Flashback [A Remus Lupin Story]

(52) The Dreams Of Sirius Black

Sirius knew he was dreaming. But it was as real as it could get.

He was running through darkness, following a light.

He stopped to face the person he hated most in the world.
'Orion.' He hissed.

Orion was wearing a royal cloak. Laughing at the world, his laughs echoing.

'Ah, Son. What a pleasant surprise.'
'Yeah, right. You are sulking in Askaban.'

'Yet here I am making you feel miserable.' Orion grinned.

'Stop the laugh. It's creeping me out.' Sirius shouted.
'Oh, that isn't me. Listen more carefully.' Orion's eyes twitched, turning red as of the devil.

The next thing he knew he was in forest.

And the noise got clearer.
They were howls.

He turned around to see a werewolf howling at the top of the cliff.
And he knew who it was.

The werewolf jumped and was next to him in a minute.

Sirius tried to turn into his animagus but failed. Somehow his dream version couldn't do that.

'Remus. It's me.'

'He's one of us.' Fenrir Greyback grinned from behind.

'No, he isn't.' Sirius argued.
Remus looked at him, with no recognition. Then he brought out his claws on him, just as the dream shifted to a battlefield of dead bodies.

He recognised some of them.

'It's high time you came.'

'James?' Sirius turned around to face him.
'Expelliarmus.' His wand flew to Lily.

'I never liked you.' Lily said.
'Neither did I.' Marlene said.

James grinned evilly. 'I hated you the most.'

'Like Father, Like Son.' Peter hissed.
James touched his wand to his neck as a sign of aggression.

'James. This isn't you.' Sirius said.