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Surrogate:

"Crucio!" snarled a harsh, but surely feminine, voice. There was a gasp of surprise from her victim, as he fell backward. Before a scream could leave the throat of the victim he was caught by a transparent force, that pulled him farther backward still, but this force was more comforting, more solid, than gravity. The pulling continued to lull him downward but at the last second there was a strict pull upward, his body rose correspondingly and floated beyond the frame of an empty doorway.

There was a cackle from the woman, a wry notice to her inclination of killing. "Well, that worked out didn't it?"

"SIRIUS!" this voice was harsh still, but young, male, and concerned, unlike the other. This teenage raven-haired boy stood in shock for a second before his brain could fully acknowledge the scene that had played in front of him.

"HAR-," said another male, but mature, and impatient. Why was the boy just standing there? This was a war! But before he could finish his voice clipped as he took in what his best friend's son had just witnessed. He silently cast a shielding charm and executed the space between him and the boy.

The boy began to scream, the most horrible scream the man had ever heard. A scream of hatred towards the woman, of terror at the loss, of longing to make time rewind itself. The insistent, demanding, hollow feeling of loss lodged itself within the hearts of the two males. The both of them where involuntarily familiarized with this feeling. The boy started to charge at the empty frame but was too late, as the man had already wrapped his arms around the boy.

The boy, sobbing, writhed and tried but the comforting constriction of Remus' muscular arms were much stronger. The unrequited grief Remus had felt when his best friend had been sent to Azkaban finally reposed. He was gone. 'Hold him. Don't let him go; keep him here. Don't let him know that it is killing you, too. Keep strong, for him, for yourself, for them.'

"Harry, no." The older man whispered into the boy's ear, through clenched teeth. "Harry, he's gone. Harry, stop."

(A/N) This, most sincerely, is incredibly hard to write but I wanted to put more emphasis on how Remus was feeling, because he is the one that keeps Harry from running at the veil. Written to RebellionLies by Arcade Fire, which I love.