A/N: Just a little something I put together. If I were you, I would listen to 'Always Watching Over You' by Paul Collier while reading this.

A whisper.

A shouted declaration of love.

A screamed curse.

A flash of light.

A fall.

And the love of my life crashed to the floor lifelessly.

Pain ripped at my heart and my soul until I couldn't breath. I was gasping for breath, I was staggering, until I myself crashed next to his body.

I was not going to kid myself into believing that he was not, and could not, be dead. I can feel his death in my blood that rushes through my veins, that I so much want to stop, so I can join him.

I realize, with a pang, that I am not afraid of death. I am not afraid of anything, so long as he will be there.

I look up at my aunt with pure hatred in my gaze. I lunge at her, but she sidesteps easily with a cruel laugh. I have no wand.

A whisper.

A shouted declaration of love.

A screamed curse.

A flash of light.

A fall.

And I drop to the floor with a sickening thump, the breath knocked out of me, the blood refusing to pump, and I smile.

I am coming, Remus.