A/N: Hello and welcome to the next installment of my Remus Smutshots! :D If you're new to the collection, or you missed the last one, my most recent Smutshot was Remus/Katie Bell, which is rather long for these and has a happy ending. :D I think it's fabulous! This is Remus/Leanne, Katie's friend, of course, so we'll see what I can cook up this time! :D Enjoy, and check out the entire line of Remus Smutshots!

-C

He wanted to say it hadn't been his fault, but it absolutely had. After all, he was away from Tonks because, as Harry had said, he was being selfish and craving adventure and not considering the love of his wife, the needs of his unborn child.

Of course, he had meant well when he'd left Tonks. There had never been a question of that. But he certainly hadn't been thinking straight when he left Grimmauld Place, and he was thinking even less straight when he was getting drunk at the Leaky Cauldron, his former student at the bar with him, giving him a look he could recognize from a mile off as bedroom eyes.

He was, after all, male, no matter how drunk.

Leanne had been his student, he recalled, although he didn't recall her well enough to recall her last name. It was something... something very common he had decided as they'd flirted. Thomson? Murray? Paterson?

Remus thought it might be Murray, but he didn't think it very long. Her lips were saying something that caused them to move enticingly, and he simply followed her upstairs to the bedroom she'd apparently booked. Had she booked it before or after she decided to sleep with him? He didn't know. He didn't much care. He was so, so drunk.

He remembered some things later, though, like the way her kisses tasted, how much he'd enjoyed the feel of her body against his, how tight she had been around him as he'd thrust into her eagerly. Things like that were just very, very hard to forget.

Remus also remembered looking down at her naked body in the bed beside him when he woke up the following morning with a massive hangover and realizing what he'd done.

That was the final straw, he decided. Harry was right. He was acting like Sirius. He was trying to be Sirius. But Sirius was dead, Sirius had spent half his life in prison. Remus didn't really want to be Sirius. Remus wanted to go home to his wife, because Harry was right.

Harry - like his parents, it seemed - was usually right.

And that would have been that, but as Remus helped the Weasley twins with their radio show (Potterwatch, which was such a good idea, everyone had agreed, giving loyal witches and wizards news on the rumors, at the very least, which were so regular - even giving advice on how to survive, how not to get caught). Remus heard the names of the missing. And Leanne (Murray had been right, he found), was among the missing, and had been since just the day after he'd left her lying along in that bed in the pub.

She had been taken captive. Probably they were trying to find him. He knew he was being followed. Of course they knew what he had done with her.

What they hadn't know was that he and his wife had been effectively in hiding from that day on, and that Leanne would have no way of knowing where he was. She might have been too drunk to recall who he was, although he doubted that very much, recalling the way she'd flirted with him when she was just a schoolgirl.

Remus knew, as he looked down at the missing persons list that she was on, the third week in a row, that she was dead. After three weeks, they never found anything but dead bodies, if they found them at all.

What was more, he knew that he'd killed her, killed her with his moment of weakness, with his selfishness, with his inability to do what he needed to do where his wife was concerned.

Remus would carry the knowledge that he had killed that sweet, pretty young woman for the rest of his life.