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Remus Lupin
Story Name: One Year
Remus stood, a bunch of flowers in his arms, not a word escaping his lips. He had no words left, everything had been said, and he was empty of words, of questions. The same question had been asked too many times, but no-one was with him to provide him an answer.
Had it really been a year to the moment that it happened?
A year. That was fifty-two weeks, or three Hundred and Sixty-five days.
The flowers left his arms, they somehow found themselves arranged carefully around the two headstones. White roses, like Lily had at her wedding. His eyes scanning the tombstones that were years too early to be there. This shouldn't have happened. They should have had many more years ahead of them.
They shouldn't be dead.
Peter shouldn't be dead.
Sirius shouldn't be in Azkaban.
They were all gone.
He couldn't believe it, he still expected to wake up in the mornings with Sirius' body around his, mumbled good mornings, and wandering hands. He still expected at the last moments as he lay curled up, in agony on the ground, to see a stag, a black dog and a rat, preparing to run with him.
He still hoped, after waking up the next morning, in more agony then he had felt in years, to find silver eyes, and hazel and blue, to find Sirius' arms around him, to see the green of Lily's, as she healed him.
Again he asked himself the same question. Why? What did Sirius betray them? Still, deep in his heart he knew that Sirius would never have done that. Never have betrayed them all.
But what else could have happened. There was nothing else, there was no other explanation.
He had asked himself the same question five hundred and twenty-give thousand, and six hundred times.
If not more.
But there was never any other answer. Until the day where he finally saw Sirius again.
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