Hello again. Late night is the time to write for me. 'Nother little thing for you to read. So, review please.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter… :whimpers: NOW LOOK YOU MADE ME CRY!
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Remus gulped down sobs as tears flowed from his eyes. He couldn't hold back his hysterics and he felt that he shouldn't have to. It was just too much to stand now. So he wept on the cold stone floor of his room, making a small puddle of tears around himself. On his bed stand was a signed picture of Sirius Black, the second friend he would now have to burry, but they had been so much more than that.
Next to the small picture was a fairly recent one, taken with Remus' own muggle camera. It was of the werewolf and shaggy animagus kissing over a small cupcake with a candle in it. Around them twinkled the backwards letters of "Happy 36th Moony". Now it wouldn't twinkle in Lupin's eyes.
He angrily pounded his fists on the ground, growing weaker and more hysterical with each "thud". Through sobs, tears, and beating the floor, the werewolf yelled out his lover's name over and over, asking God, if there was one, why he made his life so miserable. Once again poor Moony was singled out, now as the last Marauder, once again all alone.
Remus stood up. His pale and now grief-stricken face was a mere shadow of his former self. Tonight it wasn't the moon's fault. His white tearstained cheeks and bloodshot liquid amber eyes betrayed all his feelings to the mirror hanging on the wall. Emptiness, hopelessness, sorrow, depression, and heartbreak. The only man he had ever loved was now gone, like all others he had loved in his life.
"Sirius… You can't die! You can't just leave me here without you!" the werewolf shrieked hoarsely, clutching his eyes shut and squeezing out more cold tears. He threw himself against the opposite wall and sunk down to his knees. It was just like a thing Sirius would do. He would always play the hero to win Remus' heart. Even to the point of going to Azkaban. Now he had saved people, but he had broken the werewolf's heart, which was only just on the mend from the previous years.
Softly, Remus began to talk to the ghost of Sirius he could see on in his closed eyes. "You're heart has stopped beating, but I still feel it… Why are you doing this to me, Sirius? Haven't you gotten enough?"
His eyes shot open when he felt an icy hand on his shoulder. He traced the arm with his amber eyes up to the face of a scruffy man in his late 30's. With a choked bawl he stood up, entwining the cold fingers with his own. An airy but familiar voice said, "I haven't gotten you with me, so I haven't gotten enough now have I, Remmy?"
With a loud cry, Remus hugged the cold and dirty figure for all that the both of them were worth. Soon, their lips touched in a much-needed kiss. With a hand wiping away his tears, the werewolf growled, "Sirius Black if you ever die like that again, I'll kill you."
Sirius laughed and held his Moony closer; happy at how he could still be so lovable. "Ah, Rem. If I ever die again it will be with you, cause you're the only thing worth living for."
The End