D/C: J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter, we all know that, blah da, blah da, blah. I only own the idea, then again, someone else probably owns this.
A/n: Yes, totally depressed right now. Ah, well, this is a product of my depression. Hope you like it. Not my depression, the short chap fic. But of course, if you like my depression, cool beans for you.
Short Summary: Okay, I know, there probably aren't a lot of these, and it is NOT slash. Don't mind slash, but I don't really write it. It's a short little thing. Nothing else to it really. . .
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Sirius seemed to fall slowly. It seemed like an eternity to Remus. The smile never seemed to really leave his face. His face. It was haunting him.
Remus J. Lupin sat up in his small room, breathing hard. Sirius. Where was Sirius? It was the day after the full moon. Sirius always came to see him after the full moon. Sirius, and James, and Lily. . . But James and Lily are dead, you fool! he yelled at himself.
"They're dead," he said alloud. And Sirius is too, a nasty voice in his head told him.
Remus jumped out of his bed, pain surging through his body and he stumbled into the main room of his house.
He was there. Falling. Everywhere Remus looked, that's all he saw. Sirius falling, falling behind the veil. The smile never seemed to really leave his face.
Remus ran over to the fire place, preparing himself to call Sirius at his house. He couldn't take this. He looked around and screamed. He was alone. Completely and utterly alone. It had been so hard for him, he thought he was alone when Lily and James died. He had been but in the back of his mind, there had always been the 'what if' surfacing. What if Sirius was innocent?
And he is. Sirius is innocent.
Ah, but Sirius is not innocent. He was innocent, the voice said now. You're alone. Without your friend.
Remus sank to the floor, and Sirius fell with him. His memory. All those years of knowing him. Finding him to be innocent after thirteen years in Azkaban.
Where was he going now? Who would he talk to during the day? Who would comfort him when everything seemed broken. When everything seemed wrong? Everything is broken, he told himself. Everything is wrong.
Remus closed his eyes, and there was Sirius. He opened them, and looked over at the mantle above the fire place. There was Sirius's picture, along with James and Lily.
"Why did you leave?! Why did you have to be so DAMN STUPID?!" Remus yelled. The tears would fall now, but he wouldn't notice. "I don't understand! I don't understand. . ."
Everyone he had. Anyone who'd ever cared about him was gone. He was so alone he was suffocating.
"Sirius. . . I'm sorry I doubted you. . . Please don't leave me. . . Please."
But he was falling again. Sirius was falling back, behind the veil. He was falling, leaving the world.
Remus, however, was running now. He had to see Sirius. He'd see him even if he had to dig him up. He'd see him sooner, because the pain was surely going to kill him. The pain of his heart, breaking.
Remus stopped at a tombstone, in a cemetary. It had Sirius's name, his date of birth and death. It didn't do him justice. Nothing did anymore. Remus looked at the two tombstones next to Sirius's. Lily Evans Potter. James Potter. The three of them were there. Waiting just for Remus. And Remus wanted so desperately to join them. He wanted to pull out the broken shards of his heart and lay beside Lily, James, and Sirius forever.
Because all he could see, playing over and over in his mind, was Sirius. Sirius falling.
The smile never really seemed to leave his face.
A/n: Yes, totally depressed right now. Ah, well, this is a product of my depression. Hope you like it. Not my depression, the short chap fic. But of course, if you like my depression, cool beans for you.
Short Summary: Okay, I know, there probably aren't a lot of these, and it is NOT slash. Don't mind slash, but I don't really write it. It's a short little thing. Nothing else to it really. . .
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Sirius seemed to fall slowly. It seemed like an eternity to Remus. The smile never seemed to really leave his face. His face. It was haunting him.
Remus J. Lupin sat up in his small room, breathing hard. Sirius. Where was Sirius? It was the day after the full moon. Sirius always came to see him after the full moon. Sirius, and James, and Lily. . . But James and Lily are dead, you fool! he yelled at himself.
"They're dead," he said alloud. And Sirius is too, a nasty voice in his head told him.
Remus jumped out of his bed, pain surging through his body and he stumbled into the main room of his house.
He was there. Falling. Everywhere Remus looked, that's all he saw. Sirius falling, falling behind the veil. The smile never seemed to really leave his face.
Remus ran over to the fire place, preparing himself to call Sirius at his house. He couldn't take this. He looked around and screamed. He was alone. Completely and utterly alone. It had been so hard for him, he thought he was alone when Lily and James died. He had been but in the back of his mind, there had always been the 'what if' surfacing. What if Sirius was innocent?
And he is. Sirius is innocent.
Ah, but Sirius is not innocent. He was innocent, the voice said now. You're alone. Without your friend.
Remus sank to the floor, and Sirius fell with him. His memory. All those years of knowing him. Finding him to be innocent after thirteen years in Azkaban.
Where was he going now? Who would he talk to during the day? Who would comfort him when everything seemed broken. When everything seemed wrong? Everything is broken, he told himself. Everything is wrong.
Remus closed his eyes, and there was Sirius. He opened them, and looked over at the mantle above the fire place. There was Sirius's picture, along with James and Lily.
"Why did you leave?! Why did you have to be so DAMN STUPID?!" Remus yelled. The tears would fall now, but he wouldn't notice. "I don't understand! I don't understand. . ."
Everyone he had. Anyone who'd ever cared about him was gone. He was so alone he was suffocating.
"Sirius. . . I'm sorry I doubted you. . . Please don't leave me. . . Please."
But he was falling again. Sirius was falling back, behind the veil. He was falling, leaving the world.
Remus, however, was running now. He had to see Sirius. He'd see him even if he had to dig him up. He'd see him sooner, because the pain was surely going to kill him. The pain of his heart, breaking.
Remus stopped at a tombstone, in a cemetary. It had Sirius's name, his date of birth and death. It didn't do him justice. Nothing did anymore. Remus looked at the two tombstones next to Sirius's. Lily Evans Potter. James Potter. The three of them were there. Waiting just for Remus. And Remus wanted so desperately to join them. He wanted to pull out the broken shards of his heart and lay beside Lily, James, and Sirius forever.
Because all he could see, playing over and over in his mind, was Sirius. Sirius falling.
The smile never really seemed to leave his face.