I Heard Him
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No characters in this story belong to me, they are all the property of the lovely J.K Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended.A/N:
Just a short little drabble. It could be Sirius/Remus but it may not be, it's all in the interpretation. Please leave a review (even if it's just short). I love feedback! Please no flames, but constructive criticism is welcomed.I've always had exceptional hearing. It was one of the many things that came with the bite. I didn't notice it at first, but it was the small subtleties that made me first realize that I could hear things others could not. Small whispers from across the room sounded clear and audible to me. At first it had been annoying, almost depressing, but then I became accustomed to my new 'gift.'
It also served to be exceptionally useful at Hogwarts. Many times I could hear Filch or a Professor coming long before any of the other Marauders. It seems strange to think that parts of the wolf carried over into me, but until Peter, James and Sirius became Animagus's, part of me never stayed within the wolf.
It was this ability, this gift of an excellent and unusual sense of hearing that made me realize that even this curse, horrible as it maybe, is not always completely evil. It was because of this ability that I now know something that means more than anything else ever could in this lifetime or the next.
He was falling, shock and disbelief clouding his beautiful gray eyes and a billion thoughts entangled in my mind. I watched his back arch as he gently fell through the veil that was being blown by a wispy wind that came from nowhere. Even in death he was beautiful. Even in his last moments he was graceful. Sirius had always been perfect. Smart, handsome, and an amazing Quidditch player. It was in death that I realized that he was the only person I would ever truly love, with every ounce of my soul.
Nobody heard it but me. It was so quiet, so unlike the way Sirius usually was.
It was only a whisper. Barely there, but there just enough.
'I love you Remus.'
And nobody heard him.
Nobody heard those last words, the last words of a dying man.
Nobody but me.
I heard him.
And I loved him.
