NO! I don't own anything! Thanks for reminding me! I'm gonna go cry my eyes out in the coner now! sob
anyway this is a slash fic... kinda... ya... don't read if your a homophobe!
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The Last Marauder
Sunset, that's what hurt him the most. Not the sunset itself, but the memories that came with it. Memories of the one he loved; the one he would never see again.
The day Sirius fell through the veil is a day that was burned into his memory forever. The scene replayed over, and over again, whenever he was alone. He couldn't concentrate on his work anymore; nothing mattered now that Sirius was gone.
Every night he would walk out onto the porch, almost against his will, and watch another day slip past the horizon. He could still feel those strong arms wrapping around him from behind like they had done so many times before.
Sometimes he tricked himself into thinking that they were really there, and he would imagine them holding him tight against that firm chest, enveloping him in that intoxicating warmth that he could never find anywhere else.
He would dream of that warmth and the man who it belonged to. Every night he thought of him and what used to be. The dreams would stretch back to their school days, when they were just discovering their relationship, to the day before the veil swallowed the last good thing in his world. He would dream of what could have been; what might have been. He could see them in the future with a little cottage in the countryside. They were going to adopt Harry as soon as he graduated and another little boy. The visions of them all happily in that little cottage were so vivid that he would wake up some mornings and believe that he was actually there, but as soon as he realized that he was alone he knew that it was not true.
Worse than the dreams of the future, were the nightmares of THAT day. The veil, Bellatrix, Sirius gone forever. What was behind the veil? That was what frightened him the most. His imagination ran wild whenever he asked himself this question. What awful fate had befallen Sirius? Had he been ripped to shreds by an awful otherworldly creature? Was he doomed to be tortured by some crazy psycho-bitch for all of eternity? There was no end to the horrible images that ran through his head.
He however did allow himself some relief and hope. What if the veil merely led to another dimension or plane? Maybe Sirius was sill alive and well. Maybe Sirius was trying to find a way back and would return to him someday.
In those moments watching the sunset he saw, heard and felt so much that he would burst into tears. The pain he felt was almost too much. There were traces of Sirius everywhere. Even the simplest things would be enough to make him cry.
He couldn't even walk down the street without some reminder that his lover was gone.
Standing on the porch this night was the same as any other. The sun slowly turned the sky to every shade of red, purple pink and even gold. When they were younger he and Sirius would steal James' Invisibility Cloak and sneak out of the dorm and to the Quidditch pitch to watch the sunset. Sirius loved all of the different colors. He would name all of the colors and when they mixed into a color unknown to him Sirius would name them. Oh how he missed those days.
His transformations every month had gotten worse. His scars had almost tripled in the last year. There was no one to keep him company anymore. No James, No Peter-- not that he was wanted anymore-- and now not even Sirius was there. He was truly alone.
He was the last marauder.
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