Originally posted: 13 October 2008
This is a highly experimental piece, written in response for the October Challenge over at hh_sugarquill. The prompt was a quote from King Lear: "You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, as full of grief as age; wretched in both!" I'll admit that the drabble ran away with me, and I'm not entirely sure if I got my point across, but as I said, this is an experimental piece. Also, it's a lot darker than what I usually write.
(The title is shamelessly stolen from the Stars song with the same name.)
Title: Your Ex-Lover Is Dead
Summary: They're not the same anymore.
Word Count: 241
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters; I'm just playing around a bit.
Twelve years has passed since the last time he saw this handsome face, once beautiful but now wasted. Still, it's unmistakably Sirius, unmistakably Padfoot.
The man that stands before him is what is left of Sirius Black; a haunted twenty-two-year-old boy, stuck in a too old body. A travesty of his old self but still, deep down, none other than the Padfoot from their shared youth.
Remus himself has gone through a similar transformation. However, while Sirius was stuck with his old, younger self, the Dementors twisting it almost beyond recognition, Remus had to continue living in the real world. Remus had to fight depression and loss as well as prejudice and hate, all the while struggling against his too quickly aging body. Remus had to adapt, had to sacrifice to pull through. Peeled away his soul piece by tiny piece to save himself from all-consuming hurt.
Now that he is met by his past, he realises with a clarity as cold as ice that he is not the same man as he was back then at all. Not the same by a long shot.
Sirius steps forwards and embraces him, clinging to him as if Remus is a lifeline. He buries his face in Remus' neck and silent sobs rack through his body.
"Moony," he whispers, like a prayer. "Moony, Moony."
But Moony isn't there any longer. Moony was eaten away by grief and hurt.
Moony is dead.~fin~