Sirius SunAll children, except one, grow up.Sirius Sun10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It had been Remus's favourite childhood story. Peter Pan, the boy who never grew up.
Like most boys, Remus had envied Pan's adventurous existence, had longed to be like that dashing, mischievous daredevil, that carefree, crowing boy. Not a boy forced to howl at the full moon, too many cares perched and pecking on his undernourished shoulders.
But unlike most boys, Remus had also envied Wendy Darling. Because Peter liked Wendy. And Remus liked Peter.
It worried him sometimes.
Peter was, after all, nothing but a storybook character.
But Remus was but a child and such worries can never quench the thirst of all children for a rich, fulfilling, challenging childhood; the drive to let imagination, play and pretend compensate an incomplete world.
In the absence of real friends, Remus befriended the unreal. Locked in a grimy, grim cellar, he soared past a coming full moon, floating and flying with the aid of a literary fairy