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Cold

Sssalve!
Ok, then, well ... first of all this stuff here is written for the Climbing Wolfstar of wolfstar_ita first level of challenge, that heaven send me good. Step two no, they are no longer used to handle 'people and the result is what it is.
Step three, this one is a pre-slash fanfic. I do not know if you can imagine, for me that I am sick of them is very evident and obvious, but I'd understand any concerns.
Step four, I apologize to the purists but I image that Sirius eleven Trulli happy and really wants to be wanting to go to Gryffindor and hate so that all your loved ones I can not conceive. It is my limit, just be patient. In my mind his arrival in the House "wrong" must have been a traumatic experience and also pretty scary.
Step five, do not know if the scarf in question is enough in this fanfic, but, here, as its appearance is very short I consider the subject of this poignant story, certainly its right to exist.
Step Six ... is not there. Finite points.
I leave the word to the words ....

1. Scarf

COLD

Everything was still and so quiet that could almost feel the breath of dust. From the closed window glass
penetrated just a halo of light, glare of the setting sun, which was reflected on the surface of two old desks and walls brightened slightly old, apparently asleep under the weight of time. If it was not one of them, would never have guessed that a few floors down, down the stairs, a tumultuous crowd of students huddled in the corridors, towards the Great Hall or in the vicinity of the library. Up there in that old classroom into disuse, it was all so silent that it seemed to be millions of miles away from any human being.
But even the silence of lead served to calm him down. In fact, Remus was still wince at the slightest noise and every creak of that old castle, as sensed in the slightest creak of old cabinets a sign of some presence.
And were not worrying about ghosts, but humans.
Some of them could find it. Of course, the castle of Hogwarts was huge, and in that maze of twisted corridors and behind closed doors would be undertaking a long hunt that would not be discovered, but his anxiety was such that he expected to see them there for a break moment.
James, his forehead wrinkled and his eyes blazing with anger, the lips angrily and the expression lasts, something so little suited to him, so different from the usual boy cheerful and outgoing. James just stared at him narrowing his eyes on the eyes with a grimace on his face dotted vitriolic. Peter
not. Peter would not even come. Remus was sure I instantly lost all ties with him at the same time that James had said the word werewolf, he understood the horror on his face.
And Sirius. Gray eyes wide open, exaggerated disbelief. A lip trembling, his face still paler, the leg that instinctively snapped back with a spontaneous motion of denial.
had been seeing that foot back splash, followed by the chest and the entire body of his friend with an urgency imploding, that Remus had heard that you broke something in the stomach. If he had thrown a punch or even a bill, if she screamed, he had pushed, perhaps insulted, would have been better. Instead Sirius had not said or done anything, it was limited only to retract.
Remus had not been able to bear to see or hear anything else. He tried not to look at anything, even the walls of that dorm, that for over a year now felt like home, had focused his eyes on his feet and walked out the door, not too slowly as not to seem hesitant, not fast enough to understand that he was fleeing.
No one had held, but as she walked away, trying desperately to prevent the darkening of his eyes even more, he thought he heard the voice of James rise in volume, on, and perhaps - perhaps - to Sirius that overlap with its feverish.
But they were muffled sounds that reached him from a distance incalculable as he tried to walk normally, to maintain a natural expression in front of other students in the common room when he felt crumble in hand. Only after exceeded the Fat Lady had increased the pace more and more, without even looking after where he went, still only walk fast and faster still, almost running up the stairs and along corridors with the bouncing against heart his chest and hands, legs, even back trembling.
He had stopped when the silence had become so absolute that his galloping footsteps echoing like an explosion. He was leaning against a door with broken breath after such a long race, opened it and passed chiudendosela the shoulders and had slid to the ground, rocked by a series of silent sobbing without tears, dry sobs that were sore throat and lungs.
was all over.
Right now that is believed to have found true friends, now that he had just begun to enter the order of ideas, after all, though there is a monster was no longer alone, now that he allowed himself the luxury and the weakness of affection for someone despite what was his secret was revealed and it was all over. A barely started, already destroyed.
James's anger, the chill of Sirius, the look of frightened Peter. He did not know precisely what such
done without them. Worse, he did not know how he could endure their hatred.
was there for hours now. He could not even to conceive the idea of going back, to face their contempt and ill will that cash certainly expected soon set foot in the dorm. Perhaps they had even said to Frank. Maybe he had spoken to the whole house and as soon as he had returned to Gryffindor Tower would find them all there, to scrutinize it with hate. The image as a human wall of hostility, a wall of the arms and chest and pushed him away in the midst of which stood the lips drawn by James and Sirius eyed.
And the eyes of Sirius.
His whole person is pulled back, as if the mere idea of it around, to breathe his own air, was unacceptable.
might have been expelled; Dumbledore had been so recommended to keep the secret, to welcome him to Hogwarts. And now that the truth had come into the open, even if he had not wanted, maybe it would have been forced to leave.
Just as well, in a sense: he could never stay there and be hated by everyone. But he had long wanted to become a magician, he had desired so immensely ...
felt the pinch last corner of the eyes: tears. At the end had come too, and he suspected that for quite a while were the only ones who wanted his company. Still crouched in the same position when he arrived there, from what seemed centuries, he buried his face in his arms and wept in silence, with an anguish that twisted his stomach and it hurt, badly.
He let out for a few minutes, strong, to burst, and when the wind began to fail him gulped down the whole black bolo still gnawing on his chest and, violent as it had been until then the need for do not go out of that room, felt the sudden urge to get out, to breathe fresh air, feel the cold on my face and hope that they lighten anything. For
guess lacked at least one hour before the doors Castle closed for the evening, an hour when you could still remain along the lake, but doubted that there were many students out there: the winter was not yet finished and it was cold soon.
But it would come out the same. The coat did not, and did not even have the slightest intention of going to take it in dorms, knowing full well what awaited him there. But it would come out the same, and patience for the cold was much worse feelings with which to compare, at the time.


There were all the things in his head. The hybrid
. When she was little her father had they explained. In truth, had they explained all the family a lot of times.
Monsters. Scum. Lower. Beasts. Infected. Rot. Shame of the company. Outcasts. Assassins. Inhuman beings.
Werewolves have no soul. Their greatest joy is seeing the blood flow . The voice of his mother.
taste test to infect and corrupt the people as well . Bellatrix, her evil smile.
hurt the air in the throat. It was perfectly horrible.
"... Have not been able to tell us! Just us! "James roared out of every grace. "... Are you okay?"
seems to forget for a few seconds, the focal point of the conversation and extended a hand towards him, as if to support him, but instead stayed in the air looking question.
Sirius nodded frantically. He was afraid of being about to cry. They talked for too long and it tarnishes the view.
"Do you think we have to say to McGonagall?" Peter squeaked anxiously, then twisting his lips between his teeth.
"Do not be stupid!" The shooting James eyes wide. "I do not do it, the light! We need to talk directly with Remus! "And now, with that statement fair, seemed to regain control of himself. Sirius nodded
again. course, as the idea of talking with Remus, or just view it from afar, at that time by tapping a few other things as being scary, it was undisputed that they were going to blurt out something like that to someone else.
"But then ..." Peter continued wailing, seeming more and more agitated.
"I'll tell you what we do now will go out and look for him and say four. I want to see what explanation for letting us bring out hidden, "interrupted James bold, squaring his shoulders with instinctive boldness.
not seem to be lycanthropy to bother him much. It was the other thing, the deceit, the truth of which they were kept in the dark for so long and that instead they had merit, because they, in Remus, had not hidden secrets ever. Sirius was able to swallow and then, for a change, nodded again, glad that someone had taken the reins of the situation. He tended to like, to the head, but at that moment was not even able to find the way to the bathroom.
"Right," he murmured feebly, before turning to the threshold. She took two steps, then his stomach pressed relentlessly. It was almost certain to throw up on your feet and covered his mouth with his hand to hold the effort.
"You're sure you're okay?" James insisted, was skeptical.
Sirius swallowed something sour.
"Yes," he murmured, trying to feel strong and in control of himself. He was thirteen years and a fucking afraid of what he did not know well. "I'm going ... I have to walk. "
James frowned.
"Walking," he repeated slowly, puzzled. "But Remus ..."
"Then," murmured Sirius, and had to look so worn out that his best friend did not dare argue. He does not even offered to accompany him, in fact, quite strange, having perhaps sensed his mood.
He needed a break because he had so many different voices in the head and had to come to an agreement or shut him up, before his poor skull exploded.


She recognized him from a distance, nestled on the banks of the lake, even though it was turned back, even if wearing a coat identical to that of all other students of the school and her hair was raven like dozens of others. She recognized him by the shoulders, and the position Sirius had, the one that always took when it closes on itself and he was nestled on his chest, almost twisting around that uneasiness of degenerate son who was not able to throw out bluntly but, at other times, doing bully.
She thought to run away, run away before the other to notice him. Absolutely had to leave as quickly as possible instead of his legs and flung him forward, and forward again, because you see, I know, I've realized that you're not so different from me, you're too out of place, and then I want to say one thing and that maybe there is nothing wrong, is not your fault and not my fault, it's just that we are wrong for something that does not depend on us, you respect your world and I respect all that, and it was also difficult to become friends because we are so different that If it were not for James we would have never spoken to, and even now sometimes I'll break your head against the wall or you would anathema to the way you are a troublemaker and you to me as I am right, and probably will , always, but look, come on, sometimes we get along and it's just beautiful, it's like being in the right place and close everything out the door. I'm not bad.
He stopped a few meters and did not open his mouth. Of those words that slammed into his head that would not have any, because he was wrong, he was the monster, and even if it could not talk because of a sudden he felt empty, drained by uncertainty and fear the reaction of Sirius, emptied while Sirius, noticing a presence, he turned back and recognized him, emptied his start, drained from his eyes a bit 'uneasy, a little' hurt and a little 'aggressive, emptied of everything. He remained there only to be stopped and was watching one of the toughest and most courageous things he had done until then, still standing there in front of Sirius that maybe now she hated him.
silent still.
Sirius returned to turn his head, bringing the look on the surface just rippled the lake. Remus felt petrified by that reaction that, among all, he had calculated and had no idea how to interpret. It was not very easy, with Sirius, under any circumstances. A little 'because it was done all in its own way and displace all knew at any moment, a little' because there were sharp, between them, which sometimes seemed sharp. Every now and then to Remus was still doubt whether the Pureblood tolerate it only to please James, because were very much different from each other, apparently. But then he shook his head and s'intimava planting, because Sirius in his own way was a friend and showed in a thousand small, queer ways.
But this time was different. He did not know what to do and still remained immobile, planted on that field with the setting sun and Sirius stared at the water.
For a time almost infinite.
Sirius breathed more deeply for a couple of times, with eyes half shut. There was silence, and did it well.
Sometimes, when the anxiety went up in the throat when he thought of his mother, when the confusion seemed to be eating and anxiety attacking the head no particular reason except the uncertainty about what his place was at Sirius liked being with Remus. Not even James. He would lie down in a corner with all that his thoughts and his friend who was studying nearby and did not open his mouth, in a perfect silence, without saying anything, without having to prove anything to anyone, but without ever being alone. He would have been enough to reach out and Remus was there.
And there was also at that time. He had stopped to watch and stared at his feet, finding it increasingly difficult not to leave.
"Like this .." And Remus was startled, taken aback by the voice uncertain, but not aggressive, Sirius. "You're a ..."
"Werewolf. Yes, "Remus confirmed with a significant effort to speak, ending the sentence that the other had left in half.
Sirius nodded to himself, without moving his eyes.
"And you turn into a ..." Another question, or statement, half-dead.
"Wolf. Absolutely.
Sirius nodded his head again, lost in thought. His forehead wrinkled and seemed to be immersed in some reflection of his own.
"And you ..?"
Remus leaned his head slightly forward, this time without being able to understand what he meant.
"... Dangerous?" Sirius decided to conclude, finally turning to face him.
as Remus stood transfixed. They were not hostile eyes, and even scared, but not friendly. Eyes were serious, demanding transparency.
He shrugged.
"I can be, when I become a wolf. This is why Dumbledore ... "
'Most ... big?" Sirius interrupted him without
badargli, leaving him once again displaced.
"How?"
"Your wolf. You bigger than you, right? "
The question sounds rhetorical, and Remus could only confirm it as such.
"Obviously." He spread his arms slightly, as a mo 'test, and exhibited his slender little figure, drowned in the school uniform. "I mean, you think I'm dangerous, so?" He added, was skeptical.
Sirius bowed his head slightly, while his lips were badly stuck up first and then relax into something like that, vaguely, like a smile.
"No," he muttered to low voice. "You're not." Remus moved
shooting his eyes from his chest to his face. He did not answer anything.
Sirius exhaled noisily, puckering her forehead, and looked in the distance to the other side of the lake.
"We had to say it."
"I know," said Remus automatically. "I had ..."
was he not finish the sentence, then, but not Sirius came to his aid. He stood frowning to look away, twisting her lip between her teeth, and Remus took a breath.
"I thought I would have hated."
"I thought we were friends."
There was nothing technically wrong with either of the two statements, but also a gulf separated them. Remus shook a little 'arms around. Starting to get cold, he had no coat.
"And we are," he whispered, perhaps a bit 'too hopeful.
"James if the outlet is dead. And if you ask me, too. "
" Of course I want to know. "
was not as hard as he thought as he closed in that room. It was terrible, somehow, but not difficult in the narrow sense, now that it had begun.
Sirius shook his head so emphatically that he wanted to look like cast away anything.
He must not stop talking.
"I know now it seems that I do not trust you. But is not that simple. No one wants to deal with a werewolf, the ... you know it. "
" But we are your friends. "
flawless, faultless, a response that left no room for too many excuses.
"I'm not able to ever have. When I found, I do so ... "He left
again drop the words in the air, because at that point Sirius stood up and moved toward him, and Remus could do nothing but keep quiet without moving a muscle. She looked at him with some concern - kicks, punches and a few nice little spells were already in the repertoire of Sirius from the previous year, after all - and then looked at him without understanding even while the Pureblood, slowly, she began to unroll neck scarf rossodorata the house of Gryffindor, with one hand, gracefully, so he found himself in following the action with hardly breathe. And his breath choked in my throat when Sirius finally, without a breath, leaned that same scarf on his shoulder and gave her a quick tour around his neck.
"It's cold," then muttered, embarrassed.
Remus threw down his breath as he could. His hand went up almost by itself to make a piece of the cloth, as if to verify that it was true. The hatched between the fingers, it seemed softer than any other scarf.
"Thanks," he breathed.
The other nodded, shrugging his shoulders.
"I thought I too, at first," he admitted softly, twisting his nose.
"Eh?"
But Sirius did not answer most, drowning his hands deep in the mantle. Remus continued to tighten the scarf and looking at him speechless, and even if he did not know it was extraordinary that a simple action so minimal and trivial as what the other had just done, give it a scarf, was able to give him a light so ; incredible, to change all the colors of the world. Only Sirius could do it.
He wanted to hug him or say something, but wisely confined himself to continue to tighten the scarf.
Sirius shifted his gaze to the Castle.
"You better fall, James, then you should still shit. "
There was another music in her voice now, that Remus was a more familiar: a slight sparkle, impertinent.
including nodded, seeming to take this matter very seriously.
"There will be terrible if I do not get in a hurry, then."
Sirius bent his head slightly down, with a slight hint of laughter. Then he shook his head and rested her hand on his shoulder to push it forward, towards the entrance of the school. He held it there just a second longer than necessary, then plunged back into the mantle. Remus Caracalla forward, burying his nose in a scarf.
went back to Hogwarts side by side without speaking.