MEME: AU Drabble Things

[aintnoconvict]

Speaking of AUs: I am blaming Dien and her tumblr for this.

1.) Tag in with your characters.
2.) Someone else tags you with with an alternate universe setting. Inclusion of their character(s) in the AU is totally cool.
3.) Write a three-sentence fic drabble-like thing in response.
4.) You tag others with AU prompts and get drabble-things in return.

GO GO GO!

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[apackofone]

And Remus.

[loveawkward]

Hehehe. Remus, and his little sister Azkadellia, at Hogwarts. :D

[apackofone]

“I don’t like them.”

Remus frowned slightly. “Who?”

“Them.” She pointed past him, to the other side of the Gryffindor table.

“They’re my friends, Azkee.” He caught her hand and curled his own around it to tug her hand down. “Just because they’re not Ravenclaws-”

“It’s not that.”

They were both sitting backwards from their tables to face another across the walkway between the Gryffindor and the Ravenclaw tables.

“Then what? You’ve met them all before.”

“They weren’t being horrible before. They’re nice to you, but they’re horrible to everyone else.” She huffed. “I didn’t know that before.”

“They’re not horrible,” Remus hissed, glancing behind him. “They’re just... wild spirited.”

“Bullies,” Azkadellia stated. “They’re bullies, Remus John Lupin and you should know better. I don’t care if they are your p-”

He smiled at her, tight and tense and didn’t apologise for the quick silencing hex. “What are you not meant to talk about?”

She huffed.

“Please. We can talk about this after dinner if we must, but not now. Not here.” He dropped the hex. “Okay?”

“I can’t after dinner. I’m being tutored for third year potions. Professor Slughorn is moving me ahead.” She looked almost as proud as Remus felt.

“That’s fantastic. Make sure to write and tell mum and dad, yeah? Who are you tutoring with?”

She turned around and pointed. “Him.”

Remus looked up and felt the blood drain from his face.

“Severus Snape. He’s in your year, isn’t he?”

Remus felt himself nodding.

Life just got a whole lot more complicated.

[loveawkward]

OMG so amazing. Love it.

[personaldemon]

you may hate me for this but

REMUS THE DEATH EATER

[apackofone]

Sirius came to shackled in a small cage, his wand arm outstretched as if to grasp for freedom. His face ached and his tongue was swollen and numb in his mouth.

“Good evening, Sirius.”

He snapped his head up, staring at the dark robed figure that sat opposite him, crouched and curled up on a low sitting stool. The mask was strangely unadorned, plain, white ivory with just a simple silver tear drop.

“You murdering dog! Where’s James?! What have you done with him?!”

“Nothing,” he soft voice said. “I wasn’t after James. I was after you, Sirius.” He reached up his scarred hands, slowly pulling his mask off and pushing his hood back. “It’s been a long time.”

And that time hadn’t been kind. The familiar face was scarred and drawn, thin and lean with a hungry glint in the bright, amber eyes.

“Remus.”

Remus gave a wan smile. “Yes. Remus.”

“You betrayed us! How could you, how could you join these filthy, murdering scumbags?!” He threw himself against the cage, trying to shoulder his way out.

“I betrayed you?” Remus stood, kicking the stool behind him. “You turned me from a school boy to a felon! Do you know what they do to werewolves who infect someone, Black? What they did to me? I was fifteen and they put me in Azkaban for two years. Two fucking years, Black! Because of what you did! And then none of your moral, upright wizards would go near me, not me, not the werewolf who bit another student, who endangered everyone! Where else did you think I’d end up, penniless, with no family, no friends, no allies, nothing!”

Sirius felt the familiar shame. “I wasn’t, I didn’t mean to hurt you, Remus.”

“Hurt me?! You killed me, Sirius Black.” Remus pulled his mask back down. “And now, we’re going to pay you back for that night.”

“We?”

“Of course,” a deep voice rolled from the darkness in the corner. “Remus wasn’t the only one who had his life destroyed by you, Black.”

Sirius felt his lip twist into a sneer. “Severus Snape.”

The man swept from the corner, draped in black, without mask or hood. “The very same. I had friends who would take in a powerful, werewolf mage. Take in a second when he was on the streets without a cent to his name or a friend in his corner.”

“You... and him? Really, Remus? Him?”

“He’s my pack,” Remus spat. “And we’re going to cure ourselves, Black. We’re nearly there, we’ve nearly done it. We’ll break the moon’s hold on us. And you’re going to help us do it.”

“I’m not a werewolf,” Sirius protested.

Remus smiled and slid his robes from his shoulders as Snape did the same, leaving both of them naked, pale and scarred and alien in the moonlight.

The moon had risen.

“Not yet,” Remus agreed with a smile. The grin distended as his face started to crack; next to him, Snape hit the ground on his knees, panting for breath as his claws and fur started to rip from his body.

“Not yet.”

[starknaked]

Dude, this is wicked. All of the details. Damn.

[aintnoconvict]

That time Remus played in a punk rock band.

[apackofone]

In a world of stereotypes, Sirius would be their lead singer, strutting up and down without his shirt on, screaming at the crowd like the new Jim Morrison. James would be lead guitar, or their drummer, and Remus and Peter would be forgettable.

But on stage, as Remy d’Lune, Remus was shameless. Remy was a creature of primal, raw energy and pent up frustrations, begging the crowd to love him and worship him as he sang to them. For them.

Back stage, as the hair gel was washed out and the make up came off, he didn’t really feel like a powerful, sexual predator. He felt like he could really do with a hot tea and an early night before they were on the road again the next morning.

“Remy! We’ve got some company, there’s more than enough to go around.” Sirius crashed into his dressing room, leering at him as he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. “Us four, the six girls, sounds like a fun night...”

“Make it three and you get two girls each.” Or, more likely, James and Sirius monopolised them and Peter ended up relegated to fetching drinks and condoms. “I’m beat, Siri, really.”

“You’re never any fun. Fine, be a loner.”

“Yep. I’m getting you up at six to get moving.”

“Still be up by then.” A girl’s hand wrapped around Sirius’ waist. “Night, Remy!”

He vanished off, slamming the door behind him. Remus sighed and locked the door, moving to his bed and sliding between the prewarmed sheets with a sigh.

A cup of tea on the bedside table, his ear plugs in and Remus settled in to finish his book, happily cut off from the orgy two rooms down.

[starknaked]

Awwww. Poor Remy. I like this one though. I can see this.

[threelivesdown]

Remus' shifting isn't a curse but is a mutant power.