Disclaimer: These people don't belong to me...wish they did, but I can't write as well with them as Joanne K. Rowling does. Anyway, some of the ideas in here also belong to someone else.
A Sirius Thought
He'd lost another one. All he had left of his four friends was Harry, James's son. That is, unless you counted Lily's relatives. But that was a fruitless cause, as the Dursleys would throw anything at arms legnth at the sound of the word, "wizard".
Harry must be miserable, Lupin thought, loosing someone again, so soon.
Harry. He had only just learned of Sirius being the innocent man he was.
Well, thought Lupin, as innocent as Sirius got, at least.
But his grief wasn't just for Harry, but also himself. He had lost Peter to Voldemort. He knew that even though Pettigrew still lived, he would never be the friend Remus had had back in his school days.
He had lost James and Lily. The same night. It all happened so fast. And really, that's the night that Remus lost Pettigrew as well. And Sirius was sent to Azkaban.
Given to dementors for something one of my other best friends did, Lupin thought miserably.
And Harry. Harry had never known parents. The closest person in the world to him, just like Remus, had been taken away by Bellatrix Lestrange.
Sirius's own cousin.
He was an outcast. Sirius never had much of a family. The closest thing was probably James's parents. Tonks and her mother were friends of Sirius, but he never could see them while within Azkaban.
And then the Potters had been taken away. Sirius had knew he had made a mistake with changing the secret keeper. It was over his head when he saw what had happened. Lupin had seen it too, briefly. He had gone to the Potter's house to see the ruins.
Good thing Harry hasn't seen his house, Remus thought grimly.
Sirius had probably saved Harry's life the day that the Potters died. He had given Hagrid his motorcycle and reluctantly surrendered Harry.
And now Remus had lost Sirius as well. All over again, like when he was sent to Azkaban.
And then there was last year. Sirius had come to the tournament to watch over Harry. Like a father. And Harry had found comfort in Sirius when he had appeared on the grass with a gleaming trophy and Cedric's body.
And then there was this. Sirius dying like a hero. Sirius falling through the veil.
Lupin put his face in his hands, trying to block out the image of Sirius dying.
If Harry had nightmares, Remus thought, than he's going to be thinking of this for a long time...
Lupin got up, went into Kreacher's den, and grabbed the picture of Bellatrix Lestrange. It wouldn't budge, so he muttered a quick charm and lifted it.
Lupin threw the picture across the kitchen angerly.
I suppose I'm all that's left, he thought, miserably. Maybe I'll die soon too.
Remus took out parchment and quill and began to write a letter to Harry.
A Sirius Thought
He'd lost another one. All he had left of his four friends was Harry, James's son. That is, unless you counted Lily's relatives. But that was a fruitless cause, as the Dursleys would throw anything at arms legnth at the sound of the word, "wizard".
Harry must be miserable, Lupin thought, loosing someone again, so soon.
Harry. He had only just learned of Sirius being the innocent man he was.
Well, thought Lupin, as innocent as Sirius got, at least.
But his grief wasn't just for Harry, but also himself. He had lost Peter to Voldemort. He knew that even though Pettigrew still lived, he would never be the friend Remus had had back in his school days.
He had lost James and Lily. The same night. It all happened so fast. And really, that's the night that Remus lost Pettigrew as well. And Sirius was sent to Azkaban.
Given to dementors for something one of my other best friends did, Lupin thought miserably.
And Harry. Harry had never known parents. The closest person in the world to him, just like Remus, had been taken away by Bellatrix Lestrange.
Sirius's own cousin.
He was an outcast. Sirius never had much of a family. The closest thing was probably James's parents. Tonks and her mother were friends of Sirius, but he never could see them while within Azkaban.
And then the Potters had been taken away. Sirius had knew he had made a mistake with changing the secret keeper. It was over his head when he saw what had happened. Lupin had seen it too, briefly. He had gone to the Potter's house to see the ruins.
Good thing Harry hasn't seen his house, Remus thought grimly.
Sirius had probably saved Harry's life the day that the Potters died. He had given Hagrid his motorcycle and reluctantly surrendered Harry.
And now Remus had lost Sirius as well. All over again, like when he was sent to Azkaban.
And then there was last year. Sirius had come to the tournament to watch over Harry. Like a father. And Harry had found comfort in Sirius when he had appeared on the grass with a gleaming trophy and Cedric's body.
And then there was this. Sirius dying like a hero. Sirius falling through the veil.
Lupin put his face in his hands, trying to block out the image of Sirius dying.
If Harry had nightmares, Remus thought, than he's going to be thinking of this for a long time...
Lupin got up, went into Kreacher's den, and grabbed the picture of Bellatrix Lestrange. It wouldn't budge, so he muttered a quick charm and lifted it.
Lupin threw the picture across the kitchen angerly.
I suppose I'm all that's left, he thought, miserably. Maybe I'll die soon too.
Remus took out parchment and quill and began to write a letter to Harry.