Perils of the Moon

Sketchbook

A/N: I did initially plan for this to be the last chapter in this fanfic, but decided it would be more interesting to have the final part from Remus' pov, so this is likely to be the penultimate chapter in this fanfic! That is also why this chapter is slightly shorter than the rest (although most of my chapters are short anyways) Also, I have this random headcanon that Sirius Black is colour blind (Like, completely colour-blind, so he only sees in black and white). This might seem irrelevant, but it will make sense later on in the chapter. There are also parts of this chapter where Sirius in drawing. I am not an artist, but I did get my friend to help me out here, but if anyone artsy is reading this, and the drawing parts make literally no sense and are nonsensical, I apologise in advance. I also want to apologise for the cringe at the end of this chapter (it hurt even to write!) Enjoy!

(Sirius' POV)

When I awoke, there was light streaming through the windows, and Madam Pomfrey was bustling around Remus, casting Diagnostic spells and doing other healer things I don't understand.

"Ah! Good Morning Mr Black? How are you today?" she asked.

"M'okay" I replied tiredly. "Where are the others?"

"They left last night, seemed to want to give you and Mr Lupin time together. I'll call them when he wakes up, and is ready to see them."

"Alright. How long until he wakes up?"

"Probably around 12 o'clock to 2 o'clock. I'll leave you be now." And with that, she left the room. I pulled out my sketchbook and my pencils. Moony had put labels on the colours, so I knew which was which. I picked the one that said 'grey' in Moony's impeccable handwriting and started to draw. I started with a simple circle, as most faces derive from a circle. I then drew in the outline, his chin and ears and forehead. I added some guidelines and started on the detail.

I started with the hair, every perfect hair on his perfect head. I tried to match the colour, it looked good to me. James had told me that Moony had brown hair, so I pulled out the brown pencils and tried to match the lightest pencil to the lightest parts, and the dark pencil to the darker parts.

I then moved onto his eyes, first the shape, then every perfect eyelash. I tried to match the colour. I had been told Moony's eyes were amber, which is yellow, but no pencil seemed to match. I just picked one that was close. I moved on to the nose, and then his scars. I picked a dark colour, drew the outlines, and then a lighter colour for the inside parts. I then coloured in his face in a light beige, to blend them in. I then moved onto his lips. I found myself staring longer than I probably should have been at his lips. They were simply crying out to be kissed! I lent down, and my hair fell into my face. I slowly pressed my dry chapped lips against his. I closed my eyes, but I couldn't bat away the uninvited tears that were entering my eyes. It was just so scary. Every fucking time, every full moon was the same. Sitting here, in fear that I might never see him again, might never see the way his smile lights up his face, might never hear his perfect laugh again. And it killed me. Killed me that he thought he was worth less than we are, that he thought he was a monster, but in my eyes, he was perfect. Perfect in every way. As I pulled out of the kiss, I saw those oh so perfect eyes staring back at me.

"Heya Padfoot."