Fate Can Be a Cruel Thing

by That Potterwholockian Phangirl

After Harry kills Voldemort. Just a little one shot about Remus and Sirius in heaven (the beyond, the after world, or whatever you want to call it [so as not to offend anyone]). *Warning* It's kinda sad/depressing. It's not my fault if it breaks your feels. You've been warned.

Disclaimer: Ob-viously ;) I don't own Harry Potter. Waaay too poor for that :D

Everyone was celebrating when Harry finally killed Voldemort (except his followers, of course), including the deceased. They celebrated, their joy radiating sunbeams down into the Great Hall that morning.

All but one.

He knew it was wrong. He should be happy. Voldemort's dead. Harry did it, saved so many. And Molly, dear old Molly Weasley, finally offed his wretched cousin, Belatrix. But he couldn't bring himself to care all that much. Oh, he faked it alright, but every time he looked at Remus and saw him standing with her, so happy and in love, it stung. He knew it would happen; he had died, and Remus was still alive. It was unavoidable. He thought it would happen even when they were both alive. Remus was way too good for him, no matter what the werewolf thought. He could, and probably would, find someone so much better than him, someone Remus deserved. He just never thought it would be him cousin, little Nymphadora. He still loved Remus (how could he not?), but he was happy, and Remus's happiness was never to be wasted, for it was so little. He looked away, sighing, and tried to move on, but it will never happen. He just misses a loving, longing look from one Remus Lupin.

There was another person who wasn't completely happy either.

Don't get me wrong, he was overjoyed that Harry saved everyone, ecstatic that Voldemort was dead, jubilant that Molly had avenged Sirius, and proud of all his students. And he thought he loved Nymphadora; he truly did. He did love their son. But when he kept looking up and seeing Sirius party with everyone else, not a care in the world, not giving him a second glance, it hurt, so much more than it should have, more than it had a right to. He was breaking. Of course he still loved Sirius (how could he not?), but he was happy, and Sirius's happiness was precious compared to his. Looking up, he sighed, love filling his eyes as he watched Sirius laugh. He just missed Sirius's last loving, longing glance.

Fate can be a cruel thing.