In starlit nights, I saw you
So cruelly, you kissed me
Your lips, a magic world
Your sky, all hung with jewels
The killing moon
Will come too soon
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
Wednesday 18th December 1995
Sirius couldn’t sleep.
It wasn’t uncommon; he often had trouble sleeping when Remus was away. The bed was too big, and too cold. His head was too full of nightmares. It took him too long to come back to himself, when he startled awake and had nobody there to ground him.
Currently, Remus was on an overnight reconnaissance mission with Emmeline Vance, somewhere in Wales. He’d told Sirius before he left that he likely wouldn’t make it back until the following afternoon, and Sirius had nodded and smiled and kissed him goodbye and not complained, not even a little bit. The moment the door clicked shut, he’d gone straight for the firewhisky.
Remus didn’t drink, anymore. The bottle was Sirius’s own private stash, for emergencies only. He didn’t use it often – only when he really needed it. And tonight…tonight was a bad night.
It was just the season. Just the weather, really. Winter had a way of crawling into his bones, the cold and dark so familiar, the biting wind that rattled the windows like the wind off the sea…
And it was nearly Christmas, which always made him think of the Potters; Effie’s mince pies, Monty’s games of charades, James’s delighted smile as he unwrapped yet another quidditch-related gift…
Sirius took a long pull on the bottle, allowing the burn of whiskey to dull his senses, just a bit. He sat sprawled in an armchair, staring into the fireplace, wondering if the hypnotic dance of the flames paired with the liquor-induced heaviness might be enough to eventually lull him to sleep.
“SIRIUS!”
He startled out of the chair, nearly dropping the bottle of firewhisky. He had just been dozing off, eyes drifting closed—
“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOU USELESS BRAT?!”
Ah. Sirius grimaced as he realised who must be speaking.
“Calm down, you old geezer,” he muttered, leaving the bottle on the floor and stomping up the stairs.
“SIRI—oh, there you are.”
Sirius glared at the portrait of his great-great-grandfather, hovering in the doorway of the empty bedroom.
“What?”
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All the Young Dudes ( Sirius' Perspective )
FanfictionAll 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.
