short poem.

A one-shot showing, through snippets and explosions, the evolution of Sirius Black's love for Remus Lupin. oo*oo And Sirius Black had watched Remus Lupin live. He had seen his life in snippets and in full, blown out explosions. He had seen him as a scarred and nervous child, fading away on his first night at Hogwarts, and as a free-spirited boy, racing down hallway after hallway, his laughter peeling behind him. He had seen Remus as a werewolf, a self-proclaimed monster that was really no more monstrous than he, himself. He had seen him as a top student, as a prefect, as a Best Man, as a best friend, as a soldier. Sirius had seen Remus Lupin's stars and constellations, he had bared every inch of him and kissed every scar. He had watched him live the most extraordinary of extraordinary lives. And Sirius knew, that he was the most privileged human in the world for it.

trigger warning It wasn't meant to end this way. It wasn't meant to end in yelling and throwing. It wasn't meant to end with Jessie storming out of the common room in tears. It wasn't meant to end with Sirius punching the wall until he bled. The anger wasn't meant to come crashing back into his head. The depression wasn't meant to creep back into hers. But what did they expect? What did they expect when they put two walking disasters together? Because they sure as hell didn't expect what they got: a time bomb. A bomb that exploded and took everything with it. Sirius Black short story, written in poetry.