House of Black
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Padfoot...Snuffles, Azkaban's Lair, Meant to Be
Summary:
After the Ministry of Magic fight wth the Deatheaters, what will
Moony do without his Padfoot?
Pairing: Remus & Sirius
Disclaimer: JKR owns everything mentioned here, I don't
Spoilers: OotP
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Sitting down on the black chair, Remus held his head in his hands. It was only a few weeks since that dreadful fight with the DeathEaters, and the loss of someone very dear to him. Images of the body falling gracefully through the veiled archway haunted him each night. His dreams interrupted with the sight of his one true love vanishing forever beyond the veil. The tattered black cloth that enveloped the last of the Blacks.
Remus sighed as he looked around the room with tear-filled eyes. Not long ago, he had shared some tender moments with him here. After the long meetings with the Order, Snape had left the building, and there were left alone. Alone but for each other.
Tears streaming down his cheeks, Remus remembered those times when he, as a wolf, had been in the Shrieking Shack with him: those strong jaws preventing Remus from harming anyone. Suddenly, the tattered black veil came back into view, blotting out those kisses: Remus telling him how much he meant to him, how much he cared. Shaking his head, and standing up, he walked around the room. That corner, where he made his love for Remus known. The doorway where Remus was certain he would appear once more: all in his mind now.
Wandering over to the window, and staring out at the sickle moon, he half wondered what would have happened if he had actually followed him behind that veil: what would have been on the other side, could Remus have pulled him back out again? Turning back to the room once more, Remus wiped the tears from his eyes.
It was all pointless: he had lost the most
influential person in his life and that, he found hard to accept.
Looking at the door, he blinked. The image of his true love had
appeared. "Is that y-you?" he stammered, wondering if his
mind was just playing a cruel trick on him. The figure nodded but
didn't speak. Each nod made its black long hair flick into its eyes,
in that same seductive stlye Remus was so familiar with. He moved
nearer, but the figure was gone. In its place was an owl clutching a
piece of parchment. Flying towards Remus, it dropped the letter by
him, flew up the chimney and was gone.
With shaking hands, Remus
unrolled the parchment, tears still streaming fown his face. Gasping,
he read the letter.
"Although I am gone, I will never forget those special moments in the Shrieking Shack, and the House of Black. You meant everything to me, and I owe you something for that. I've not chosen to come back as a ghost: I had nothing to fear of death. But, call when you need me and I will be there - I came just now especially for you. With all my love for you Moony
Remus looked over at the window again, holding the letter close, feeling its warmth spreading over his body. Reading that letter had made his work for the Order seem easier - even the prospect of needing to defeat Voldemort and his DeathEaters didn't seem so bad now. If his dearest Padfoot was there to help him, then anything was possible.