Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Harry Potter or Premonition, which is the film I got the inspiration from.
Battling with the Death Eater in front of him, Remus could see his lover from the corner of his eye, fighting with Bellatrix Lestrange. He did not know if Sirius could her, worried that he couldn't. A well aimer stunner from Remus hit Lucius, and Remus grinned with vicious pleasure as the sadistic blonde crumbled to the floor. Freed from the restraints of a duel, Remus was enabled to trot over to Sirius.
The Animagus was only just deflecting each shot, only just cursing back in time.
And then… he was too late.
"No!" The involuntary gasp escaped Remus' lips, as his dark haired mate arched backwards, and fell through the veil, billowing innocently as it swallowed Sirius. Only the reflex of a wolf's instinct to protect the cubs of his pack enabled him to catch Harry before he flung himself after Sirius. His mind was blank, and he did not know what was through the veil, no one did, but every neuron the wolf held in its control screamed for him to get away.
A howl rose in Remus' throat, as the wolf registered the loss of his mate, but he choked it down to keep Harry away. As he told Harry that Sirius was gone, his voice cracked, and the grey numbness faded. How could his Sirius be gone? Sirius was his mate, had been since the age of seventeen. Sirius was his only love.
Agony washed through him.
Tear sprang into his eyes, and he tried to blink them away. Not Sirius, why Sirius? How..?
"Remus, Remus." Through the tearing pain of his mind, Remus registered an arm around his waist, pulling him to his feet, guiding him… away from where Sirius had fallen.
"No, no, no." Remus struggled in the hold; he could not leave the place where Sirius had died. He had to stay, he had to wait, he… A voice in his ear was shouting for help, and he tore against the holder. There was a flash of scarlet light, and everything went black.
000
Drenched in sweat, tears coursing down his cheeks, Remus jerked upwards. His Sirius was gone, gone forever. Slowly, he lowered himself back down onto the bed, and moved to bury his face in Sirius' pillow. What had been Sirius' pillow. As he breathed in deeply, the pillow released the scent of the animagus; a very light trace of dog, overlaid by his human musk.
Suddenly, a sound caught his ear; the rushing of water. Why was the shower on?
Taking careful steps, he crept towards his bathroom, and peered around the door. Sirius was standing under the spray of the shower, in all his glory. Quite literally. Remus flew into the shower, wrapping his arms around the animagus' stomach, burying his face in Sirius' back.
"Remus, what?" asked Sirius, trying to turn around but finding Remus hanging onto him, squeezing him tightly. "Remus, you're getting wet. Your clothes."
"I'm not letting go," Remus stubbornly said, voice wobbling but not quite breaking. The drops of water streaming down on him grounded him, making him sure that this was reality. "Don't make me."
Sirius struggled against the tight hold, and soothed, "Remus, I'm not going to make you move. Let me turn around Reemy love."
Relaxing his hold slightly on the warm, wet body, Remus instead hid his face in Sirius' chest. Gentle hands ran through Remus' rapidly dampening hair, and Remus muttered, "Don't leave me."
"Why would I? Why would I ever leave you?" Sirius exclaimed.
Remus raised agonised eyes, "You might not have a choice."
Sirius studied Remus' face, freeing a hand and cupping his werewolf lover's chin. The amber eyes had reddened, he was hauntingly pale. "Sweetheart, have you been crying?" In response, Remus merely nodded, knowing that the animagus hadn't seen his tears before because they had mingled with the droplets from the shower. Sirius turned away, and Remus could not help but gasp. "Hush, I am just turning the shower off." The flow of hot water stopped, and Sirius said, "Come on, Reems."
A few moments later, Remus was curled in Sirius' still bare lap, a thick towel wrapped around them both, staving shivers at bay. Remus was covering Sirius' neck in soft kisses, murmuring softly as he did so, "You're not leaving me. You're not moving from this chair."
"I may get stiff. Or hungry," Sirius pointed out. With one hand around Remus' waist, he was able to lace the free one through one of Remus'. "I'll have pins and needles if you stay there on my lap."
The attempt at lightening the mood only elicited a watery chuckle from the werewolf on his lap. Remus rested his head against Sirius' strong, hot shoulder, staring at the long dark hair of his mate.
"Did you sleep at all, Reemy? You look terrible."
"I slept too much, and you don't look awful. You look… beautiful," whispered Remus. Beautiful and so very alive.
"Thank you," Sirius smiled, pressing a quick kiss to Remus' damp hair. The werewolf saw a faint flush make its way up the animagus' neck. "Now, are we actually going to stay here all day, or can I get dressed?"
"No, I prefer you naked. You should know that by now," smirked Remus, but his momentary humour drained away. "I… can't help thinking that… you might die. What happens if… Were you to… We're in a war… what if you died, love?"
"I won't."
"But if you did," Remus persisted. "It would be even worse than when you were in Azkaban. At least then I knew you were still breathing that there was still a chance."
"I know, but if I die… you know at least that I would have died for you, keeping you safe as I can in this climate," murmured Sirius. "Because there is no other way that I would die. Know that."
There was only a small amount of comfort in that, but Remus closed his eyes anyway, tightening his clutch on Remus. "I know."
000
Only five days later, Remus found himself, kneeling next to a small, engraved headstone. It did his mate no justice, this tiny stone thing. The other members of the Order thought that it might help him, to have something to grieve on, but Sirius' body was gone, never to return.
Thumping his fist against the granite post, Remus cursed, and scrubbed away the tears on his cheeks. He should have known, he should have insisted more than he had for Sirius to stay behind. He had started to expect Sirius' death when Lucius Malfoy started to spar with him, but it didn't make the end any easier. How could it get easier?
He had been given a warning, and he had ignored it, thinking it just a dream, until he realised that it was not. And then it was too late, and Sirius was gone. It was all his fault.
A/N: Sorry it's short. Did you like it anyway?