yiling matriarch (
marginalia) wrote2004-07-22 01:29 pm
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ficlet: out of frame. sirius/remus
[out of frame] - Sirius/Remus for
offscreen
prompt was "old photograph". this was the second bunny – the first one is going in the epic. also, if my boss could stop poking around this desk, that would really help the creative process. movie-verse.
When the owl first came from Hagrid, Remus read it and tossed it aside with the growing pile of Muggle and magic circulars. Photos, Hagrid had asked for, photos for Harry, but photos held Remus’s clearest memories and he was loath to give them up.
One sleepless night as spring wore on, Remus padded out of his room and Summoned the photo albums from a dusty bookcase. They settled softly at his feet as he sat down with a cup of tea. Slowly he looked through the photos, giving full attention to each image, each collection of smiles and waves a deliberate task, a testing of the ache.
The sharpest pain came from the simplest shot, James and Lily dancing in a world their own, the framing slightly off-kilter. Sirius, silent, had snuck up and hugged Remus from behind, startling him just as he snapped the photo. As James and Lily spun, Sirius’s body was warm and strong against him, laughter arrogant and animated in his ears.
Not caring if he was giving joy or removing pain, Remus slipped the photo into an envelope to post in the morning.
prompt was "old photograph". this was the second bunny – the first one is going in the epic. also, if my boss could stop poking around this desk, that would really help the creative process. movie-verse.
When the owl first came from Hagrid, Remus read it and tossed it aside with the growing pile of Muggle and magic circulars. Photos, Hagrid had asked for, photos for Harry, but photos held Remus’s clearest memories and he was loath to give them up.
One sleepless night as spring wore on, Remus padded out of his room and Summoned the photo albums from a dusty bookcase. They settled softly at his feet as he sat down with a cup of tea. Slowly he looked through the photos, giving full attention to each image, each collection of smiles and waves a deliberate task, a testing of the ache.
The sharpest pain came from the simplest shot, James and Lily dancing in a world their own, the framing slightly off-kilter. Sirius, silent, had snuck up and hugged Remus from behind, startling him just as he snapped the photo. As James and Lily spun, Sirius’s body was warm and strong against him, laughter arrogant and animated in his ears.
Not caring if he was giving joy or removing pain, Remus slipped the photo into an envelope to post in the morning.

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Lovely and so sad!
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Not caring if he was giving joy or removing pain, Remus slipped the photo into an envelope to post in the morning.
That line just about killed me.
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Not caring if he was giving joy or removing pain, Remus slipped the photo into an envelope to post in the morning.
I can so relate to this. Gah.
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:)
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thank you :)
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This is terrific. I love the photo of James and Lily from the movie -it's so simple and so moving. I loved Hagrid's gift of photos, too, since it's the sort of thing I totally forgot Harry would have been denied all of his childhood. The connection you make to Lupin, who we don't know at that point in the movie-verse, is perfect, because, obviously, Hagrid would have gone to the Order and to James' old pals.
But I'd never thought of any of these things, and you bring them all crashing together in this ficlet and it's beautiful.
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/ramble. thank you :)
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Very muted, resigned voice. I like it.
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thank you!
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that hurt a bit.
in a good way.
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