A/N: I haven't written Harry Potter fic in ages, but for some reason I've recently been in a Sirius/Remus mood. Thus, this small drabble was born. It will shortly be accompanied by another slightly longer drabble.
Through Human Eyes
Sometimes, when he lays in bed in the hospital wing covered in bandages and aching and praying—for death, for life, and maybe they're the same, for someone like him—Remus dreams of making love with Sirius under the full moon. He dreams of laying on the grassy lawn of Hogwarts and looking up through human eyes and seeing.
Then he wakes up.