A/N: 'ello! This is my first FanFic, so please tell me if you like it or not. I hope you enjoy!
A Reason to Live
Remus's heart froze in his chest as he watched the fall. "No, Sirius!" He heard Harry scream as Sirius's shocked face slid behind the veil. Time seemed to stop at that moment. Everyone disappeared except for that black cloth which seemed to embrace Sirius as he fell through it. Remus felt himself empty of emotion it drained out of him. His head was blank except for one word, alone. He was alone. Again. It seemed to echo in his mind. Bouncing off his skull as if looking for escape. He was alone.
And then he was moving. The black cloud that had descended on the room had lifted. Remus turned and caught a sprinting Harry.
"He's gone Harry." He intoned without emotion. Later that night was the time for breakdowns. Remus tried to hang on to the shreds of his control.
Remus was shaking from the effort of holding Harry back. The boy seemed to want to run head long into the curtain after Sirius. He pulled Harry up and to the back of the grey stone room.
That's when the others in the room burst into action. Remus whipped around to try and catch Bellatrix as she cackled and ran out of the room. When he turned back around to try and consol Harry, the boy had disappeared. Remus really began to panic now. The threads of control he had gathered early were beginning to slip through his fingers.
Order members dashed in frantic sprints up the stairs. Remus felt his knees give under the weight of his emotions. The adrenoline fading out of his system, his control seemed to go with it. Remus felt strong hands grab at his armpits and he look up into the face of Kinsley.
"Leave me! Find Harry!" he managed to croak out.
Kingsley gave him a hesitant glance before turning and sprinting out through the door. His last means of support gone, Remus felt the cold stone slide along his back as his legs crumpled under him. The sobs racked his body and echoed through the now empty chamber. Doubled-over he laid his forehead on the gritty cold floor, tears streaming down his face. All control thrown to the wind, the chamber seemed to ring with his cries.
„NO!" The word was ripped from his ragged throat.
Finally the chamber began to quiet as Remus tightened the grip on his control. Pulling himself up from the floor, he stood. His clothes ragged, the lines on his too old face like deep gouges, he was beaten. With a last glance at the veil that took his last reminants of happiness, Remus turned and walked out of the chamber with a resigned determination. He went to do what he had planned on 14 years ago.
--- I know this ends on a sort of cliffhanger, but what can I say, I want you to keep reading so I thought it might be good to add a bit of suspense!—S.G.