Truth (cookie)
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tattooedsirenTitle: Truth
Ships: Remus/Hermione
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Say it with me now ~ me ... don't ... own.
Sumary: Harry realises something and he isn't happy about it.
Authors Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
inell's Locked Room Challenge. Two names were pulled from a hat and I had to write something where those two characters were locked in a room. I got Harry and Remus.
I really like the idea of this, even if the execution is slightly lacking. :O)
Truth
Hermione started stacking the dinner plates, still smiling from the dinnertime conversation. Harry stood from the table and leant down to whisper in Remus’s ear, his voice low and serious, “We need to talk.”
Remus looked up at Harry. “Okay.”
“Now,” Harry said, his voice brooking no refusals.
Remus stood, confused by this behaviour from Harry. He followed Harry into a nearby drawing room, walking through the door Harry held open for him before the younger man followed. Remus turned in time to see Harry cast a locking and silencing charm on the room.
“What’s going on, Harry?” Remus asked, his voice a mixture of concern and intrigue.
Harry lifted his wand and pointed it straight at Remus, his eyes alight with anger.
“Whoa, Harry, what’s going on?” Remus asked, slightly panicked, raising his hands to try and placate the younger man.
“Tell me the truth,” Harry said, advancing on Remus.
“About what?” Remus asked desperately, backing away from Harry.
Harry continued to advance, forcing Remus to collapse in a nearby chair. Harry towered above him, his wand pointing at Remus’s heart.
“Swear to me you will tell me the truth,” Harry repeated, gritting his teeth.
“Okay, I’ll tell you the truth. Harry, what is it? What’s wrong?”
“What is going on with you and Hermione?”
Silence. The two men just stared at each other. Remus’s refusal to answer the question spoke louder than any verbal response could.
“How long?” Harry demanded.
“A couple of months,” Remus replied, defeated.
Harry dropped his wand, backing away from Remus. Despite his certainty that something was going on, having it confirmed was still a shock.
“But you … how did … how on Earth …” Harry was babbling, unable to speak a single coherent thought as he paced around the room.
“It’s okay, Harry,” Remus said in what he hoped was a soothing voice. “Just calm down for a second.”
“’Calm down’ he says,” Harry replied, stopping his pacing to glare at Remus. “I find out that you are fucking my best friend and you want me to calm down?!”
Remus winced at that. But before he had time to respond, Harry began talking again.
“How could you, Remus? She is twenty years younger than you! She’s-”
Remus stood from the chair and went straight to Harry, placing his hands on the younger mans shoulders. Harry looked ready to crawl out of his skin, clearly on information overload.
“Harry, I want you to listen to me, okay?” Remus said in a calm voice, staring straight into Harry’s green eyes. “Are you listening?”
Harry simply nodded.
“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you. But we didn’t know how. I know you aren’t happy about this. I know you will raise numerous reasons why we shouldn’t be together, all of which we have considered ourselves. But those reasons you have; our age, my werewolf status, the danger to Hermione, all of that, isn’t the real reason you’re angry. You are using anger as a mask so you don’t have to admit how terrified you are that this will change everything. But nothing is going to change, Harry. Not between me and you and not between you and Hermione. Okay?”
Remus released Harry, who just stood there, exhausted. His breathing had calmed and he didn’t look as murderous as before. But Harry looked dead serious when he said to Remus, “If you hurt her -”
“I would rather die,” Remus interrupted, his voice earnest. “You know that, Harry.”
The two men looked at each other, an entire conversation seemingly passing just through their eyes. After a few minutes, Harry nodded. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
“Harry? Remus?” came the slightly muffled voice of Hermione from outside the room.
“Go on,” Remus said, inclining his head to the door. “Go hang out with your best friend.”
“Okay.” Harry started to move away, but at the last minute turned back to Remus. He reached out and laid a hand on the older mans arm. “Sorry,” he said in a whisper.
“It’s okay,” Remus said.
“But I don’t know how long it will take me to get used to this. If I ever do.”
Remus could only watch sadly as, after Harry made this pronouncement, he turned and went to the door, undoing the charms binding the room. Hermione was standing at the door, confusion clear on her face. She looked into the room and sensing the tense atmosphere between Harry and Remus, asked in a soft voice, “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Harry replied, throwing an arm around her shoulder and leading her from the room. “Come on. There is some ice-cream in the freezer with our name on it.”
They left Remus there, who, after the two young friends went to the kitchen, put his head into his hands and let out a shaky breath.
Ships: Remus/Hermione
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Say it with me now ~ me ... don't ... own.
Sumary: Harry realises something and he isn't happy about it.
Authors Notes: Written for
inell's Locked Room Challenge. Two names were pulled from a hat and I had to write something where those two characters were locked in a room. I got Harry and Remus.I really like the idea of this, even if the execution is slightly lacking. :O)
Truth
Hermione started stacking the dinner plates, still smiling from the dinnertime conversation. Harry stood from the table and leant down to whisper in Remus’s ear, his voice low and serious, “We need to talk.”
Remus looked up at Harry. “Okay.”
“Now,” Harry said, his voice brooking no refusals.
Remus stood, confused by this behaviour from Harry. He followed Harry into a nearby drawing room, walking through the door Harry held open for him before the younger man followed. Remus turned in time to see Harry cast a locking and silencing charm on the room.
“What’s going on, Harry?” Remus asked, his voice a mixture of concern and intrigue.
Harry lifted his wand and pointed it straight at Remus, his eyes alight with anger.
“Whoa, Harry, what’s going on?” Remus asked, slightly panicked, raising his hands to try and placate the younger man.
“Tell me the truth,” Harry said, advancing on Remus.
“About what?” Remus asked desperately, backing away from Harry.
Harry continued to advance, forcing Remus to collapse in a nearby chair. Harry towered above him, his wand pointing at Remus’s heart.
“Swear to me you will tell me the truth,” Harry repeated, gritting his teeth.
“Okay, I’ll tell you the truth. Harry, what is it? What’s wrong?”
“What is going on with you and Hermione?”
Silence. The two men just stared at each other. Remus’s refusal to answer the question spoke louder than any verbal response could.
“How long?” Harry demanded.
“A couple of months,” Remus replied, defeated.
Harry dropped his wand, backing away from Remus. Despite his certainty that something was going on, having it confirmed was still a shock.
“But you … how did … how on Earth …” Harry was babbling, unable to speak a single coherent thought as he paced around the room.
“It’s okay, Harry,” Remus said in what he hoped was a soothing voice. “Just calm down for a second.”
“’Calm down’ he says,” Harry replied, stopping his pacing to glare at Remus. “I find out that you are fucking my best friend and you want me to calm down?!”
Remus winced at that. But before he had time to respond, Harry began talking again.
“How could you, Remus? She is twenty years younger than you! She’s-”
Remus stood from the chair and went straight to Harry, placing his hands on the younger mans shoulders. Harry looked ready to crawl out of his skin, clearly on information overload.
“Harry, I want you to listen to me, okay?” Remus said in a calm voice, staring straight into Harry’s green eyes. “Are you listening?”
Harry simply nodded.
“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you. But we didn’t know how. I know you aren’t happy about this. I know you will raise numerous reasons why we shouldn’t be together, all of which we have considered ourselves. But those reasons you have; our age, my werewolf status, the danger to Hermione, all of that, isn’t the real reason you’re angry. You are using anger as a mask so you don’t have to admit how terrified you are that this will change everything. But nothing is going to change, Harry. Not between me and you and not between you and Hermione. Okay?”
Remus released Harry, who just stood there, exhausted. His breathing had calmed and he didn’t look as murderous as before. But Harry looked dead serious when he said to Remus, “If you hurt her -”
“I would rather die,” Remus interrupted, his voice earnest. “You know that, Harry.”
The two men looked at each other, an entire conversation seemingly passing just through their eyes. After a few minutes, Harry nodded. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
“Harry? Remus?” came the slightly muffled voice of Hermione from outside the room.
“Go on,” Remus said, inclining his head to the door. “Go hang out with your best friend.”
“Okay.” Harry started to move away, but at the last minute turned back to Remus. He reached out and laid a hand on the older mans arm. “Sorry,” he said in a whisper.
“It’s okay,” Remus said.
“But I don’t know how long it will take me to get used to this. If I ever do.”
Remus could only watch sadly as, after Harry made this pronouncement, he turned and went to the door, undoing the charms binding the room. Hermione was standing at the door, confusion clear on her face. She looked into the room and sensing the tense atmosphere between Harry and Remus, asked in a soft voice, “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Harry replied, throwing an arm around her shoulder and leading her from the room. “Come on. There is some ice-cream in the freezer with our name on it.”
They left Remus there, who, after the two young friends went to the kitchen, put his head into his hands and let out a shaky breath.
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Date: 2006-04-22 11:41 pm (UTC)However, if it wriggles loose and holds me hostage, I may have to indulge it... then I'll probably dedicate it to you!
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Date: 2006-04-23 12:52 am (UTC)Thanks. I'll still dedicate it to you.
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Date: 2006-04-22 07:01 am (UTC)To be honest, I liked the fact that Harry didn't accept it completely, simply because that's the way he is. Poor Remus and Hermione, difficult times wait for them when they decide to make it public, but I trust it'll be fine at the end.
Great job.
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Date: 2006-04-22 07:24 am (UTC)*laughs* I'm the same. I've referred to Remus as the last Marauder in fics, as have a lot of other people. :O)
I dont think Harry would accept it completely either, at least not right away. In time, perhaps. Hopefully.
Thanks so much.
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Date: 2006-04-24 09:55 pm (UTC)I take it this is the cookie you tried to link to from FA?
Poor Harry! I'm sure he really, really wants to accept Remus and Hermione, just can't quite. That was very sweet, thank-you
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Date: 2006-04-24 11:25 pm (UTC)Thanks so much. Glad you liked it.