I can’t stand the rain against my window
Bringing back sweet memories
I can’t stand the rain against my window
Cause he ain’t here with me
When we were together
Everything was so grand
Now that we parted
There’s just one thing
That I just can’t stand
I can’t stand the rain…
Wednesday 14th March 1979
The ruin was empty.
Sirius supposed that was to be expected. It was incredibly early, and spring was still flirting with winter—in the early mornings, before the sun rose, the air was frigid and sharp. He shivered as he sat on the crumbling stone wall, facing out towards the sea.
The sky was a flat grey slate, slowly growing lighter. Fog rolled off the water and curled around Sirius’s arms, in his hair. He watched the sun peek over the horizon, spilling streaks of orange into the sky, turning the grey a dusty blue.
He waited.
The sun crawled higher, slowly, dragging its body in a familiar arc. The sea below began to glitter, snatching the light and reflecting it back, hungrily.
He waited.
A pair of intrepid, early-morning hikers crested the hill. They wandered cheerfully through the ruin, nodding politely to Sirius. He ignored them. Eventually, they left.
He waited.
The sun was now well above the waves, creeping ever upwards. Sirius reached into his pocket and withdrew a cigarette, snapping his fingers to light it.
He waited.
The smoke was a familiar comfort, filling his lungs until they ached. He exhaled, slowly, and it twisted into the dissipating fog. When he finished the first cigarette, he smoked another. Then another.
Remus wasn’t coming.
The realisation crept up on him slowly, inevitably, like the steady rising of the sun. Sirius tried to push it down, to fight it back—more time, he just needs a little more time. But as the sky grew lighter, and the day brighter, and the sun higher – as all traces of the moon were erased, Sirius was forced to confront it.
Remus wasn’t coming back.
The panic started then, like water bursting from a floodgate. It poured through him, an overwhelming flood, sticky and dizzy and hot. Remus wasn’t coming back.
Sirius stood, heart pounding, hands curling and uncurling into fists. He took a step forward, swaying, struck with the impotent urge to do something. To do anything.
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All the Young Dudes ( Sirius' Perspective )
ФанфикAll the Young Dudes by mskingbean89 written from Sirius' POV, All credits for this story goes to rollercoasterwords on ao3. *THIS IS NOT MY ORIGINAL WORK. *THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF THIS STORY IS ROLLERCOASTERWORDS ON AO3.
