Title: Broken Valentine
Author: Gremlin15
Disclaimer: I do not own Sirius, Remus, Tonks, or any other thing that seems familiar in the HP universe. I do, however, own the plot.
Warnings: Slash-ish Remus/Sirius.
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He never liked Valentines Day. Never believed in it really. He always thought it was a holiday thought up by the card companies and chocolate factories so they can make a few extra bucks. He thought the whole goo-goo eyes and spending money on girls just so he could get into their pants was a complete and utter waste of good time and money.
You never liked it either. Not at all. Hell, you hated it more than he did. But he did something about it. He teased the girls and ruined the boys and watched as dates ended bitterly because he made them. He wore pure black on that day and laughed hysterically at every singing Valentine and every phony cupid. And you thought it was hilarious.
But you made him love that holiday. You made him get up early in the morning to make you breakfast. Don't worry though; the house-elfs helped him. You were the reason he bought that red button down shirt. You were the reason he has two tattoos instead of one, of course, you had about twenty, so that was beside the point. He loved you, and he loved Valentines Day because of that.
And then you went away and he started to hate Valentines Day. That was the one day of the year he allowed himself to get high and drunk. Because you were worth it. You were worth dying for.
Then you returned and Valentines Day made sense again. He would wake up early every day now, just to watch you breathing. Every moment was cherished. Every moment was perfect.
But now you're dead. You are dead. He can't even think about it without shuddering. You're dead and he's broken and your cousin. You're little cousin wants to take away his pain. But nothing will cease this ache. Nothing.
He hates Valentine's Day now. And she feels cheated because of it. She saw how he pampered you and how he ignores her. But she loves him, so it doesn't matter to her. Not really.