Wow thanks for the reviews on my last story. Made me very happy :)
So I'm going to continue on with this quest to have a story (probably one shots. I don't have the patience nor the time to do a chaptered story right now) about every (major) character.
So this is what... number 4? Ah whatever. Nobody really cares. :)
Disclaimer: Any characters, situations, events, etc. below that you recognize belong to J.K. Rowling. If only I were cool enough to have come up with them first...
The sun shone brightly, which was odd considering it was the beginning of November. Of course, he decided, the world or God or whatever entity was just being cruel. It shouldn't be sunny today, because his life had turned so dark. Darker than one would have thought possible.
Remus watched the colors dance across his skin as the sun twinkled outside, another cruel irony. There was no color left in the world. Not in his eyes.
Only and hour previously his best friend had been buried next to the love of his life. No longer would he push his glasses back up his nose or run under the light of the full moon in his animal form.
Remus shuddered. Gone, it was all gone. The comfort of his friends, the warmth they gave him even in the coldest times. Gone. All gone.
He lifted his gaze off his arm where the colors continued their movements. In front of the pews, a woman was dusting the candles, paying no attention to the man who sat in the second to last row.
Remus looked up farther, his eyes resting on the cross that adorned the back of the wall. Why? he wanted to yell, scream, shout to the heavens. Why?
Of course, his rational side concluded, there would be no answer. He could scream all he wanted, but the action would not give him the answers he so desperately craved and feared. Answers to why fearless James was gone from the world. Why sweet Lily would never sing to herself when she thought no one was listening. Why little Peter could not even be awarded his own burial, for there was no body to bury. Why baby Harry would never know his mother and father, and would grow up in a family that did not accept him.
Why Sirius had betrayed them all.
Remus shuddered again, this time with tears spilling onto his cheeks. Why Sirius, he screamed inside. How could you?
The stained glass that made up part of the window continued to cast its reds and blues, greens and oranges onto Remus' arm, but he did not see them. Instead, he saw a wold, howling with pain, and no dog or rat or stag to comfort it. He saw a black haired boy with emerald eyes growing up without his parents by his side. He saw more pain, more death, more sorrow...
The colors twinkled gaily, unconcerned that the man they were shining their light upon saw nothing but grey. Dark, cold grey.
The tears continued unashamedly as he stood up. This little church had not provided the closure, the acceptance he so desperately needed. No answers existed here, and Remus did not have the strength to try and search.
There would be no more color in his life.
(How was he to know that the woman he would fall in love with was color personified?)
So I'll probably do another Remus one some other time. I'm not sure if I like this or not, but the idea came to me in English today so I decided that I'd just get it out.
Happy January 19th!