Rain drizzled down slowly, droplets sticking and sliding to windowsills. A tall silhouette watched as they dripped like teardrops, and idly wondered if the earth had conjured them to act as his tears.
He should have been crying, curled into a ball, sobbing out his heart. But the thing was, he wasn't even sure he had a heart anymore. Or if he did, it certainly wasn't whole enough to be sobbed out. He had tried to feel something, anything, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. He was numb. And somehow, he thought, that was worse.
A knock on the door took him out of his weary musings. Who could it be at this hour? Standing on shaking legs, Remus Lupin answered the door, and suddenly stood face to face with none other than Albus Dumbledore.
A sigh was heard as Albus took in the disheveled and bone-tired form of one of his favorite former students.
"Remus, these are rough times indeed, but staying here isn't safe. Not for you or your reputation." Another sigh. Remus really shouldn't be in Sirius Black's old flat.
All was quiet for a moment, until Remus spoke, finally letting the anger of the betrayal out. "So what, Dumbledore? It's not like there's anyone left in this world that I need to hold on to a reputation for."
The silence now was nearly tangible. Albus pinched his nose, a fleeting look of pain and pity on his face immediately washed away, knowing that if there was one thing Remus hated, it was pity. "Oh, Remus. Look, I have found a safe home for you to reside in for a while. The point is, people will be here soon to investigate-"
He was cut off by another outburst from the usually polite lycanthrope. "Do you really think I haven't been looking? He-he might have been my friend at one point, but it's over. All over now." His voice hoarse from emotion, cracked at the end, the only hint at the depth of his inner turmoil.
As he stood there, Albus wanted nothing more than to stop his pain and hurt. Remus had surely suffered enough, hadn't he? But there was nothing he could do. Albus Dumbledore was one of the most powerful wizards to ever have lived, but even he couldn't bring back the dead ortravel back in time to change the mind of the one was as good as dead.
And there, with Albus Dumbledore, prior teacher and current friend, Remus cried. He sobbed his heart out, crying like he hadn't ever, and he hadn't, not really. Being a werewolf made him many things, things Albus wondered would still be the same if he hadn't ben bitten. But then, that was a mystery with no answer. So the pair sat on the murderer's couch, one sobbing, the other musing, both with a pain in their hearts tormenting them.
fin.
A/N: Hi guys, I know that was rather short and angsty, but I wanted to leave it there, However, this gave me an idea for a time-travel fic... so that should be written soon!
People who review get their own sad!Remus in need of some lovin'.
-Alyssa xx