So yeah, am up at a ridiculous hour of the morning because I couldn't sleep again and I thought of this, angsty and depressing and in all probability absolute rubbish but never mind eh? Its sorta set during DH I guess but Tonk's doesn't really feature at all. Anyway, on with the show and whatnot XD

Alone

They were all gone.

Just gone.

Somehow they had become just a memory.

James.

Lily.

Sirius.

He even felt a twinge of regret for Peter.

Now he was all that was left.

Last of the Marauders.

Bitterness.

Loneliness.

Torn up inside.

The pain of a thousand transformations all at once ripping through him with each shuddering breath.

All he wanted was to be with them again.

To feel that everything was okay.

That he wasn't alone.

But he was.

He had never been so alone.

He simply didn't make sense without the rest of them there with him.

He hated being left alone, left behind.

But he couldn't bring himself to wish he had gone first.

He wouldn't, couldn't wish this, this, on anyone, let alone the friends he had loved so dearly.

In desperation he wanted to claw at himself, hurt himself.

Something, anything, to distract himself from the hollow ache in his chest that threatened to tear him apart.

He needed for it to all just go away.

Memories flashed through his mind, each more painful than the last.

Sleep was his only escape.

When he was so tired that he could simple slip into oblivion.

He craved that nothingness.

But every time he woke up he resented how little time had passed.

Sometimes he got so angry he would throw things.

Smash.

Break.

Scream.

Scream at them though they weren't there.

Scream at them for leaving him.

For ever thinking that he would be able to live without the people he cared about most.

For dying.

No-one filled the void they had left.

No-one.

When the battle came he fought with all the passion and fury he had ever felt towards these people who had taken his friends away from him.

He fought with determination and acute skill.

Then it happened.

A spell got under his shield.

And all he felt was fleeting triumph.

Triumph that now the Marauders would all be gone, no-one left behind.

Triumph that he no longer had to suffer.

Then he no longer felt anything.

What did you think then? Is it as rubbish as I think it is? Let me know... hint hint ;D