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tigriswolfTitle: to see a world in a grain of sand
Fandom: Harry Potter/“Supernatural” crossover
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from William Blake.
Warnings: none for SN; I haven’t read HBP
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 500
Point of view: third
Notes:
lunardreamed, your fic is still coming!
He left Britain and headed towards the sun, crisscrossing Europe and the Middle East, ending up in Asia. He then moved southwest, across China and India, down into Africa. He traveled south, along the coast, then curved with the tip and went north, smelling the Atlantic the entire way.
He still missed James, and even Peter, but Sirius was an ache that just wouldn’t fade. He had failed them all, failed spectacularly, when he let Harry fall.
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Remus rode on a ship across the ocean. He rarely went inside, always staring at the sky or out over the water. He replayed Harry’s final moments over and over, torturing himself, trying to figure out what he should have done differently. He heard Hermione’s scream, Ron’s groan, Ginny’s gasp. In his memory, the ocean breeze swirling around him, he watched as they died, struck down by Death Eaters, mere seconds after Harry and Voldemort both died.
He just couldn’t stay in Britain after that. Couldn’t stand being near so many reminders of his failures—Sirius, James, Harry, everyone… so he fled. Fled the country, the continent, traveled the world, trying to escape his guilt, even though he knew just how futile that was. He’d never outrun it.
And here he was, crossing an ocean.
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He wandered America, starting at Florida and moving diagonally for Washington. He went south along California’s coast, then headed for Maine. He had no destination, no plan, just the incessant need to move. He spoke rarely, never met anyone’s eyes if he could help it, and avoided newspapers at all cost.
Remus had never had problems losing himself in humanity’s shuffle, not like James or Sirius. He could blend anywhere, just step back and be gone. So he did.
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It was over a year since he set foot on American soil, nearly three since the war ended. Remus hadn’t heard a thing from Britain, from the magical world. He didn’t miss it nearly as much as he’d thought he would. He’d stopped sending Luna postcards about ten countries back.
It was in Ohio, when he met the brothers. The taller one, Sam, had looked at him with sympathetic eyes, told him it was time to rest. The other held a gun on him, keeping himself slightly in front of his brother.
Remus looked from one to the other, and said, “I’m not tired.”
“Trust me,” Sam said, his green eyes earnest. “They’re waiting for you, everyone you’ve been looking for.”
Remus studied him for a long moment. “Are you sure?” he asked.
Sam smiled sadly. “Yes. Sirius misses you, and James. They want you to come home.”
Dean lowered the gun when Remus closed his eyes. “I miss them, too,” Remus murmured.
“Just let go,” Sam told him softly.
So, easily, Remus did.
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Date: 2007-07-23 07:25 pm (UTC)Though I have to admit I sort of adore this. I've stayed away from HP-fanfiction for good and for bad, but...*hee*
Sam and Dean! There was hugging behind the scenes. I'm sure of it. 'Cause hugs are love. And the boys are in serious need of some loving...
Oh, Dean... ever the stalwart soldier. And the fact that you have a "dean lives"-tag? Will never stop being funny.
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Date: 2007-07-23 09:04 pm (UTC)*is slightly excited*
Also, I'm about a third of the way through HBP now.
Well, of course I have a 'dean lives' tag. Although, it came after the 'dead dean' tag, so what does that say about me?
Also also, thank you for reading!
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Date: 2007-07-23 09:32 pm (UTC)It's just funny that you have such specific tags. The only thing it says about you is that you like to be orderly. As for having 'dead Dean'-tag before 'Dean lives'-tag? Frankly, I'm not surprised.
But if the boy would stop breaking so beautifully...!
;)
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Date: 2007-07-25 05:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-25 08:15 pm (UTC)And yet, I read it.
Obviously, the linguophile in me has a seriously masochistic streak.
I just hope it'll end with the Deathly Hallows. Which I didn't begin reading yet, despite that threat earlier. Because Sam suggested I might like to tell about the time he left Dean alone in the motel room. ;)
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Date: 2007-07-25 08:23 pm (UTC)Very bittersweet. Remus as a tortured spirit, literally, is an intriguing idea; especially if Sam and Dean knew who he was and what was haunting him.
I think you've got a beautiful portrayal of Remus's pain and exhaustion. I enjoyed reading this--thanks for sharing.
~Michelle
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Date: 2007-07-26 02:22 am (UTC)_The Witches of Eileanan_ is about a dozen times better, but I never even heard about it till a borrowed a book in the second series from a friend.
How do you mean 'language'?
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Date: 2007-07-26 02:22 am (UTC)Rantity-rant-rant
Date: 2007-07-26 04:48 pm (UTC)_The Witches of Eileanan_ is about a dozen times better, but I never even heard about it till a borrowed a book in the second series from a friend.
That's exactly what happened with me and Venus in Furs (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Venus_in_furs). I'd never even heard of the book, or the author, then a friend's friend suggested it, I located a copy in a library near-by, and fell in love. It's hardly everyone's cup of tea, but the 19th century sadomasochistic romance made a fan out of me in a heartbeat, largely due to the language used, the structure of sentences.
My husband bought me a copy for the Year's End party; unfortunately, that version is a newer print and thus uses 'simplified' English. I.e. 'dig up' instead of 'disinter'. But the phrasing and the ideas still hit the right chords.
How do you mean 'language'?
Language as in before I began reading HP, I indulged in Venus In Furs and Legacy of Kain (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Legacy_of_Kain)-games, lyrics of bands who have no qualms about referencing works of literature. What all these share is the beauty and richness of English language, forcing me to reach for the dictionary a couple of times.
And then there's HP and its simple language. I understand that the series has been marketed as 'children's books' (and yet, Tolkien's for adults?), but still... Last time I checked, it's recommended that one speaks 'proper' language to the babies. Why shouldn't the elder kids be treated the same way and given a glimpse of how rich the language can be?
But considering that HP's generally thought of as responsible for getting a good deal of kids reading books...*steps off the soapbox*
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