Post by gear on Aug 21, 2011 10:58:30 GMT -8
Prompt Number : #1, Remus Lupin Character Study
Title: Betrayal
Ratings: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of cannon character deaths.
Summary: Remus had always considered himself a good judge of character. It came as a shock, therefore, to discover that one of his best friends was a murderer and a spy.
At first I refused to believe it. Sirius could not have done such a thing, Lily and James could not be dead. There must have been a mistake, McGonagall must have been misinformed, it must be a horrible, terrible practical joke. It simply could not be. Almost immediately after the transfiguration professor left, I apparated to the woods surrounding Godric’s Hollow. From there, it was a short walk to the Potter residence. When I arrived, I found the corpse of a house, the structure twisted with some parts still burning, others smoking feebly. I could not enter the house or even get within a few hundred meters - there were muggles swarming the place with huge red trucks - but even at that distance, I could not escape the truth. Lily and James were gone. Dead. And Sirius had betrayed them. He must have. He was the secret keeper – most of the order knew where the Potters resided, but they would have been unable to tell the secret to Voldemort even if they wished to. Only the secret keeper, Sirius, had that power.
I might have accepted that Lily and James were dead, but that Sirius must have betrayed them was a harder pill to swallow. Then I remembered what the Marauders had come to call (when we talked of it at all) The Incident. The Incident had proven Sirius to be untrustworthy when he told Snape to go down to the Womping Willow and touch the knot to make it freeze. He was already a would-be murderer, even at the tender age of fourteen.
Perhaps it was not such a stretch to think that he had sold Lily and James out to Voldemort. After all, he had simply grown into the job.
Perhaps I had been so desperate for friends that I had chosen one who turned out to be a killer and a spy.
No matter how deceived I was about Black, I thought, as I listened numbly to a fresh faced auror tell me that Sirius had struck again, killing the last of my friends, killing Peter, I have learned. I will not trust him.
Title: Betrayal
Ratings: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of cannon character deaths.
Summary: Remus had always considered himself a good judge of character. It came as a shock, therefore, to discover that one of his best friends was a murderer and a spy.
At first I refused to believe it. Sirius could not have done such a thing, Lily and James could not be dead. There must have been a mistake, McGonagall must have been misinformed, it must be a horrible, terrible practical joke. It simply could not be. Almost immediately after the transfiguration professor left, I apparated to the woods surrounding Godric’s Hollow. From there, it was a short walk to the Potter residence. When I arrived, I found the corpse of a house, the structure twisted with some parts still burning, others smoking feebly. I could not enter the house or even get within a few hundred meters - there were muggles swarming the place with huge red trucks - but even at that distance, I could not escape the truth. Lily and James were gone. Dead. And Sirius had betrayed them. He must have. He was the secret keeper – most of the order knew where the Potters resided, but they would have been unable to tell the secret to Voldemort even if they wished to. Only the secret keeper, Sirius, had that power.
I might have accepted that Lily and James were dead, but that Sirius must have betrayed them was a harder pill to swallow. Then I remembered what the Marauders had come to call (when we talked of it at all) The Incident. The Incident had proven Sirius to be untrustworthy when he told Snape to go down to the Womping Willow and touch the knot to make it freeze. He was already a would-be murderer, even at the tender age of fourteen.
Perhaps it was not such a stretch to think that he had sold Lily and James out to Voldemort. After all, he had simply grown into the job.
Perhaps I had been so desperate for friends that I had chosen one who turned out to be a killer and a spy.
No matter how deceived I was about Black, I thought, as I listened numbly to a fresh faced auror tell me that Sirius had struck again, killing the last of my friends, killing Peter, I have learned. I will not trust him.