his favorite. Remus loved him.
It couldn’t have been Peter.