Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot & Prongs (& Snivellus) are proud to present:
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!
a blog dedicated to the fan fiction Casting Moonshadows by Moonsign.
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“There once was a sex god called Sirius Black,
Who had all the good looks that so many lack.
He was charming and witty, and set hearts aflutter,
“I wish I was with Padfoot!” all others would mutter.”
“There once was a boy with a slight furry problem,
(Not as slight as a rabbit, but not bad as a goblin)
He had hair like the autumn and eyes of pure amber,
There were hundreds that loved him, but just one would he gander.”
“And that one (yes, you’ve guessed it) was Sirius Black,
Who was proud to announce that he loved him right back.
He rode in on his charger, and scooped up his love,
Then soared into the sunset, and through skies above.
You see Padfoot’s charger was not just a horse,
(‘Cos he’s much to cool for that transport of course.)
On a shiny, new motorbike, they flew away,
And their fangirls all fainted (or so I’ve heard say).”
“We’ll get you back soon,” Sirius assured him. “I got you, I won’t let go.”
“I got you to love me so…” Remus sang the next line of the song in a muffled, raspy voice without moving his face away from Sirius’ neck.
There was silence for a moment before Sirius quietly said; “Yes, you do. I love you, Remus.”
For a moment Remus forgot the pain and the cold and everything except the way the whole world seemed to light up with those words. “I love you, too,” he whispered, his voice little more than a croak.
“Some master!” Remus said bitterly. “Every time I turn around there’s a new person with that expression on their face. ‘Oh, poor Remus! Your father beats you,’ ‘oh poor Remus, your mother was torn to shreds in front of your eyes’, ‘oh poor Remus, you’re a werewolf,’ ‘oh poor Remus, poor Remus, poor bloody Remus. Why do you have so many secrets, Remus? Don’t you want our pity?’ ‘We pity you for being a freak.’”
He curled around his pillow, hate, hurt, anger, and frustration welling up inside him. “And do you know what the worst thing is?” he demanded, clenching his hands into fists and pressing them against the pillow at his chest. “I do want it. I do want their pity because it’s so much better than their hate, or their fear, or their f-f-fists beating and beating, and s-s-silver whips, and spoons, and pokers…”
He curled up tighter, barely aware of James’s shocked presence anymore. “And I want their pity because it’s almost like caring, but sometimes it’s not enough. And sometimes I just want someone to stand up for me and say ‘That’s enough for Remus. He’s enough of a freak now. Leave him alone. He doesn’t want hate, or hurt, or beating, or even pity anymore, because he’s tired now. Now he just w-w-wants to s-s-sleep.” Remus let out a shuddering breath and finally fell silent.
“If I could do that, I would,” James whispered. “If I could stand up there and say that for you, I would. I do care. I do. And so does Sirius and so does Peter. And everyone else can go to hell if they want to pity you. You don’t deserve pity. You deserve admiration, and humour, and friendship, and - and – and love, and I am completely the wrong person to be telling you all of this and I wish Sirius would stop skulking in the doorway, eavesdropping, and help me out – but it’s all true Moony.”
“You’re good to be friends with him.”
Sirius frowned at her tone. “It’s not a chore, Mrs. Potter. We aren’t friends with him because we feel sorry for him. We like Remus. In lots of ways he’s the strongest of the lot of us. He holds us together. We’re best friends. I don’t know what I would do without him…” Sirius trailed off, his face heating up at an alarming rate. He hadn’t intended on voicing his feelings so strongly, and he suddenly realised that it probably wasn’t something a fifteen-year-old boy should be saying out loud if he wanted to retain any street cred at all.
“I didn’t mean for it to sound like that,” Mrs. Potter assured him quickly. “It’s just very rare that teenage boys can look past physical weaknesses to see a person’s strengths.”
“Can we stop talking about it now?” Sirius was beginning to feel trapped, and wasn’t sure how much longer he could answer her questions without lying or giving away Remus’s condition. To his relief, Mrs. Potter’s face softened, and she gave a short nod.
“Of course. Forgive me. Thank you for talking to me.”
She sighed and dried her hand on her dish-towel. Then she reached out and affectionately ruffled Sirius’s hair before opening the door and returning to the lounge. Sirius turned back to the washing up, his heart still racing as he thought back on the conversation to see if he had accidentally given away any clues to Remus’s condition.
“I don’t know what I would do without you, either,” a soft voice said behind him, causing him to jump guiltily.
“Moony.” Sirius glanced at him. Remus was leaning back against the kitchen table with his arms crossed over his chest. “I should have known you would overhear that. Though I thought the door was pretty thick. How good is your hearing anyway?”
Just to let you all know we’ll all be gone for a couple of days. Moony’s ill and we’ll be spending most of our time between classes in the hospital wing to cheer him up. No need to worry, though, we’ll be sure to take good care of him, we’re armed and loaded with heaps of chocolate!
And Padfoot hugs. You don’t need to tell them that!! But yes, don’t worry about him, he’s usually fine as long as we can do him company in the… Hospital wing.
Better get going, or he’ll be lonely. Not to mention how Padfoot looks like he’s about to tear his own hair off, which wouldn’t be a pretty sight. He’s so particular about his hair, you see, if we let him harm it we’d never hear the end of i—
Stop typing and let’s just GO already. It’s about to rise!
-Prongs, Padfoot & Wormtail