GUYS IT'S FIC THIS IS ONE OF THE SIGNS OF THE APOCALYPSE. This fucking, fucking thing is like 120+ pages long with 54,000 words, I don't even know; this is what happens when you don't write for two years. Six-parter!
Title: To Sit a Dead Man Between Us
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imochan
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: NC17
Summary: In the beginning, the middle, and something of an end.
A Note, Before We Begin: As I’m sure many of you already know, the fandom lost someone very special a few months ago. I’m positive it’s not a stretch to say that if you’re reading this right now, you knew Anj, and probably loved her writing, or her sharp wit, or her warm and generous spirit, or her beautiful smile. Probably, in most cases, all of the above. In the first few hours and days following the news that Anj had been taken from us far too soon, many of us who had left HP fandom behind (some, like me, years ago), came together again to remember her. It was such a heartsick moment: we were all devastated that she was gone, but so grateful to know that the people we loved, that Anj loved, were still thinking of her, and of each other, even though we hadn’t spoken in such a long time. Even as it may have made us cry, so many shared their personal memories of this beautiful young woman, and it was a solidarity I think she would have been proud of (even though she would have been mortified to see the stupid fuss we were making over her).
I mention this now because the story below was something I began almost two years ago, just as I was starting to drift away from HP fandom. Over the past six months, I’ve come back to it, and just as I was very close to nearing the end of it, in the end of March, Anj passed away. More than ever, now, I’m fairly certain this will probably be my last real contribution to fandom in written form, but more than ever, now, this story was written from a place of gratitude: for the friends I’ve made here, the people who inspired and challenged and infuriated and supported me, everything they’d given me, so selflessly, with so much intelligence and generosity. I know now that no matter where I go from here, I will never again take for granted the people that I love. And so, a poor rejoinder here in this strange and rough last offering. Much of it was built out of previous writing (you'll see a few familiar drabbles worked in, maybe, and much of the character for Sirius, Remus and Regulus, especially, is something developed over years of writing them. Also most of it is really fucking depressing and probably sort of confusing! \o/ But yo, what else have you ever known me to do?
Thanks go to Lah, who was my beta and is my constant happy place (:z), and to the now-disbanded GirlsClub: this is for you, ladies. <3
All good things, I suppose. Thanks guys - it’s been a hell of a ride.
( Part I: This Book Is Not About Heroes )![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif?v=92.2){kind=small}
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hullo!