Hallelujah;; Lee DeWyze
Remus stared out the window, his finger drumming a rhythym on the windowsill. It was surreal, in a way- Remus couldn't believe he wasn't dreaming. Perhaps that was it; he'd wake up curled in bed, surrounded by the scent of Sirius and James and Lily would be fine, and so would Dorcas, and everyone else he cared about. The Potters wouldn't be dead, and Sirius wouldn't be in Azkaban, and Peter would still write Remus letters near-daily, and Dorcas would still come over after work, and Marlene would be there teasing him, and... but that wasn't the case. Remus wasn't dreaming, he knew. It was all gone.