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Title: Scenes From Life In Wartime, Or Waking Sirius Black
Author: serenissima
Fandom: Harry Potter, with a slight Sherlock Holmes crossover/reference
Pairing: Remus/Sirius Implied
Rating: PG
Spoilers: For OotP
Summary and Notes: Wherein we learn of the tradition of the wake, and why we should remember. Assume standard disclaimers, and apologies for any errors or omissions.
Original Drabble by setissma
"I cannot believe you allowed him to become this intoxicated."
"I didn't allow him. I found him."
"You couldn't manage to return him yourself?"
"I haven't gotten my apparating license. I'm not allowed -"
"Not allowed, Miss Granger, is not the same as unable."
"Are you suggesting I ought to have broken the law?"
"At three in the morning, it would have been preferable to disturbing me!"
"You're just unhappy I've woken you up."
"To the contrary. I am unhappy you have woken me to collect Lupin, who did
not have the sense to pass out in his bed."
"It's not as if I wanted to find him in my alley. I thought he was a cat."
"An entirely different species."
"Just take him home, Professor."
"Are you certain? He came to your flat."
"Professor."
"Fine. I will, as always, handle it."
"Mind his head, and don't -"
"Goodnight, Hermione."
******
Scenes From Life In Wartime, or Waking Sirius Black
"You’re being morbid."
"On the contrary, I’m quite cheerful at the thought. Lots of booze, decent music, attractive young women bewailing my loss – you could persuade a few, couldn’t you?"
"What makes you think *I’m* going to be around? You’ll outlive us all in anyway, what with your dissipation, shameless debauchery and – mmph!"
"No more talk of debauchery now, unless you want very *physical* evidence of it. Invite all of my many admirers, friends, and maybe a few enemies to gloat -"
"I’m not listening."
"I’m serious, Moony. I’m counting on you to see it done. Promise me you’ll remember."
***
It is speculated that the practice of the wake gained popularity during the waning years of the First War through a combination of logistics and timing. Being that known opponents of the Dark Lord could hardly gather in a single place due to the danger of an attack, private memorials replaced public ceremonies. These gatherings, often informal and haphazard affairs attended only by family and comrades of the fallen, soon assumed the character of grim tradition, as the groups grew smaller and the gatherings more frequent.
- Scarab & Symonds, History of the First War Against The Dark Lord, 394.
***
Stumbling down Pall Mall towards Trafalgar Square, Remus Lupin reflected it had been a poor idea to hold a wake Sirius Black alone. In addition, the Diogenes was not the most suitable venue, although the staff had more than satisfied his desires for privacy and silence, and had moreover been most obliging in providing unquestioned and unlimited quantities of whiskey. The evening had not improved his mood, however, and he now realized: 1) he was too drunk to apparate, 2) he had no change for the bus, and 3) he had no clue how to find Grimmaud Place on foot.
***
Minerva McGonagall considered herself a sensible person who liked to live a quiet life. Such peaceful existence did not include being awakened at three in the morning by a sixth-year student in the company of an intoxicated colleague. She was even less pleased upon discovering the cause for the disturbance, and proceeded to have a long and merciless interview with a somewhat worse for wear Remus Lupin on the merits of friendship and the deleterious effects of failing to share grief with one’s comrades. Having thoroughly chastened him, she turned to Hermione Granger, and explained what needed to be done.
***
Since arriving at Hogwarts, Hermione Granger had developed a fascination with the history and culture of Wizarding Britain. Discovering a new tradition, then, somewhat compensated for discovering a disconsolate, melancholy (and very, very drunk) Professor Lupin on her doorstep, and the difficult conversation with Professor McGonagall that followed. Even now, as she was delegated responsibility for contacting fellow students and assisting with arrangements, her enthusiasm was almost enough to dull her concern for Lupin, anxieties about the current situation, and her growing suspicion that although was this would be her first wake, it would by no means be her last.
***
So we gathered to honor Sirius Black, in the house of his ancestors, which he had hated but which had been part of him nonetheless. Drinking butterbeer and firewhiskey in the kitchen, with a fire burning warm in the grate, we shared our stories of him.
Headmaster Dumbledore gave a eulogy, Professor McGonagall a short biography, and Harry spoke of how glad he was to have known his godfather. Professor Moody added a hilarious anecdote involving a kipper, the giant squid and some very angry mermen. Fred and George gave a surprisingly touching speech about their pride in meeting one of the “Original Pranksters.” And Remus – Professor Lupin, well you could almost see the change, as he gathered in the memories, sharing outrageous tales from his days at Hogwarts. It seemed like he came back to us again, at least a little. At last, he raised his glass in toast.
“He was the most reckless, arrogant, insufferable, generous, courageous, and passionate man I’ve ever met. He was dearer to me than any brother, closer to me than any friend and I loved him with all my heart. Ladies and gentlemen – I give you Sirius Black.”
- Hermione Granger, Memoirs, 1895.
***
"Goodnight, Kingsley. Arthur, Molly, see you later. Oh Hermione, a moment?"
"Yes, Professor?"
"I wanted to thank you – Minerva told me about your conversation that night. Had it not been for your insistence, I doubt she have convinced me to hold a proper wake."
"I thought the tradition was worth reviving, considering the future - and perhaps that wasn’t the best phrase to use."
"Yes. Well, a wise man once told me that those we love never truly leave us."
"And you have all of us - we love you too, you know."
"I know."
"I promise I’ll remember, Sirius."
Plus, bonus drabble posted asserenissima, which was remixed in the remus_remix
Every Dark Thing Is His - Remus Lupin, Bellatrix Black-Lestrange
It came to blows at last, as they grappled, wands broken. Yet neither her cruelty nor her cunning could match his calm, determined desire for revenge.
Face to face, they stood in parody of an embrace – his hands closed around her slender neck, dark hair, pale skin and flashing eyes so familiar, he could almost. . .
“Pathetic, you and my blood traitor of a cousin. You deny your true nature - you should have been His. You will be, when He triumphs.”
“Perhaps.” A twist, a snap - her body went limp in his arms. “But you won’t live to see it."
serenissima, August 8, 2004 for the remus_remixTitle: Scenes From Life In Wartime, Or Waking Sirius Black
Author: serenissima
Fandom: Harry Potter, with a slight Sherlock Holmes crossover/reference
Pairing: Remus/Sirius Implied
Rating: PG
Spoilers: For OotP
Summary and Notes: Wherein we learn of the tradition of the wake, and why we should remember. Assume standard disclaimers, and apologies for any errors or omissions.
Original Drabble by setissma
"I cannot believe you allowed him to become this intoxicated."
"I didn't allow him. I found him."
"You couldn't manage to return him yourself?"
"I haven't gotten my apparating license. I'm not allowed -"
"Not allowed, Miss Granger, is not the same as unable."
"Are you suggesting I ought to have broken the law?"
"At three in the morning, it would have been preferable to disturbing me!"
"You're just unhappy I've woken you up."
"To the contrary. I am unhappy you have woken me to collect Lupin, who did
not have the sense to pass out in his bed."
"It's not as if I wanted to find him in my alley. I thought he was a cat."
"An entirely different species."
"Just take him home, Professor."
"Are you certain? He came to your flat."
"Professor."
"Fine. I will, as always, handle it."
"Mind his head, and don't -"
"Goodnight, Hermione."
******
Scenes From Life In Wartime, or Waking Sirius Black
"You’re being morbid."
"On the contrary, I’m quite cheerful at the thought. Lots of booze, decent music, attractive young women bewailing my loss – you could persuade a few, couldn’t you?"
"What makes you think *I’m* going to be around? You’ll outlive us all in anyway, what with your dissipation, shameless debauchery and – mmph!"
"No more talk of debauchery now, unless you want very *physical* evidence of it. Invite all of my many admirers, friends, and maybe a few enemies to gloat -"
"I’m not listening."
"I’m serious, Moony. I’m counting on you to see it done. Promise me you’ll remember."
***
It is speculated that the practice of the wake gained popularity during the waning years of the First War through a combination of logistics and timing. Being that known opponents of the Dark Lord could hardly gather in a single place due to the danger of an attack, private memorials replaced public ceremonies. These gatherings, often informal and haphazard affairs attended only by family and comrades of the fallen, soon assumed the character of grim tradition, as the groups grew smaller and the gatherings more frequent.
- Scarab & Symonds, History of the First War Against The Dark Lord, 394.
***
Stumbling down Pall Mall towards Trafalgar Square, Remus Lupin reflected it had been a poor idea to hold a wake Sirius Black alone. In addition, the Diogenes was not the most suitable venue, although the staff had more than satisfied his desires for privacy and silence, and had moreover been most obliging in providing unquestioned and unlimited quantities of whiskey. The evening had not improved his mood, however, and he now realized: 1) he was too drunk to apparate, 2) he had no change for the bus, and 3) he had no clue how to find Grimmaud Place on foot.
***
Minerva McGonagall considered herself a sensible person who liked to live a quiet life. Such peaceful existence did not include being awakened at three in the morning by a sixth-year student in the company of an intoxicated colleague. She was even less pleased upon discovering the cause for the disturbance, and proceeded to have a long and merciless interview with a somewhat worse for wear Remus Lupin on the merits of friendship and the deleterious effects of failing to share grief with one’s comrades. Having thoroughly chastened him, she turned to Hermione Granger, and explained what needed to be done.
***
Since arriving at Hogwarts, Hermione Granger had developed a fascination with the history and culture of Wizarding Britain. Discovering a new tradition, then, somewhat compensated for discovering a disconsolate, melancholy (and very, very drunk) Professor Lupin on her doorstep, and the difficult conversation with Professor McGonagall that followed. Even now, as she was delegated responsibility for contacting fellow students and assisting with arrangements, her enthusiasm was almost enough to dull her concern for Lupin, anxieties about the current situation, and her growing suspicion that although was this would be her first wake, it would by no means be her last.
***
So we gathered to honor Sirius Black, in the house of his ancestors, which he had hated but which had been part of him nonetheless. Drinking butterbeer and firewhiskey in the kitchen, with a fire burning warm in the grate, we shared our stories of him.
Headmaster Dumbledore gave a eulogy, Professor McGonagall a short biography, and Harry spoke of how glad he was to have known his godfather. Professor Moody added a hilarious anecdote involving a kipper, the giant squid and some very angry mermen. Fred and George gave a surprisingly touching speech about their pride in meeting one of the “Original Pranksters.” And Remus – Professor Lupin, well you could almost see the change, as he gathered in the memories, sharing outrageous tales from his days at Hogwarts. It seemed like he came back to us again, at least a little. At last, he raised his glass in toast.
“He was the most reckless, arrogant, insufferable, generous, courageous, and passionate man I’ve ever met. He was dearer to me than any brother, closer to me than any friend and I loved him with all my heart. Ladies and gentlemen – I give you Sirius Black.”
- Hermione Granger, Memoirs, 1895.
***
"Goodnight, Kingsley. Arthur, Molly, see you later. Oh Hermione, a moment?"
"Yes, Professor?"
"I wanted to thank you – Minerva told me about your conversation that night. Had it not been for your insistence, I doubt she have convinced me to hold a proper wake."
"I thought the tradition was worth reviving, considering the future - and perhaps that wasn’t the best phrase to use."
"Yes. Well, a wise man once told me that those we love never truly leave us."
"And you have all of us - we love you too, you know."
"I know."
"I promise I’ll remember, Sirius."
Plus, bonus drabble posted as
serenissima, which was remixed in the remus_remixEvery Dark Thing Is His - Remus Lupin, Bellatrix Black-Lestrange
It came to blows at last, as they grappled, wands broken. Yet neither her cruelty nor her cunning could match his calm, determined desire for revenge.
Face to face, they stood in parody of an embrace – his hands closed around her slender neck, dark hair, pale skin and flashing eyes so familiar, he could almost. . .
“Pathetic, you and my blood traitor of a cousin. You deny your true nature - you should have been His. You will be, when He triumphs.”
“Perhaps.” A twist, a snap - her body went limp in his arms. “But you won’t live to see it."
