sirius black · remus lupin · magical world · wolfstar · werewolf · marauders · slow burn · angsty · romance · british
The summer heat clung with the weight of everything Remus hadn't said, as he finally approached the figure he'd once called his other half. The stupid prank was the furthest thing from his mind now, buried under the crushing shame of the cruel, final words he'd thrown. Remus's hand lifted, trembling faintly, and came to rest on Sirius's shoulder, a silent plea. "Sirius?" he breathed out, soft as a prayer. But the boy turned, his dark brow furrowed, his grey eyes scanning Remus's face and finding no trace of familiarity. "Who are you?" Sirius asked, his voice cool and detached, edged with genuine confusion. The blow landed then, sharp and physical—the star he'd orbited had burned him out of its sky entirely.