Crimson Regret and Betrayal

Inspired by the song 'See The Sun' by Dido {Song has been altered slightly}

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I'm coming round to open the blinds

You cannot hide here any longer.

Remus sat alone in a dank, cold bedroom. Crying. He had never been one to cry, but when the situation ever arose it was never for something silly. Definitely not silly. His head lay in his hands, his shoulders slumped in defeat. Tears made their way from his eyes, silently down his nose before dropping onto his stained, dirtied and crinkled robes.

My God you need to rinse those puffy eyes

You cannot lie still any longer

Lily and James were dead. Years of struggle, triumph, happiness and sorrow were for nothing. They life they had tried to create for themselves was over, the participants just pawns in a harsh battle of chess. The difference was that the pieces wouldn't recreate themselves. They were broken players, discarded to the side of the board. Stone faces unchangeable. Stone faces cold.

And yes, they'll ask where you've been And you'll have to tell them again and again

Remus had received the news that day. The Wizarding world had rejoiced. Partied. Celebrated. Celebrated the death of tow of his best friends. The anniversary of Lily and James' death would always be that of rejoice. Because it was the day the Dark Lord was defeated. Those words. "Lily and James are dead." Louder than a gunshot and softer than a baby's laugh.

And you probably don't want to hear tomorrows another day But I promise you you'll see the sun again

By some miracle, Harry had survived. The only living memory of Lily and James. The only mark that they had made in the word, excluding the mark on the hearts of others. He would grow up an idol. His mother and father forgotten in the chaos that will be Harry's fame.

And you're asking why pains the only way to happiness And I promise you you'll see the sun again

Offering to take Harry in, as James and Lily would have wanted it, Remus had prepared to move Harry into the house. But his offer was declined. In one day he had lost his two best friends, the other two nowhere to be found. Remus was worried. What if he wasn't really dead? What if You Know Who had gone after Sirius and Peter? And would he be next? Would the angry Death Eaters attempt to finish what You Know Who had started and kill Harry? Remus' one last speck of hope. His one ray of sunshine.

Come on take my hand We're going for a walk I know you can

Angry, confused and very sorrowful, Remus had left the Ministry. He had been questioned on his whereabouts, the whereabouts of Sirius and Peter, Dumbledore, Hagrid and even Lily and James.

"What do you mean you don't know where they were? You were their best friend."

"Yes, but I was not their secret keeper."

"Secret keeper?"

"Yes. They knew that You Know Who wanted them dead. It was in the prophecy."

"Ah. Yes, I have heard rumors. What is the prophecy?"

"I do not know."

"Alright. Who is their secret keeper."

"I don't suppose it matters now, it was Peter."

"Peter?"

"Peter Pettigrew."

"Where is he?"

"I told you, I don't know."

"And Sirius?"

"Don't know."

"What do you know?"

"Lily and James are dead."

You can wear anything, as long as it's not black Please don't mourn forever, they aren't coming back

Convinced that everyone was wrong, that it was all a hoax, Remus had left the Ministry and gone straight to the site. The site of the murder. As sure as the sun was shining bright, the house that Lily, James and Harry had been residing in was nothing but a large, smoking pile of rubble. The Dark Mark still hovered above in the blue sky, though it was faded and blotchy. One could only know it was the Dark Mark if they knew exactly what had gone on there. Other than that, it appeared a slightly abnormal cloud to the eyes of a passer by.

And yes, they'll ask where you've been And you'll have to tell them again and again

He climbed through the piles of rubble, skinning his legs through his robes, staining and tearing the material on snags of concrete and puddles and piles of strangle colored substances. He walked lightly along a fallen beam to come to a 'clearing' of sorts right in the middle of all the rubble.

And you probably don't want to hear tomorrows another day But I promise you you'll see the sun again

The sun came out from behind a large black cloud on the horizon, the sunlight glinting and gleaming of one thing and one thing only. A white baby's crib. Right in the middle of a charred black circle that had a radius of at least three meters. The contents of the crib appeared untouched, perfect in every way except for the small crumples showing that a baby had lain there not long ago.

And you're asking why pains the only way to happiness And I promise you you'll see the sun again

Remus took a deep breath and wiped at a tear that had tried to escape unchecked. He turned and left the cleared circle, making his way as fast as he dared back away from the house. At the edge of the rubble he turned for one last look at the house that Lily and James had lived in. Had Harry's first birthday in. Talked, laughed and cried in. Died in.

And I promise you you'll see the sun again

Just as he turned, once again, to leave, something caught his eyes. Something that was unlike everything else that was left behind. A yellowed piece of paper, pinned down by a large piece of wood. He lifted it up and threw the piece of wood away. Underneath he found the paper and a small blue rattle with a Quidditch player painted on it.

Do you remember telling me you'd found the sweetest thing of all You said one day of this was worth dying for

He picked them up and quickly pocketed them as two Ministry workers walked onto the site.

"Excuse me, this is a restricted area. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Remus nodded and walked slowly down the street. He could still hear them as he walked.

"And over there, Peter, is the strangest thing. A Crib stood right in the middle of what looks like what might have been some sort of explosion."

So be thankful you knew them at all But it's no more

He walked slowly, making sure that he was alone before pulling out the rattle and paper. The rattle was slightly charred on one side, but other than that it was in perfect condition. He took a deep breath as a wave of grief hit him when he looked at the paper. James' handwriting was bold and vibrant on the parchment. It said "To Mr. Sirius Black, 12 Grimmaul...."

And you probably don't want to hear tomorrows another day But I promise you you'll see the sun again

Remus had gone in search of Sirius or Peter after that. He had gone to Grimmauld Place in search of Padfoot, only to find his brother, Regulus was at home. Needless to say, Remus left quickly, dodging all sorts of spells in order to keep all his limbs. Sadly but surely, he went to Godric's Hollow but Sirius wasn't there either. The house was cold and empty.

And you're asking why pains the only way to happiness And I promise you you'll see the sun again

Then he decided to try and find Peter. He flooed to Peter's house only to be told by his mother that Peter had moved out the night before.

"Last night?"

"Yes, love. In an awful hurry 'e was too."

"He never said a word!"

"Well, 'e never told me where 'e was moving to. Said that 'e 'ad a lot of things to be gettin' on wi'."

And you probably don't want to hear tomorrows another day But I promise you you'll see the sun again

Remus could feel that something fishy was going on. Peter, Lily and James secret keeper, was gone. Disappeared the night before Lily and James had died. Sirius, also disappeared, was already known to be quite hasty in his actions. Remus thought that perhaps it wasn't You Know Who or his Death Eaters killing his remaining friends he should be worrying about, but his friends making hasty assumptions and killing each other.

And you're asking why pains the only way to happiness And I promise you you'll see the sun again

Exhausted and beaten, Remus had gone back to his house to sleep. He had tried, but tossing and turning was not his idea of a good slumber. Not at all. Not sure why he could not do anything, especially sleep, he had been about to get up when he saw a letter from Lily on the carpet. He neat, perfect handwriting stung his eyes and brought immense pain to his heart.

He could have sworn that his heart had broken in that very instant. He would receive no more letters from Lily, the wife of his best friend. Never get to watch James catch another snitch. Never be named Godfather of their next child, as it was going to be.

And so he sat on his bed in his cold, dank bedroom, his head in his hands, his shoulders slumped in defeat and wept. Tears slipped from his eyes and traveled down his nose, dripping onto his stained, dirtied and crinkled robes.

But I promise you you'll see the sun again