Title: REFLECTIONS OF A SILVER MOON
Disclaimer: Alas I do not own Harry Potter….I cry over it every night before I go to sleep. This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A star studded moonless night lofted in the heavens giving the earth beneath it an eerie glow. Sirius Black sighed contentedly, stars in his eyes, as he looked up at the twinkling lights over the astronomy tower. Thinking back to the last time he had been on the tower, he shivered and tugged his coat about him, remembering the threatening voice. “You haven’t jumped yet.” Speak of the devil, or in this case, the bat. Sirius smirked. “Disappointed?” he asked lowering his head to sneer at the one who broke his peace. “Apathetic,” was all he got as a reply from his current bane of existence. Severus walked over to stand next to Sirius and looked up at the stars his face taking on a pensive expression Sirius had never seen on his nemesis before. He spoke, “Nights we used to look up and stare at the sky. He loved the stars and hated the moon; though the funny thing was, he couldn’t draw his eyes away from the moon. Do you know how many stars can be reflected in his eyes on a clear silver night?” he asked his head turned slightly to glare at Sirius who scrunched his face up in thought. Severus smirked, “It was rhetorical. Though….I know the answer, and until you do,” he turned fully to stare Sirius down, “Don’t even consider yourself worthy of his presence or your love anywhere near adequate.” With a flurry of dark-as-night robes, Snape billowed down to the dungeons.
Or some cave, thought Sirius.
-§- Fall waned, and winter blew by. Spring jumped out with a burst of robins and dandelions. Remus and Sirius’ relationship has grown, you observe. With a tentative nudge in the right direction, it has become in and of itself, an entity--sentient in its ability to mold its fortunate, for now, victims. On odd days, if you stayed behind on a Hogsmeade day, you could see them walking together; hands intertwined just enjoying the peace of a quiet castle. With the sun smiling down on them, and a light breeze tickling their hair, you would think that there was nothing more beautiful than Remus’ bright laugh. Then you would look at Sirius’ equally bright smile, eyes sparkling and doubt yourself. But then all that would shatter, in awe of the perfection they presented as they gazed lovingly at each other, nature herself beaming in their abounding love. Then on that same odd day, you would look down at your pale cold hand tightly grasping a crumpled worn note. Once again, as you have on other odd days, open your fist and smooth it down with your potion stained fingers and read:
None. No stars in his eyes, instead he looks at the moon, never looking away. On moonless nights he simply doesn’t look at the sky. Why’d you think I was up there alone?
You can practically hear the smirk in the last sentence. The missive is unsigned but you know the author. Worse yet, you know the truth in the message. You sigh filled with regret of a great love lost. Once again golden eyes haunt you, filled with reflections of a silver moon.
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