Disclamer: I do not own any of the characters or the books, because i am not JK rowling

He slowly walked through the dark archway, leaving the stars and darkness behind him. He looked down the dimly lit isle and walked forward toward the bright golden cross that lay ahead. His foot steps echoed around him, making the realization that he was alone more obvious than it already was. Looking straight ahead of him, he fought back the tears and tried to keep a military- like countenance as he walked down the isle, keeping his posture "proud".

It was dark outside and the only light to be seen was from the oddly placed lamps and various candles strewed around the spacious room and hung from the tall arched ceiling. The stained glass windows, portraying various images from the Bible, prevented the sight of any form of star- light or moon- light to be seen. The colors, instead of being bright as they usually were, let of a more grim feeling, because there was no light to show through them on this cloudy night.

Remus came to a stop and turned to his left to see the portal of Christ being crucified. He let his eyes wander away from this holy image and to the pew, which the werewolf slowly slid into. The wood was cold and hard as he tried to find a position that was comfortable. His posture became more relaxed and his countenance more depressing, but he still fought back the tears.

Remus was not there for evening prayer, he was not there to pray, he was there to find peace or was trying to at least. So you could say he was there for a form of confession so he might be able to move on with his life. This confession would be different though, there would be no priest, just himself and the echo he would hear in response.

Lupin needed a somewhere away from Grimauld Place to clear his mind and try to set things straight. Sirius was dead and he needed to come to terms with that... now was the time to come to this realization and to let it all go and to be comfortable with saying "that I cannot change the past and what's done is done".

He knew that he had other friends within the Order that would comfort him in this time of need, but that's not what he wanted or needed. What he needed was to be alone and the last thing he wanted was to be caught crying in front of Snape... or anyone for that matter. The werewolf knew that Harry needed him, because he was Potter's last connection to his life that he did not know.

The werewolf knew that now was not the time to break down in front of everyone, to distract and derail everyone from the important task at hand, because of his loss. Not when everything was on the line. He needed to have a clear mind, so as not to make foolish decisions or be a threat to others or himself in his weakened mental state of anger and sorrow. So he needed to get it all out, so he could once again go through the day without thinking about Sirius every waking or un- waking moment of the day. He did not want to forget Sirius, but he wanted to be able to concentrate.

Remus quickly looked around to make sure he was definitely alone, he was and so he began his confession...

"Funny thing, out of all the places to talk to myself I choose a Catholic Church," he laughed out loud to himself, eyes swelling up with water, "You're laughing at me aren't you Padfoot? And you too, aren't you Prongs? Me, being here to get a hold of myself." He laughed even harder, but slowly his breaths of laughter turned into heavy sobs. The salty tears burned his eyes from keeping them back so he finally had to let them fall over his face. Lupin let his head fall into his hands as he slowly curled up and rocked back and forth. "Now that all of you are gone who's going to fight with Snape? You know I'm only good at just standing by, doing nothing, and watching, that's all I could do when Sirius fell through the veil. That's all I'm good for, funny old world isn't it?" The red- eyed werewolf raised his head up to the high arched ceiling, put his hands in between his thighs and banged his head against the pew in front of him. He continued for a minute longer before finally resting his forehead on the pew and watching his tears fall onto the grey stone floor.

He opened his mouth to speak to the silence when behind him he heard a "poowoof". Remus quickly dried his face and spun around, wand at the ready, to see if anyone was behind him. Remus saw no one. "Someone has apparated here, I know it, but who would know that I would be here?" he thought to himself calmly.

Although his face no longer had any trace of tears his eyes still held a bright red color to them.

Remus stood up and walked, slightly crouched, out of the pew and into the isle. He spun around several times to make sure whoever was there had not moved. All he saw were the great long line of pews, as far as the eye could see.

Lupin's footsteps echoed loudly throughout the room as he walked in between the pews and along the stone floor. The werewolf tried to keep his footsteps light and slow, but they still seemed to linger, but they slowly faded as he stopped in the middle of the church and looked around the room, again, for any signs of life. He saw no one...

Remus pointed his wand at his feet and whispered "Silencio" so as to not make anymore sound if he made any sudden movements. "I should have done that before," he thought, "whoever came here knew I would be caught off guard."

He stood in eerie silence for about two minutes, until he heard a voice. "Once we were four friends, but time did not mean it good to us. Now two are dead and one is a betrayer... Now I'm left all alone," the word "alone" was emphasized and so it lingered for a while until the sound of it was nothing. The voice was that of a man, it sounded familiar, but he did not know of whom. He had a slightly taunting ring to his voice when he spoke again, "Poor, poor Remus. Is that why you're here, to try and find some comfort with the dead?"

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