EMERALD WITCH: My darling brother wrote this, and it made me cry. It's short, but very sweet. He actually jotted it down in the car on the way back from seeing the new movie. Hope you enjoy!

He stumbled into the room with the shuffling, unsure steps of a man who has just lost everything. He closed the door softly, and then leaned against it, looking at his surroundings in a kind of shock. For the first time ever, he noticed how small the room really was. The cracked and peeling paint on the drab, grey walls reaching towards him like skeletal fingers. He felt like the walls were closing in on him.

He closed his eyes tightly and slid slowly down the cool wood of the door until he was sitting on the dusty floor of the bedroom, his knees pulled up under his chin like a frightened child. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. But all he felt was an overwhelming numbness. A cold, heavy feeling inside his chest, as though he had lead coursing through his veins.

His eyes opened slowly, as though it took a great effort, and naturally the first thing they feel on was the bed. That damned, bloody, stupid bed. For Merlin's sake, the sheets were still rumpled! He could still see the indention in the pillow where his head had been only hours before… before…

At last his thought unclenched just enough to let a single broken word escape.

"Pad…foot…"

That was all it took. The tears burst forth like water through a break in a dam. Painful, heavy, wracking sobs that shook his entire frame as he crawled into the still warm bed, trembling all over. He buried his face in the pillow his lover's head had lain on and breathed in the familiar scent for what was undoubtedly the last time.

This was it. The day they both knew would come. A single flash of green light, and he was gone. Remus Lupin threw back his head and emitted an unearthly howl, mourning his mate with the primitive voice of the wolf inside. Let the entire house hear. He no longer cared. Sirius Black, the man he loved, was dead… and so was he.

EMERALD: Reviews are appreciated. Flames are not. Thanks for reading!