New Beginnings, Old Memories

For years, Remus had imagined this scenario. He played it out in his mind thousands of times, each time thinking of what to say and how to act. It came to the point where he’d dream about this, this exact moment. Him, standing in front of his door, telling Remus it wasn’t true, it was all fake- a dream, a nightmare, a prank, even. Anything to make it undone. Then, when he couldn’t tell the difference between dreams - nightmares - and reality, Remus blocked it all out. He tried to forget, tried to convince himself nothing had ever happened. He’d heard once that you could convince your mind of anything, and he stuck to it. He convinced himself of nothingness. He erased it all, without ever having to use magic. Was it back? Had he fallen asleep on the couch like a pathetic drunk, half smoked cigarette still in his mouth and once again stumbled on this dream? Was his body so weak that he couldn’t fight it off anymore? Or was Sirius Black really standing in front of him, looking like death had come and sucked everything that made Sirius Sirius out of him. —In which, 12 years after one hell of a sad Halloween, Sirius escapes from Azkaban and goes to Remus to explain.

Hello loves, this - very much unfinished - story is something I had been thinking about for ages and wanted to get it out, I guess.I hope everything with the format is okay- I’ve only used ao3 once to publish before and I barely remember how to anymore.There should be 3 chapters out right now and I have no idea how many there will be in the end or when I will write them.I would say sorry but… well I want to be at least moderately happy with what I write so it usually takes a while.I do hope you enjoy and if anything is off - about formatting, characterization, grammar or spelling - please tell me Alright, I guess you can go on to read now ;)