WARNING: RLSB SLASH. Yes, that means two guys. Together.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, people would notice. Trust me.
The radiant, circular moon shone like a beacon through the open window, illuminating the dark room. A distant howl echoing through the night from the forest reminded a usually obnoxious teenager what he lost. The three empty beds beside his told him what he already knew; he was not welcome anymore. A single tear trailed down his cheek, glistening in the dim light. The feeling of remorse spread through him as he pondered his actions and knew his consequences were deserved, regardless of what it cost him
Remus, he thought. How could I have done that to him? He doesn't deserve it. No one deseves his fate if what I had planned had occured.
Another tear followed the first. Sirius Black had a hard time opening his eyes this morning, not knowing what he will see. So, he did not. Instead, he listened to the loud snores Peter made, the slow and steady breathing of James, and...nothing. There was no third breath in the room. Remus must have left, not wanting to spend more time in my presence. The thought that his friend could despise him, haunted Sirius.
He did not want to move to wake up the others and hear their harsh reprimands on Remus's conditon. He vaguely felt that his pillow was wet, probably as a result to him crying in his slumber. However, his impatient personality would not let him rest in bed not knowing what Remus was doing or how much Sirius's absence distressed the pained werewolf. Realizing Remus would be in the hospital wing recovering, Sirius stepped out of bed lightly and walked down the stairs slowly, not wanting to wake anyone up. He took his time, not wanting to see Remus's tired and weak state, but knowing he should be there as he was not last night.
He pushed on the ajar door of the hospital wing and stepped in, looking for light brown hair. He spotted the bed Remus was resting in and walked towards him, staring at his calm face. At least he doesn't look sad, Sirius thought. Sirius couldn't help but relax as he looked at the tired adolescent's face. His brown hair messy and partially obscurring his closed eyes. Sirius had a sudden impulse to brush the hair from Remus's face, but fought it, knowing he was not wanted.
Sirius turned around and exited the hospital wing, not wanting to look at his...what was Remus to him? A friend? And ex-friend? Considering Remus as an ex-friend anguished him knowing it was Sirius's fault. He messed up, and it was not just an accident. He deliberately wanted to hurt Snape and didn't think of the consequences. Stupid Snivellus with his stupid greasy hair. If he didn't exist I'd still be friends with Remus now.
Sirius did not speak with Remus ever since a month ago, when Sirius told Severus how to get past the womping willow, to his friend. Friend, Sirius thought. He'll never know now, I guess. He'll never know about me. No one will. I'll just be by myself the rest of my life. Sirius sneaked back into his dormitory, and sank into his bed, staring up, oblivious to the world around him.
AN: Sorry. The first chapter is really short, and kind of...vague. I'll try to update soon.