Battle for Life
I do not own Harry Potter J.K. Rowling does. There will be a sequel to this one shot, maybe even a prequel, but what better way to start a story but at the middle so not to spoil the end but make someone wonder how the story escalated to that point.
As he lay their on the field of Hogwarts dying from the injuries racieved in battle, only one person roamed his mind. Sirius. Though he died only two years before, he remained the only person he ever truly loved. Yes he had married Nymphadora, but that was only to have a part of the man he had loved since his school years. Soon he thought. Soon he would join his love in the blissfull after life.
"Remus?" a voice called.
How familiar the werewolf thought. The voice had to belong to someone he knew, but who. Who was to witness his passing. No matter. He was dying on the side that had damned all his kind only to protect his cubs and to carry on what Sirius would have.
"Don't you dare die on me mate!"
Concern? Perhaps it was Harry, Tonks, or one of the Weasley men. Maybe even Kingsley. None other alive showed such compassion. Hmmmmm. Their touch is soft despite their calloused hands. Heat is radiating off them. HIs body craved the person touching him.
"YOU! HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?"
That voice was the one he's been waking up to for almost a whole year, my wife. Then who was the one tending to my wounds with such care? One ensurring my life? Why was Dora not joining this person with my recovery?
"You Order are blind. Now stay away you slutty cunt. You are not mine to kill."
Colors displayed over my closed eyelids before a faint thud was heard.
"Moony, just stay with me 'kay?"
Moony. Only two peaple call me that. Harry and... No it couldn't be. With the last of my strength I opened my eyes. I saw miracules blue orbs and ragged shoulder length hair.
"Padfoot." I murmered before the world went blank.
