Challenge: Big sister/little sister (liza, drabble 2)

Prompt: Remus/Sirius and grief.

Word count: 702

Sirius was made up of walls. Remus was built from scars.
Sirius had a family but they shunned him. Remus had a family who loved him.
Sirius laughed and joked and pulled pranks to hide his pain. Remus hid his behind his rules and quiet personality. But somehow they worked, they were similar yet different, the same and yet not. But they fit together like pieces of a puzzle. When one piece was gone, the puzzle could never be whole again. Try as he might, Remus would never be whole again.

It was Sirius's laugh that Remus missed the most. At nights, when they were together Sirius would always find something to laugh at. An amusing joke, Remus's rules like 'no feet on the table' or 'no food in the bedroom' to which Sirius would whine, 'not even chocolate? What if we needed it? Our nighttime activities can be very tiring you know,' and he would wink and send Remus a swoon worthy grin. Remus never swooned though, instead he would hit Sirius on the arm playfully and roll his eyes while Sirius doubled over with laughter.

"You're too uptight, Moony," he would say, "But I know the perfect way to fix that." Now Remus had no one to help him 'loosen up' he had no one to remind him that being a werewolf didn't make you a monster. He had no one to turn too, no one who could ever understand him, no one to share his burden.

He'd had Sirius, James, Peter and even Lily. Now they were all gone. Peter was a traitor, James and Lily murdered by Voldemort, and Sirius-

Sirius.

Remus choked back tears. He couldn't think of him. He'd spent so many years being told Sirius was the traitor, Sirius Black was a mass murderer, Sirius Black was an ally of Voldemort. Then the truth came out, Sirius was back, he was back! Remus hadn't realised just how much of his heart was a puzzle piece in the shape of Sirius until that night in the Shrieking Shack where he'd held his lover for the first time in twelve years. Now he was gone again, torn from him painfully. Remus watched as Sirius fell through the veil with the knowledge that this time, he was never coming back. Holding Harry back was the hardest thing he'd ever done, because he had wanted to chase after Sirius too, to pull him back to him and keep Sirius with him forever. But in the end, it was gravity who claimed him.

Sirius was the glue that held Remus together, he was the one that always made full moons bearable, and to have him taken away from him a second time was a pain worse than Remus had ever felt before.

Remus sat on the glass in front of Sirius' grave, the tears he'd tried so hard to hold back came rushing down his face like a waterfall as he looked at a picture of them thatbhe was holding, it was taken in their final year at school. Remus was curled up in his favourite arm chair, holding a book and Sirius was sitting on the arm of the chair, that infuriating smirk on his face as he draped his legs over Remus's legs. In the picture, Remus was scowling as he tried to push them off, although a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

It was such a typical scene for them, Remus's heart ached for those simple times, before his world came crashing down around him for a second time. He never knew just how much me missed that smirk, despite it's infuriating nature, until it was gone.

Remus cried openly, his grief for Sirius overcoming his stoic persona. Sirius was gone, gone to a place where Remus couldn't follow, gone to a place where he shouldn't have gone for another thirty years at least. He was gone, and in his place was an empty space where his puzzle piece should have been,

Remus placed the picture on his grave and apparated away, whispering to the wind as he left;

"I miss you, Sirius. I'll see you again one day. I love you."