Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything.
Nothing irked him more
Than asking, "What is there
Beyond death?"
His theory once was
That love greets you,
-Mark Jarman (from Descriptions of Heaven and Hell)
There it was, his worst fear, looming overhead. It shed its milky glow over the soft, rustling grass. He braced himself for the pain, the aching sting in his bones as they morphed and molded. He closed his eyes, waiting for the tell-tale pinch all over his skin as coarse, gray hair began to sprout. His muscles tensed, waiting, waiting . . . but it never came. He opened his eyes slowly, staring up at the big, white moon. He looked down at his arms; they were the same. He examined his stomach under his shirt; it was the same. He looked at his legs, feet, hands; nothing had changed. He felt a smile creep across his lips. It was over; it was over. The monster that had lived inside of him, the monster that had held him back and tortured him was vanquished. He found he couldn't help himself; he let out a loud, ear splitting yelp. He twirled and jumped and skipped and danced under the moon. He raised his face up to its now innocuous light and felt no fear. He felt sixteen again. He felt free.
"Remus . . . " a tentative voice murmured behind him. He turned to see his wife standing before him, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. His grin widened and he bounded forward, catching her up in his now strong arms. He whirled her around under the stars, laughing uproariously. She soon joined in and they shared in their first truly carefree moment and man and wife.
"Where are we?" she asked finally when they had settled on the soft grass, her head resting on his chest.
"Heaven," he answered, the words feeling like honey on his lips. "We're in heaven."
A/N: I am still so sad that JK killed Remus. He was always my favorite so I wanted to give him a little peace Please review. It was so depressing not seeing any reviews for the last chapter. (and it really was my Birthday so you all can feel ashamed of yourselves)