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"Don't tell me it's a sin to love him instead of her.
Seriously, I mean look at him!"
Basically your traditional Wizarding World Marauders Era love story between two couples with a few twists.
Twists include lycanthropy, bicuriousity tur...
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I crept out before everyone else could. My mind was packed with the thoughts of a thousand cities. Their clouded skies sheltered my broken emotions and the shells of tears dampened what little sanity I had left. The madness that ensued inside was not mirrored thankfully, but the war that charged forward wasn't planning on stopping any time soon. The doomsday clock ticked as the rumbles of their feet carried them loftily to their defeat. The dead bodies waited to be accounted for and the blood that coursed prepared to be shed. The gates of hell calmly welcomed their new additions, waiting to drop the facade and let the souls of those dropped in vain burn until their screams were masked with the evil laughter of their horned foe. But no matter who knew what the outcome of the war called for, they fought to their inevitable deaths waiting to be cherished as martyrs on this plane of existence while they willingly tread the path to their demise. The violence and pain caused was all for nothing as the white flag of inferiority was waved and the last shred of reason I held was given back to me and the wholesome feeling of acceptance was decided. Before I could make sense of my dark surrounding, I had reached my destination. This was something I had to do to make peace with my enemies of insanity. I walked quietly through the familiar pathway toward my target.
He looked peaceful while he slept, unlike me during the unknown moments of the night. It had barely been a few hours since the shack, but this had to be done and if I didn't do it now, I might live with a deprecating conscience for the rest of my days until the last piece of myself was torn away with a force stronger than I could ever hope to comprehend. His resigned expression demonstrated this would be a perfect time for this; it meant he was content with himself and with his life. Perfect.
"Hey Remus." My voice was a little hoarse from not speaking for a while. I could Remus had just been brought in; the cuts and bruises hadn't been treated yet. Madam Pomfrey would probably be back soon so I would have to hurry. "I just wanted to talk. I haven't slept yet because I just needed to get this out as soon as possible." I took a deep breath to compose myself. I had to get it out all at once.
"You've been there for me the most apart from James obviously, but I realise that you have no idea what's been going on. And to be completely honest, I was not even thinking of telling you. I thought of you as any other nerd. You never wanted to have fun, you never cursed, you always just studied but of course,we did grow up sort of together so you were still my friend, a very good one. But when I saw you transform, everything changed, you were anything but the weak and scared boy I thought you were. When I looked into your eyes, I didn't see a vicious werewolf out to establish himself as my worst nightmare, instead I saw Remus. A very scared and hurting and pleading Remus who wanted nothing more than for help from his friends. Your appearance may have deceived me but your eyes spoke and showed me the helpless person you were underneath. That image has been stuck inside my head for about five hours now and I still can't make the littlest of sense out of why you didn't kill me when you had multiple chances. But my change of attitude has also caused me to have a drastic change of heart. Oddly enough, that's how it works with me, likeness is based on personality. I'm super weird." I wasn't trying to go for an all in one breath sort of ordeal. I wanted to take my time, take it slow and say what I wanted to say.
"Anyway, that's why I'm telling you what I'm telling you. You were mostly an open book when in came to experience so I am going to return the favour. That week where I 'went missing' was where it all started. Or more specifically, your date. I won't go into the details, but I will say that I did not do 'it' with Amelia that day. In fact, as of then I was a virgin." I saw him shift in his sleep but he showed no signs of waking up so I continued. "I know it's a bit of a shock but t's true. Anyway, I did eventually do it but there was a reason. It was less for the pleasure and more to try and bargain with myself weirdly enough. You see the thing is, I'm gay." I closed my eyes shut as my word burst out of me. A warm and comforting tear trailed down my cheek and dropped onto Remus' curled hand, causing it to flinch. "I couldn't accept it so I tried to force myself to be straight. Needless to say, I failed." I chuckled through the wet pain. "It's just I can't be gay. I just can't be. Life is hard enough as it is, I don't need this to make it that little bit worse." Remus hand was soaked by now, but I hoped he didn't wake up. "I know this may seem stupid, I'm talking to one of my unconscious best friends about my life problems. Hell for all I know, you could be homophobic but, butI just needed to talk to someone and you said that you would always be there in situations like these, so I came here. I just wanted to say 'thank you Remus'. See you later." And with that, I stood from the chair beside his bed, gave him a small peck on the cheek and I left, without another word left to be said.
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