Harry Potter One Shots

Scarred

Remus Lupin was scarred. It was what happened when you were a teenage werewolf who, once a month, was locked up with only himself for company. Locked up in a house too small for the noise in his mind, the noise that spoke in evil tongues: hurt, hurt, hurt. And Remus did hurt. He had scars crisscrossing his stomach, shimmering faintly against his pale skin, scars slicing across his face, vivid red until they faded, but they were still there. They were always there. Scars lacing his arms in delicate silver bracelets, but the means by which Remus had got them weren't delicate at all.

And he had scars on his heart, too. One scar, actually, by the name of Sirius Black. Sirius was the first person he had been in love with. His first boyfriend. It wasn't that Remus didn't like girls, because he did. He liked kissing them, touching them, but he'd never been in love with a girl, at least not the way he was with Sirius.

When Remus was 16, he finally dug up the courage to confess his feelings for Sirius. Feelings, which, for 5 years had been hidden behind friendly hugs, platonic I love yous. Feelings that were now out in the open. And as Remus stood clutching his book anxiously, feeling like he was going to throw up out of nervousness, Sirius told him that he loved Remus too. Suddenly, they were in a relationship. A full on, love-filled, laugh-filled, sex-filled relationship. Remus felt like the scars were disappearing. They weren't, of course. They were still there when he looked in the mirror after a shower, still there when Sirius brushed his mouth over every single one, all over Remus's body. He found that when that was happening, he sort of loved the scars.

June 1995 was when every single scar that Sirius had kissed split open, spilling blood, blood, blood. Because Sirius had been killed. Sirius was dead. Sirius was gone. No matter how many times Remus told himself this, he never believed it. Remus had no one left. His best friend in the whole entire world - even more so than Sirius had been before they'd started dating - James Potter, had been murdered many years ago, as had his wife, Lily Potter. And Peter was long gone. And Remus didn't even want to think about his old friend, Peter Pettigrew. He had Harry, of course. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. But Harry was a child. Barely the age Remus had been when he'd fallen in love with Sirius.

And then, quite suddenly, Remus did have someone. Nymphadora Tonks was her name, though you'd be dead as a doorknob if you called her anything other than Tonks. She was bright and bubbly and exactly the opposite of Sirius. She was also a Metamorphmagus, meaning she could change her appearance at will. Remus found that no matter how she looked, he found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with her. And slowly but surely, he felt his scars - the deepest scar really - begin to heal. Tonks had always been there, even when Sirius was alive. But Remus had never really seen her. She was young - younger than him at any rate. But she made him happy. The happiest he'd been since Sirius died. So when she demanded he marry her- despite his protests that he was too old, too broken, a werewolf - he said yes.

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I LOVE WOLFSTAR AND RONKS SO MUCH