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Remus was glad, because the letter in his hand meant that Hagrid was looking out for his dead friend's son. Harry could use some looking after in a place where everybody knew his name and what had happened. And no one would be better than the groundskeeper. Hagrid also wanted to create a Photo album for Harry, so he had asked Remus for old pictures of Lily and James. That was the reason why, on a late Sunday afternoon, he found himself up in his attic, going through old boxes on the search for pictures.
When he finally found the box with all his old pictures he took out the one on top, and his heart skipped a beat. There, next to his best friends, stood the man of his dreams- good ones and bad. In his good ones he and Sirius were still a couple, had grown old together and were happy. In the bad ones, he saw the dead bodies of Lily and James again and envisioned Sirius next to Voldemort, that smug little smile of his on his face because his plan to betray his friends had worked. Remus had been sure that he had burned all pictures of Sirius after the trial. After he had testified against his former boyfriend. But apparently he hadn't. And he found a few more, mostly from the Wedding Day, where Lily and James were next to their traitor, laughing and smiling at him. Each time he saw Sirus face in one of those pictures, he felt tears burning in his eyes. But he wouldn't allow them to flow. Too many already had and too many years had passed since those fateful days. He tried to focus on his goal, finding pictures for Harry, but his mind kept going back to those wonderful summers he and Sirius had spent in the Hogwarts grounds, or their vacations on almost deserted islands after they finished school and had kept themselves alive with part-time work and had shared a tiny flat just outside London. The feeling of utter disbelieve and anger when he found out that Sirius had been a Deatheater and playing a double game all this time came back to him. Worse still, was the absolute betrayal he felt, still ripping and burning deep in his heart. He had been so angry with himself for not noticing, for letting Sirius fool him all those years. It had entirely destroyed all his trust towards other people, and he still hadn't been able to restore it. After a while of sitting there and staring at the photographs he became furious with himself for being so emotional. He grabbed some of the pictures, wiped his eyes to prevent the still lingering tears from falling and went downstairs.
'I'll get copies before I send them to Hagrid...' he decided that night as he lay down to rest. After all, those memories were a part of him, had made him who he was. And somewhere deep inside of him he was still longing for the Sirius he had spent so many years with, who had made him complete and had given his life meaning. As he drifted off to sleep he thought one last thing while staring out into the moonless, empty night, 'Sirius, my love, why?'.
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