Numb.
That was the only word he could think of to describe this. In a span of twenty four hours, it was all gone. All of it. Nothing was left. The loft that he shared with Sirius was full of the man's presence. He could have been dead for all it mattered.
He had seen Sirius for less than a moment, but in that span of time, everything that Remus had believed was questioned. Their friendship, their lives, the war, everything. But, he had decided that he wouldn't abandon Sirius. He couldn't.
James was gone, Lily was gone, Harry was gone - but alive at least - even Peter…oh poor Peter. Detestable Peter. It wasn't far from the truth when someone said that they befriended the boy out of pity. He had been picked on by the Slytherin's - it was just proper of them to take care of one of their own. After that, they couldn't get rid of the boy so they made the best of it.
But Sirius wouldn't kill his friends, not even a fellow Marauder. That wasn't the Sirius Black he knew, and Remus refused to believe anything different.