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[fic] follow you into the dark.
Title: 'follow you into the dark'.
Characters: Luna Lovegood, Remus Lupin
Notes: Luna sleepwalks one night, heading for danger. It's a full moon and Remus knows he's still dangerous, but he has to stop her.
Word Count: 836.
Prompt: Valentine's Day Prompt Meme - friendship & fur. For Morgan! C:
It’s not easy being a werewolf, it’s certainly not easy being one whilst living in a tower with many others. In Chicago, there’s no Shreiking Shack for Remus to hide in during the nights of his transformations. He’s amongst Wanderers, angels and demons under one roof – locking himself up on the full moon isn’t easy. He’s constantly scared something’s going to happen, someone’s going to get hurt or killed or bitten.
The Wolfsbane potion makes his life easier, he’s so glad he has it. The pain is easier to bear, not finding himself passing out from the transformations. He’s still weak, but not as weak as he used to be. He finds himself not being totally lost to the wolf and for once in his life, he has rational thought. He can keep his mind human and it pushes the hunger, the need for violence away.
But Remus still gets restless. It’s hard to be cooped up in one room and he can’t always sleep the time away. Slowly, he finds himself getting the courage to venture out at night. He sticks to the emptier corridors, ones where there’s less likely to be someone going around. He keeps as quiet as he can, never staying out for too long and quickly retreating back to the confines of his room once more.
On Valentine’s Day Night, it’s the last day of the full moon. In the early hours of the morning, Remus is out pacing the corridors. He’s tired, but still not tired enough to sleep. He feels more human tonight, the moon’s power waning; combined with the Wolfsbane – he feels a little more at ease with himself. He’s still cautious, he’s always cautious – but there’s a little comfort to him.
Prowling round the corner to head down another corridor, Remus stops dead in his tracks at the sight of someone swaying on the spot some ten meters ahead of him. He sniffs cautious and picks up a familiar scent: sugary foods, grass, wool – all bound with the accustomed smell of magic. Luna.
He backs off, watching warily – why’s she up at this time of night? He lets out a soft whine… but she doesn’t seem to move. She just stands, glued to the spot. She hasn’t noticed him. Odd. Then, she sways and starts walking off in the opposite direction.
Remus thinks about leaving, but she seems to be heading in the direction of the Silent Hall. And he remembers… she sleepwalks from time to time. She told him once. He knows he needs to stay away from her in this state, but there’s a nagging… instinct in his head. The trouble with Roderick and Luna went to the Silent Hall – it’s not safe there.
And as much as he tries to deny the other side of him, the nagging feels a little stronger. There’s an urgency to look after her. A canine instinct. She’s just a pup and she’s wandering into danger.. and he can’t let that happen.
Gathering up all the courage he can, he trots after her. Catching up to walk only a few steps behind her, he lets out a small growl.
“Luna? Luna, can you hear me? You must wake up, don’t go this way.” He warns.
Luna doesn’t respond, but keeps walking with a dreamily dazed expression on her face. Remus tries to warn her again, but he can’t reach her. No matter what he says, she doesn’t wake up – only continues on her path toward the Silent Hall.
When she finally does stop, just at the top of the Hallway, Remus stands rigidly at her side. He lets out another growl of warning, feeling his hackles rise as the air around him grows colder. His focus on whatever down that corridor means he fails to focus on how close he is to her and as she raises moves her arm, her hand brushes against his back.
Both of them seem to freeze on the spot. Remus is more on edge than ever; Luna’s expression changes, she still looks dreamily down the corridor – but there’s an air of uncertainty about her. After a few moments, her blind fingers fumble at the coarse fur – almost semi-aware of it, despite not knowing what it is. She moves her hand a little, frowning in her sleep; the fur’s warm, shaking a little – she doesn’t recognize this fully, but there’s something there through the haze of her dream. It’s nice, in a way.
Remus needs to move away, he knows this, but he just can’t seem to move. He needs to Luna out of here.
“Luna, leave now. Turn around. Go back.” He tries again.
Luna continues to pet him absent-mindedly, still looking uncertain. Remus whines again, “Please, Luna. Please.”
After a long pause, the blonde girl murmurs something under breath and smiles vacantly. She sways on the spot slightly and turns, her hand still on his back. He tries to move, guiding her back and with an internal sigh of relief, she follows.
Characters: Luna Lovegood, Remus Lupin
Notes: Luna sleepwalks one night, heading for danger. It's a full moon and Remus knows he's still dangerous, but he has to stop her.
Word Count: 836.
Prompt: Valentine's Day Prompt Meme - friendship & fur. For Morgan! C:
It’s not easy being a werewolf, it’s certainly not easy being one whilst living in a tower with many others. In Chicago, there’s no Shreiking Shack for Remus to hide in during the nights of his transformations. He’s amongst Wanderers, angels and demons under one roof – locking himself up on the full moon isn’t easy. He’s constantly scared something’s going to happen, someone’s going to get hurt or killed or bitten.
The Wolfsbane potion makes his life easier, he’s so glad he has it. The pain is easier to bear, not finding himself passing out from the transformations. He’s still weak, but not as weak as he used to be. He finds himself not being totally lost to the wolf and for once in his life, he has rational thought. He can keep his mind human and it pushes the hunger, the need for violence away.
But Remus still gets restless. It’s hard to be cooped up in one room and he can’t always sleep the time away. Slowly, he finds himself getting the courage to venture out at night. He sticks to the emptier corridors, ones where there’s less likely to be someone going around. He keeps as quiet as he can, never staying out for too long and quickly retreating back to the confines of his room once more.
On Valentine’s Day Night, it’s the last day of the full moon. In the early hours of the morning, Remus is out pacing the corridors. He’s tired, but still not tired enough to sleep. He feels more human tonight, the moon’s power waning; combined with the Wolfsbane – he feels a little more at ease with himself. He’s still cautious, he’s always cautious – but there’s a little comfort to him.
Prowling round the corner to head down another corridor, Remus stops dead in his tracks at the sight of someone swaying on the spot some ten meters ahead of him. He sniffs cautious and picks up a familiar scent: sugary foods, grass, wool – all bound with the accustomed smell of magic. Luna.
He backs off, watching warily – why’s she up at this time of night? He lets out a soft whine… but she doesn’t seem to move. She just stands, glued to the spot. She hasn’t noticed him. Odd. Then, she sways and starts walking off in the opposite direction.
Remus thinks about leaving, but she seems to be heading in the direction of the Silent Hall. And he remembers… she sleepwalks from time to time. She told him once. He knows he needs to stay away from her in this state, but there’s a nagging… instinct in his head. The trouble with Roderick and Luna went to the Silent Hall – it’s not safe there.
And as much as he tries to deny the other side of him, the nagging feels a little stronger. There’s an urgency to look after her. A canine instinct. She’s just a pup and she’s wandering into danger.. and he can’t let that happen.
Gathering up all the courage he can, he trots after her. Catching up to walk only a few steps behind her, he lets out a small growl.
“Luna? Luna, can you hear me? You must wake up, don’t go this way.” He warns.
Luna doesn’t respond, but keeps walking with a dreamily dazed expression on her face. Remus tries to warn her again, but he can’t reach her. No matter what he says, she doesn’t wake up – only continues on her path toward the Silent Hall.
When she finally does stop, just at the top of the Hallway, Remus stands rigidly at her side. He lets out another growl of warning, feeling his hackles rise as the air around him grows colder. His focus on whatever down that corridor means he fails to focus on how close he is to her and as she raises moves her arm, her hand brushes against his back.
Both of them seem to freeze on the spot. Remus is more on edge than ever; Luna’s expression changes, she still looks dreamily down the corridor – but there’s an air of uncertainty about her. After a few moments, her blind fingers fumble at the coarse fur – almost semi-aware of it, despite not knowing what it is. She moves her hand a little, frowning in her sleep; the fur’s warm, shaking a little – she doesn’t recognize this fully, but there’s something there through the haze of her dream. It’s nice, in a way.
Remus needs to move away, he knows this, but he just can’t seem to move. He needs to Luna out of here.
“Luna, leave now. Turn around. Go back.” He tries again.
Luna continues to pet him absent-mindedly, still looking uncertain. Remus whines again, “Please, Luna. Please.”
After a long pause, the blonde girl murmurs something under breath and smiles vacantly. She sways on the spot slightly and turns, her hand still on his back. He tries to move, guiding her back and with an internal sigh of relief, she follows.