Okay so i just got an idea and had to send it to my favorite harry potter writer immediately. So I was listening to the song 'sweet goodbyes' by Krezip and I just thought what if the story described in the song was actually Fem!reader x Remus Lupin after the deaths of Lily and James and after Sirius was imprisoned. I just thought it could be very emotional and sad and the song was fitting.
Hope
Warnings: this is basically all angst with some hope in there. This should really be called angst…
NOTE: wow okay this actually is so late and I’m so sorry. This took a lot out of me because I really tried to harness the despair of losing so much. I hope you enjoy!!
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It didn’t matter how many nights were left un-slept or how many days were spent barely hanging on. It didn’t matter how hard it was to breath or how many tear soaked shirts were hung up to dry. It didn’t matter how many nightmares bled into the daylight.
It didn’t matter.
They were gone.
They were all gone.
Y/n felt as if the world continued to spin around her while she stood still.
A shell of herself.
Waiting for her heart to mend.
Ever since she saw the grey headstone with their names engraved, y/n had all but become comatose.
Her friendships crumbled and her happiness felt as if it was put on a high shelf. Her home felt cold and empty without the warmth of her chosen family; without the kindness of her other half.
It had been days since she had seen Remus Lupin. The deaths of Lily and James Potter were devastating enough, but the conviction and imprisonment of Sirius simply tipped them over the edge of despair.
They had been in each other’s arms the morning they found out, not a care in the world when they held each other. But then that letter came, and as they read it, y/n’s tea fell onto the couch cushion, leaving a stain that she touched now. Forever marking that morning.
She had no tears to cry any more. No more sobs to bruise her ribs. She was drained. Memories of her friends plagued her day and night, but she knew it was time to find the strength she knew she had; she knew it was there because they had given it to her over years of love and selflessness.
Y/n let out a sigh, and stood from her couch. It was time to be strong, if not for her, then for them. For him. She needed to be there for him to get them through the night when he returned.
Remus had left to wreck havoc on the Ministry for wrongly convincing his best friend, but he was only shut out. He had stayed in the city, wandering the streets but not truly seeing where he went. Busy streets turned into quiet lanes as he wandered aimlessly.
It felt as if a part of his soul had been ripped from his chest that day, and hidden away. He felt empty in his agony. He didn’t know what to hold onto in his life, only feeling the hot tears that welled in his eyes as he stared up at the night sky.
The more he thought on what he had left, the more he continued to come back to one thing. The most important thing.
His darling y/n.
Before he knew it, his feet had taken him back to the familiar house that pulled him in.
He stared at the door, almost afraid to knock in fear that she wouldn’t answer. Afraid she too would cast him out. But he as raised his knuckles to the wooden door, it swung open.
There stood the most important thing left for him. The one thing he could never let go of. The one thing he could never lose.
His hope.
His light in the dark.
Those bright eyes he loved so deeply stared up at him, and in that moment, he let go. Remus walked to her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. They were each other’s lifeline in such a difficult time, tethered to one an other by nothing but a string. It was delicate and fragile. But it was theirs.
Y/n held him close, letting her tears fall and stain his shirt. She ran her hand through his hair that had begun to grey even now in his youth; her heart ached knowing how much the man she loved had been through in his life, and continued to do through. Every person he loved left, cast him out or was taken from him. Y/n knew that her pain was not comparable to his. She was hurt, but he was shattered.
Feeling him let go in her arms was like no pain she had ever known. Her heart felt crushed under the weight of his sorrow, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She would be lost without him, and he her.
Y/n released him after a moment and grasped his hand gently, reaching up to wipe a few tears from his scarred face.
“Come home, Remus.” She whispered.
He nodded, eyes red and glistening. Y/n pulled him inside the house and took his jacket off. Remus looked around, as if it was the first time he saw the inside of their home. Then, he looked down at the young woman who held his hand so softly, it was like the touch of an angel.
His safe haven.
“Y/n…I-I can’t…” his voice broken under his despair. He couldn’t keep himself together, not anymore. He had been so lost without her, not knowing up from down.
“I know…Remus I have you. We’re together. And as long as we stay that way, we can get through this.” She reached up and held his cheek. “I’m here.”
As their world crumbled away around them, they walked slowly to their bed and lay down, cradling one another in sorrow. They needed one another. Without the other, they would be lost. They let the ruin of their life surround them, engulf them. They could take it. They were two half’s of a broken soul that fused themselves together to make something whole.
Together they could slowly repair the detestation that surrounded them.
They could barely sleep, minds whirling with thoughts of their changing world. Years of friendship and happiness were all taken away in a single night, leaving nothing but the year old son of Lily and James behind. It made her chest ache at the thought of the boy being given away to Lily’s sister, but she supposed it was safer that way. Y/n would have taken him in a heartbeat, but with her and Remus both grieving and as members of the Order, it would have caused more damage that not. Single tears fell down her cheeks and onto the pillow beneath her as she let her mind wander. She wished there was something more she could do; anything. But as they laid there in each other’s arms, all they needed was to get through the night.
The early morning sun peaked through the drawn curtains, sending small rays of light across their sleeping faces. Y/n stirred first, her tired eyes cracking open to gaze at the man sleeping next to her. Seeing him rest was enough to make the witch’s heart swell with hope.
She hoped that if they could make it through one night, they could make it through the rest.
She hoped that if they could mend their broken hearts, they could slowly go back to places they used to go.
She hoped that if they could take each day one at a time, that maybe, just maybe, they could relearn to live.
They had to be brave.
They had to make a new world to thrive in.
His eyes opened slowly, those hazel eyes she fell in love with so long ago stared back at her. For a moment, they were quiet, almost afraid to speak. But y/n knew they had to eventually.
“Hello, darling.” She whispered, brushing her knuckles against his cheek.
Remus did not smile, neither did she. But his eyes held something that she hadn’t seen for days.
Hope.
Y/n pressed a soft kiss to his forehead; marking the beginning of their journey to heal.
She was determined to keep his kind heart safe. He needed to be mended with care, and she knew she needed to be the one to do it for him.
A little bit at a time.
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It had been an achingly laboured path she had forged for them. But over time, they returned to the places they used to love, hand in hand; as they sipped at their tea in old cafes they frequented, or when they walked through the fields in the country, they remembered. They looked back on their memories with their beloved schoolmates -their family. They remembered the sound of Sirius’s laugh and how Lily used to smack James’ head when he told a bad joke. They remembered how it felt to be surrounded by love. They let themselves hurt, but in that pain they found something even more precious. They found their love for one another again. They took their broken souls and hearts down from the high shelves they had sat upon for so long, and let them heal.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Finally, those months turned into a year.
That October night, they stood hand in hand stronger than ever. Y/n laid down a bright bouquet of flowers and ran her hand along the cold headstone.
“Miss you Lils…James I hope you’re behaving up there.” She whispered, voice thick with sorrow. When she stood, Remus held her close, and rubbed her arm as they stared down at their old friends.
After a moment of standing in the cold, y/n looked up at the man she loved dearly and let a small smile grace her face- the first one in a long time. Remus returned it gently.
She looked around to ensure their seclusion, and drew out her wand ; Remus followed suit.
Then in the darkness that surrounded them, they both let the memories of their family fill them up, tears streaming down their faces, and whispered, “Expecto Patronum.”
Two silver wolves danced from the ends of their wands, chancing and playing with one another around the snowy earth until they disappeared into the night.
The two of them held onto that feeling of warmth that finally bloomed inside them. Finally, they felt as if the world stopped spinning around them, and instead spun with them.
They could let go.
For them.
They lived.
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