Marauders Imagines [REQUEST OPEN]

Remus x reader: Is it ok?

(Third Person P.O.V.)

Fear.

Absolute chaos.

Death Eaters spiraling out of control.

The numbers of Voldemorts followers were rising at a ridiculous rate, and so was the death count. It wasn't safe for children to play outside alone anymore. It wasn't even safe to do magic. People were afraid to live.

Remus, James, and Sirius had been fighting tooth and nail the whole time. So had you and Lily. And you all paid because of it.

Peter was gone. Sirius threw in Azkaban. James and Lily were dead.

You were home alone, sitting on the couch. You couldn't fall asleep, every time your eyelids would flutter shut, horrible images of spells flying, fire and smoke, children crying, men fighting to defend their families for freedom and the hope of a better tomorrow flooded your mind. Your heart would pound, your head would ache, and adrenaline filled your veins.

Curled in a little ball on your bed, you suffered silently, dangerous thoughts creeping into your mind. What if you didn't see tomorrow? What if Sirius never got out? Where was Peter? How long can Remus hold up?

Tears burned your eyes. A wall building up in your throat, although no one could see you, you refused to cry.

You didn't hear your door open. You didn't hear the soft footsteps approach your bed. Remus crawled in beside you not saying a word. Careful not to wake you up, because he didn't know if you were asleep, he brushed a lock of your hair aside. He smiled gently, "You can't sleep either?" he mumbled softly, his voice laced with tiredness.

You didn't answer. You had avoided one question that had tried to enter your head. What if you lost Remus? You couldn't bear it. You wouldn't. The thought of living without him tore at your heart. What if Voldemort caught him?

Your body trembled slightly, and Remus wrapped a hand around your waist.

"Love? Are you alright?" he whispered again, his voice husky.

You nodded against your pillow. You had to be. You always had to be alright.

"(Y/N), are you really ok?" Concern in his voice. He gently made you turn over so he could see your face. Remus knew you were tired. He could see worry lines on your smooth face. Glassy eyes filled with worry. How your shoulders slumped with responsibility.

"Of course," you replied, searching for his warm brown eyes in the dark.

He brushed your cheek with the back of his hand, "No, your not. And that's ok."

"Is it? Remus is it really? Is anything ok anymore? Is anyone safe?" you choked out holding his warm hand against your cheek.

"As long as we have hope." he answered.