SIRIUS P.O.V.
I am falsely branded an insane mass-murderer. You are equally hated and feared because of your disease. We outcasts are connected like none else. After the world fell fast and fiery around us, we were the only ones left standing. And although demons of doubt and suspicion threatened to keep us apart, we found each other just in time. You were slowly going mad with lonely self-loathing. At the same time my mindless rage was consuming me completely. Your haunted eyes see through to my weary soul. My calloused hands trace the countless scars on your skeletal frame.
REMUS P.O.V.
I lost a battle against myself and now I'm left shattered like glass stained red, black, flesh, and bone. Your burning tears baptize me in the name of our forsaken lord. My dark, free-flowing blood heals your heart once beating so grudgingly. My own pulse grows weaker with each moment that slips by. I see your face so full of fright...and your eyes are screaming love. I smile through the pain, content in the knowledge that I've helped you. I've taught you how to feel again. And in return you showed me that I actually deserve to be happy, I deserve to be loved. (Ironic I should die after such a life-affirming realization.)
My ruminations are cut short as a sharp wave of pain crashes over me – causing me to curl into myself. Your tears come faster as you sense the last of my strength waning. I feel your lips press tenderly against my forehead. I feel your hand clear the hair from my eyes...
And I say to you: "I have no regrets. I see now that the real Sirius is back to stay. Now you can look after Harry and all the others that need you. I know you'll be all right. You've always been so strong...and fearless. You'll be fine." An appreciative smile graces your perfect face and for a moment I am struck speechless by the sight.
When next I speak, my voice is lower, and softer. "When at night you're alone in the moon's light, I'll be there with you. The wind will be my voice and the swaying trees, my touch. For you, my love, I am the night."
Soon after these words leave my lips, the last of my strength fades. I slump softly against your shoulder. Your arms are wrapped tightly around me. Your hair is an ebony curtain encircling my head. And I leave this world without a sound. And the last thing I remember is feeling completely, perfectly, safe.
SIRIUS P.O.V.
So I'm left alone in the strangely serene air or a room tinged with death. I squeeze your limp but still warm hand in silent thanks. I feel no guilt because I know you died happily in saving me from the torture chamber - the Azkaban cell - that was my mind. I smile as I realize I saved you too. Not your body, but your soul. We saved each other. And now, at last, I'm ready to start living again.