Title: Man in the lattice memory
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters / Pairing: Sirius / Remus
Genre: melancholy
Warnings: slash (mentioned )
Rating: green
Word Count: 406 ( counter )
Prompt: Pride (In The Name Of Love) - U2 @
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settenote Disclaimer : the characters are not mine, but belong JK Rowling and whoever holds any legal rights. Needless to say, do not gain anything in writing this filth.
Summary: set after "The Prisoner of Azkaban, Sirius finds refuge at the home of Remus, except memories.
Table: here
"So you've met Harry."
Sirius put his feet on the table, while Remus poured the tea. If I remember correctly, and was pretty sure it was not so, my friend hated his habit and in less than a few minutes would snorted and repeated, exactly as he did twelve years ago.
After all, he thought, if the tea and chocolate are still the same in that apartment, because the rest should be changed?
"It 's grown up." Finally said, looking at the tired face of his friend over the edge of his steaming cup, recovered in a hurry, just not up empty-handed. Remus did not seem to have noticed the unusual haste, just as it did not seem to care for those muddy boots on the old, rickety table, he kept adding milk to tea is already saturated.
Sirius sighed, supporting the cup still full. From the floor tenement near someone mentioned an old song by Tom Waits, just like many years ago. The apartment of his friend always smelled of tea and chocolate and a few drops of rain seeping through the floorboards of the little garret, but there was something different, the wrinkles on the face of Remus that years ago there were, or that perhaps they were only less pronounced.
"Well, the last time you had seen just one year."
" And you you would not have dropped it on the couch." Sirius thought, not daring to say . Some time ago Remus was reprimanded for standing on the coffee table, would sit on that couch slowly, barely touching it with his shoulder and going slowly, simply because it was easier to be close and that space between them was not so comforting.
"And we how many we had, Remus?"
" Sirius ..."
" Time is too heavy to want to remember." completed then mentally Sirius , staring at the tip of his shoes, unable to voice their thoughts. They looked past millennia since their last night on that couch, just sitting next to each other without talking, just ... together, here. Simply and without too many problems.
Outside it starts to rain and Sirius went to the window. Remus had never completed that sentence, but both knew that something had definitely broken.
cups of tea were abandoned on the table and Remus staring at the shadow that stands between the two. Soon would have to think of a safer place to hide, a place where Remus twelve years earlier was not present.
"This tea is undrinkable. "she heard him mutter wearily Sirius. "I'm going to take something stronger."
Title: A thorn generates plug
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters / Pairing: Narcissa Black, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, vague references to a Lucius / Severus and Lucius / Narcissa
Genre: introspective
Warnings: slash
Rating: green
Word Count: 356 ( counter )
Prompt: Queen of Hearts - Litfiba @
settenote Disclaimer: the characters are not mine, but belong to JK Rowling and whoever holds any legal rights. Needless to say, do not gain anything in writing this filth.
Summary: Draco the baby needs a godfather
Table: here
The room was shrouded in a heavy silence, while the three occupants of one another up, split between the shock and the curious. Narcissa had a delicious and very cruel sense of humor, and Lucius could have sworn to love her for that and a thousand other reasons, at least until now.
its grip on the glass it was almost in despair, while his eyes remained focused over the delicate line the shoulder of his wife, just where Severus Snape tried to swallow yet another bitter pill. Women end and too many resources, Narcissa Black would never accept to be second to anyone, especially not for a half-breed like Snape and even less if the thing about Lucius Malfoy.
In a poor attempt at irony, the clock of the stay he decided to beat at that moment the twelve strokes of the meal, just when the tension in the room could have been cut with a knife and the temptation to pull the rod from the soul of beech became stronger and stronger.
Tea in the cups was cold and the wine was long forgotten. Oh, his sweet wife had never forgiven the one who called a 'teenage fling,' escapade which had culminated in an affair in an attempt to adulthood and adultery, just to aggravate the bill, a particularly salty account now was presenting both with feral smile.
Lucius threw yet another look at his friend. He could stop Narcissa - Merlin, Lord Malfoy was still - and probably Snape would not have incurred yet another humiliation ... unfortunate that both were aware of having gone too far in that space.
"So, Severus." Narcissa times, bringing attention to himself. "What do you think? It is a splendid idea? "
is idiocy would Lucius wanted to say, but in this story neither his voice nor that of Severus had importance. Two idiots were not noticing that waiter.
Narcissa wanted Severus was the godfather of Draco? Severus would wear their best clothes and you would be interested in the education of offspring Malfoy, Lucius and he learned to live with the daily presence of his caste in his own home. After all, such as Narcissa said, some things should remain in the family.
