Numbness was all he felt. His brow was crumpled and his mouth had become dry. All the wetness had gone to his eyes. Like rain the wetness fell. With one hand, he wiped the tears from his face. With the other hand, he held tight to Harry's arm.

He could feel Harry fighting. Harry wanted to go to Sirius. However, Remus knew that was the last thing Sirius would want. Sirius had fallen through the veil. It was unfair.

Remus realized he was the last, loyal, Marauder that was alive. He blinked and shivered. That was a scary thought. All of his friends had fallen. Had their group been cursed? It seemed that way. First Peter had supposedly died, but in truth had gone to support Voldemort. Second James, as well as Lily, had died. Now, Sirius had died at this hands of his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange.

He heard her crazed laugh. It cut through the sounds of battle. She was celebrating Sirius' death, but he did not hear what she manically said.

Remus breathed in and out slowly. He had to get control of himself. His friends needed help. Harry need his help. Sirius' death would be in vein if he did not help them – especially if he did not help Harry.

He whirled the raven-haired teenager around to face him. He stooped and with a fatherly hold, grasped Harry's shoulders. Harry still tried to wiggle away from his grasp and go to Sirius.

Harry growled something at Remus. It was inaudible. His writhing became stronger and more frantic. Remus did not let go however.

"There is nothing you can do, Harry –" Remus said this in a gentle tone. He was surprisingly calm sounding. But he wasn't.

"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!" Harry was begging Remus. His pleas broke Remus' voice.

Slowly, the man shook his head. "It's too late, Harry—" There was a metallic taste in Remus' mouth as he spoke these words.

His words made Harry struggle more. He held tight to the teenager so he would not try again to go to the veil.

"He hasn't gone!" the Gryffindor yelled at Remus. He looked up at Remus with the same piercing eyes that his mother had. Harry whipped around and almost through Remus to the ground. "SIRIUS! SIRIUS!"

A sob came from Remus' lips. He bowed his head. "He can't come back, Harry. He can't come back because he's d—"

"HE – IS – NOT DEAD! SIRIUS!" Harry's screams were deafening. However, a look of recognition came over the young man's face. Sirius was dead.

Remus went over to Harry and with little disagreement pulled Harry away from the dias. It was a mental struggle for Remus. By moving further and further away from the veil, he felt like he was moving away from Sirius, even though he was long gone.

By the time, they did move away from the dias, the battle here was over. However, Remus had a feeling this was just the beginning. Remus stared forlornly at Albus Dumbledore. Hogwart's headmaster stared back grimly. Slightly, he nodded. Remus knew at the pit of his stomach that the second wizarding war had just begun.