I had a fandom dream last week, and it was horrible. Remus had AIDS, and he was dying. It was so desolate and sad, he'd lost everyone and had nothing left. There was some kind of weird setting, near a beach, and there was a very very large whale in the ocean, visible from the beach. When I say large, it's back was almost at surface level, and it was almost as long as the stretch of beach. And the Marauders (except Peter for some reason; I'm constantly annoyed at people who dismiss Peter or leave him out of Marauder-era fics, and apparently my subconscious is against me) were in their late teens, and Lily was a lot younger, like 14-15 ish. There were bombs hitting the building, or something attacking them from outside, and James and Lily and Sirius all died or disappeared, one by one. And there was no-one left but poor Remus, who got old, made some more friends who all died, and then died himself. It was all very nostalgic and wistful; the colours were all muted and soft. It was like a very fond memory of a familiar place, until people started dying left right and centre.
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There was some kind of weird setting, near a beach, and there was a very very large whale in the ocean, visible from the beach. When I say large, it's back was almost at surface level, and it was almost as long as the stretch of beach. And the Marauders (except Peter for some reason; I'm constantly annoyed at people who dismiss Peter or leave him out of Marauder-era fics, and apparently my subconscious is against me) were in their late teens, and Lily was a lot younger, like 14-15 ish. There were bombs hitting the building, or something attacking them from outside, and James and Lily and Sirius all died or disappeared, one by one. And there was no-one left but poor Remus, who got old, made some more friends who all died, and then died himself.
It was all very nostalgic and wistful; the colours were all muted and soft. It was like a very fond memory of a familiar place, until people started dying left right and centre.