Disclaimer: if I owned the characters from this story, I wouldn't be here writing this... so thankyou J.K Rowling, for allowing me the use of these characters.

A character that is usually ignored tells his side of it...

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It's only been a week since it happened, but it may as well have been a lifetime...

He-who-must-not-be-named is gone, finally gone. It's supposed to be a joyous occasion right? I'm meant to be out there with the rest of them, revelling in the all that is good.

And yet, I'm not... because everything comes at a price, and this one was too big, so big that, to me, it outweighed the good.

I feel as If I'm crumbling, every emotion has been intensified a thousand times over, every feeling scrambled.

When I look out the window, looking at the overcast sky spilling its tears it's longs to weep, I realise it looks exactly how I want to feel. To let every emotion out, not be so withdrawn within myself, but I can't... it's all I know how to do.

Maybe the sky mourned my tragedy too, wanted the entire world to know what they had lost because of him. Wanted every being to stop celebrating, rejoicing in their new-found freedom and realise that it comes at a heavy price, one that could have been prevented.

Yes, I understand that people never have to live in fear again, can finally come out of hiding and try and get their life back on track, that everyone's living hell can become a past nightmare once more.

All the confidence I gained since we met, I was given hope again.
Yet, I feel like it all slipping away just like them, drifting away like their spirits.

To me, this is my living hell, this void, empty space that cannot be filled.

A creek resounds through the room as the door opens.

"Remus...?"

"Remus, you have to come out sometime..."

I don't answer. He knows I won't answer.
It's not the first time he's come in trying to persuade me to come out, and won't be the last.

But every time he comes, I feel there's less of a reason to come out. Why should I? Why, when everyone looks on in pity, but secretly know it's for the best... Best of what!

I don't need pity... I need closure, maybe...not pity, never pity.

When everyone realises that James and Lily Potter's deaths are too great a loss for the cause... then they will learn...

Harry Potter... good luck to you, you'll need it...