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A/N: This cannot be healthy... I should be studying history...freaking cold war...
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I opened up my eyes to the sound of heavy footsteps. No… I must be hearing things again. I refuse to open my eyes again.
But then a soft voice is whispering in my ear as strong arms lift me into a warm embrace. "I'm back, Remus. I'll always come back to you."
I'm squished and I almost can't breathe. It's too hard to believe anyways.
He kisses me though and I'm forced to open my eyes in shock. Somehow my mind is reverting to when we were schoolboys, as I'm blushing when he pulls back.
Sirius smirks at me, is black (excuse the pun) gaze triumphant. I allow myself a trembling smile. "I love you, you idiot!" I say as I reach to hug him again. Always on his reckless ventures... it's hard to beleive such heroes exist.
But then I wake up. I realize I'm in the black Manor, in our shared bed. His side is cold. I am alone.
I drowsily get up and go downstairs slowly; Sirius knows I'm not a morning person. It's why he never wakes me. Then again, it's probably late into the afternoon. I don't know why my body is so sore. I don't think to remember anything.
He's probably somewhere out back playing puppy with the birds. Harry's birthday is coming up in a couple of months, and he made me promise to take him out to help choose a gift. It's the one outing to look forward to that keeps him sane.
Of course, we're going to have to revert to our schoolboy selves then, to get past all the defenses set up for his protection.
Maybe I should eat something, I think, as I go into the kitchen.
My eyebrows knit as I hear the familiar sound of a crying Molly. Where is Sirius when you need him? I'm not as good with emotional women. No matter what his nicknames entail.
"Molly, Molly, what's wrong?" I ask, approaching her warily, preparing myself. If anything I'll lead her for 'a walk' and we'll run into him.
She's in a chair in the corner of the kitchen, weeping with a thousand tissues around her.
She looks up, her eyes wide. "Remus." She said in a half whisper, as if she's seeing a dead man.
And then something clatters in the distance, the unusual shattering cloud of my memory comes together and forms what it has not been able to comprehend.
Sirius is gone.
Sirius is dead.
Sirius left him all alone, and there was no more adventures for him to come back from.