Haha, yay! The best part about remix is getting to see which story of yours gets picked by your remixer, and while I never thought that this one would be chosen, I'm so glad it was. You've done a great job with it! Thanks so much. Moody and Tonks were great, as was Dumbledore, but the glimpses of Kreacher were my favourite. And oh, Sirius. Lovely. Just lovely!
He took Sirius' hand, and ran his thumb against the whorls of his palm. The discussion was over. Sirius let his head fall back, eyes drinking in the first rays of sunset as they hit the clouds drifting through the sky. There was silence, broken only by birds and the wind moving through the grass.
"It's beautiful here."
"I know."
Oh, my heart. Those boys. And this, too:
"Anyone could see us here!" Remus yelled, and after a while Sirius relented, picking up speed and leaving London's urban sprawl far behind. He swept them up into loops so high they brushed against clouds, then plummeted back to ground again in ways that made his stomach attempt a break for freedom. Out here, Grimmauld Place could pass for distant memory, the looming war a far-off future. Things were simple, with nothing more required of Sirius than the shift of his hips and touches of his hands to keep them aloft. All the while Remus clung to him tightly, and didn't let go.
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Date: 2008-04-19 11:21 pm (UTC)He took Sirius' hand, and ran his thumb against the whorls of his palm. The discussion was over. Sirius let his head fall back, eyes drinking in the first rays of sunset as they hit the clouds drifting through the sky. There was silence, broken only by birds and the wind moving through the grass.
"It's beautiful here."
"I know."
Oh, my heart. Those boys. And this, too:
"Anyone could see us here!" Remus yelled, and after a while Sirius relented, picking up speed and leaving London's urban sprawl far behind. He swept them up into loops so high they brushed against clouds, then plummeted back to ground again in ways that made his stomach attempt a break for freedom. Out here, Grimmauld Place could pass for distant memory, the looming war a far-off future. Things were simple, with nothing more required of Sirius than the shift of his hips and touches of his hands to keep them aloft. All the while Remus clung to him tightly, and didn't let go.
What a great ending. Fantastic job!