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do you write the “Sirius runs away from home” trope to get over writers block or are you normal?

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The summer sun bore down on the earth, warming everything in sight with its rays, including the small house sitting on a patch of spacious land. The birds were chirping as they fluttered in the air and the creek nearby babbled pleasantly in the distance. A young man with several scars across his face was laying in the tall grass in the front of the house, listening to the sounds that surrounded him, allowing the peaceful atmosphere to envelope him. He felt as if he was one with nature in moments like these, which was disgustingly ironic considering he turned into a wild animal once a month that was more familiar and adept with the forest than he was. Still, the birds did not fear him as he was now and the rippling water was more calming than irritating to his senses. He could enjoy these pleasantries as a human rather than startle them as the wolf.

“Remus!” His mother’s voice hollered from the house. The boy listened as the door creaked slightly when opened, followed by light footsteps treading across the old, wooden porch. He smiled to himself, peeking one eye open to watch his mother as she scanned the yard.

“Hmmm...” She tapped her fingers against her chin for a moment. “I wonder where my little boy has run off to.”

“I’m not little anymore, mum.” Remus popped his head up, his curly hair looking quite messy. Hope just smiled and motioned for him to come inside. Once he reached her, he pulled her into a tight hug, resting his head atop her own and laughing.

“See? I’m not little anymore.”

Hope just tutted at him fondly and followed him through the door back into the house. At the small kitchen table sat a light brown farm owl with wide eyes, instantly recognized as James Potter’s pet, with a letter attached to its foot. It hooted happily at Remus and he allowed the bird to peck lovingly at his fingers as he untied the note.

“‘Lo, Kip.” He muttered before moving aside to read the letter so Hope could feed the owl bits of bread. Remus’ eyes scanned over the parchment, his body tensing with each word and the good feeling he had sustained all day was now slipping away, replaced with a sense of foreboding.

Dear Moony,

How have you been, mate? Good, I hope. Pretty sure I have been driving mum and da up the wall with my constant complaints of boredom. Not even Quidditch has been able to occupy my mind.

I know that the moon was last week, but I still wanted to check in and see how you’re holding up. Do you need me to send anything? Mum has some excellent soothing salves if you want some and I can always send more Honeydukes! Call me a mother hen all you want, I don’t care. I want to make sure you’re alright.

Speaking of maternal instincts, have you happened to hear from Sirius? I haven’t gotten one letter from him this summer which wouldn’t be so worrying since we have the mirrors except he won’t answer my calls on those either. Please let me know as soon as possible if you’ve heard from him. I’m writing to Pete about it as well. And send letters to Sirius if you could. Hopefully he’ll answer at least one of us.

Tell your folks I said hi,

Prongs

The feeling of guilt was suddenly welling up inside Remus’ gut. He had not been in correspondence with Sirius ever since school ended either, but Remus had assumed that was due to the event that had taken place just before the year ended. The event being Gryffindor winning the house cup, prompting a celebratory uproar at the Gryffindor table where Sirius, seemingly on a high of adrenaline, promptly placed his lips firmly against Remus’ own.

He felt lightheaded just thinking about it. The tingling sensation he felt when the dark haired boy gently cupped his cheek and the fireworks that had exploded in his mind at the initial touch of lips against lips had left him reeling for the last few days of school and well into the summer. But Sirius hadn’t said a word about what happened. Hadn’t expressed any thoughts about it, not even through a letter. Remus had thought that maybe he was embarrassed, that he regretted it the same time Remus relished in it.

Now, he wasn’t so sure.

Sirius ignoring Remus because of humiliation was one thing, but ignoring the marauders as a whole? It didn’t sit right. A sudden sensation of dread was filling Remus’ insides at the possibilities of what truly was keeping Sirius from contacting his friends.

The Noble House of Black that Sirius was raised in was not the most loving household there was, putting their outdated views and beliefs above their children’s happiness, meticulously maintaining their pureblooded-ness with arranged marriages to distant cousins and disowning any family members who step out of line. It was horrible really, and Remus wasn’t even aware of all that happened behind closed doors. James had an idea, but James had grown up pureblood as well and though Fleamont and Euphemia were vastly different than Orion and Walburga in every way, the young Potter boy was able to be more privy to conversations surrounding the Blacks affairs through the grapevine that was pureblood society. The quiet conversations James had with Sirius at the beginning and end of each school year let Remus know that things were definitely more complicated with Sirius’ parents than he understood.

But they all knew about the nightmares.

The first time Sirius woke up screaming in the marauders shared dorm room was in their third year just after the summer holiday. Peter was the only one who really knew what to do, having grown up with a younger sister who was apparently susceptible to night terrors, and had wrapped his arms tightly around Sirius’ thrashing body in an effort to restrain him while instructing James to get a cool cloth. None of them ever really spoke about it, but James and Remus quickly learned how to soothe their friend as well.

“Something the matter, dear?”

His mother’s voice pulled Remus’ eyes and thoughts away from the letter in his hand, which was now crumpled at the edges from his tight grip. He looked at her and shook his head. Hope rushed forward in a second, pulling her son into her arms and making him feel like a small boy again, despite the fact that they were joking just moments ago about how much he had grown. Tears had sprung in his eyes unprompted as Hope cooed soothingly in his ear and he thought of how Sirius had probably never received this kind of affection in his life.

“I don’t think Sirius is okay, mum.” Remus mumbled in her neck. She gripped him more tightly, at a loss for what to do. She knew, of course, the way her son felt about the young heir of Black, how scared he was to admit such feelings to her and even more so to himself. Hope had taken it all in stride, taking Remus in her arms the same way she was now, and telling him how proud she was of him and how much she loved him. She couldn’t imagine feelings anything else.

“What do you need from me?” She asked.

“I need to get to James’.”

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this turned out to be super long and so i am splitting into five separate parts, this being the first! i am also working hard on all your requests but i just had to get this out to get my juices flowing. thank you for your patience 💗 read it on ao3 as well!

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