You're Gone

Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me. They belong to J.K Rowling, and Warner Brothers. The song lyrics belong to Evanescence.

A/N: This is just my little remake of Sirius's death. Please read and review!

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

No, Remus thought. Sirius will never die! He can't, he just can't!

But it was a grieved man's thoughts as he watched his best friend fall through the veil in the Department of Mysteries. His best friend, who was now….dead. That word was so ugly. No. NO! Sirius wasn't dead! No, he couldn't! This was the man who could accomplish anything, even prove his own innocence when everything seemed lost. The man who had made him laugh when he was still at school, the one who could win the heart of any girl in the school.

But now, that incredible man was gone. Forever.

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

Remus looked up at Mrs. Weasley as she handed him a cup of tea. His cracked lips formed the word 'thanks', but no sound came out. Tears blurred his vision as Harry sat across from him at the Burrow's kitchen table, drowned in his own grief. The poor boy. It just wasn't fair. Sirius had been with Harry for such a short amount of time, and then he was taken away.

With a cry of the grief that had stuck to him like a burr since Sirius's funeral, Remus hurled the cup of tea across the kitchen, and stood up and stormed away.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

"Sirius!" Remus sobbed, looking out at the half moon. That familiar sight made him want Sirius to come back even more. When Remus had his terrible transformations into a werewolf, Sirius had always been there, comforting him when he had horrible visions, or when he had ravaged himself for the lack of human meat. He had always been there. Sirius's presence alone made Remus feel as he were King of the World.

You used to captivate me
By your resonating life
Now I'm bound by the life you've left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

It had been six months since Sirius's death. Every day of those six months had been hell for Remus. Every day, he would look at the sky, and be reminded of Sirius's captivating blue eyes that would sparkle when he was mad, happy or sad. The night sky reminded Remus of Sirius's black, shoulder length tresses that would shine in the sun smelling of the most pleasant things in the world. And every minute of every hour would remind Remus of the gentle soul he had been, the man who had accepted Remus for who he was, werewolf or no werewolf.

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

"He's gone, Remus. You must face the truth." Tonks said gently to her friend, worried for his mental state of health.

"No." Remus whispered. "He'll come back. By the gods, he will come back. No matter how long it takes, Sirius Black will come back."

A/N; Well that's done! Please review! All reviews are respected and gratefully received!