Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter.

School is ending for summer, and it's the last time it will.

There is a week left, exactly, and the whole year seems to be caught in a mixture of terrific excitement and absolute horror. Almost every one of them, in Gryffindor house at least, is continuously alternating rapidly between the two, one minute declaring toasts to their glorious time here and the next wrapped in a tight ball on the floor, looking gloomily around their school for the last time. There is music and parties and drunken sessions of expressing absolute misery at leaving. And singing. There is a terrible amount of singing. Some stand up, towering above everybody on the arm of a chair to tell grand tales of their plans for after Hogwarts - providing they pass their NEWTs of course. Their exam results have not yet been returned to them, adding more to the building anxiousness everybody holds.

The invisible walls that stand between each house are beginning to fold in on themselves, if only beginning. Competition is heated for the final house cup, of course, but the rivalry is more playful than it once was. James and particularly Sirius still hold contempt for the Slytherins, of course, but they have stopped acting on it, apparently deciding it was better to ignore that which they felt compelled to despise.

In short, their time at Hogwarts is closing. Finality tinges everything.

Remus is terrified. He doesn't ever hit the exited stages, though not for a lack of trying. He even tried drinking, just the once, despite vowing never to, and it only served to make him more miserable, leaving him shaking until he fell asleep for far too long. He is not particularly anxious to try it again any time soon.

But he can't stand the thought of leaving this place. His stomach twists and his fingers chill whenever the idea crawls icily into his mind. And he finds it hard to forget among all this fuss. He thinks to should be immune by now.

He always used to hate sleeping, thinking it a dreadful waste of his time, and he sleeping was something he did a lot. But now he finds himself longing to do it his whole day. Sleep and sleep and sleep. Only he can't, because he is far too busy worrying.

He had joined in with the celebrations, in fact a little more actively than necessary, trying to clear his head. It failed, every time, predictably.

Simply, though, hereon out he does not know. What to do, where to go, what to try, how to live his life from here onwards. What will he do, though it is painful to think of, when his parents' lives are lived out? How long will he manage to live with others who have lives of their own to lead? Will his friends lose contact with him? They swear they won't, but he hears people all around him saying such things. James, Sirius, Peter, now Lily. They are who he has spent these seven years of his life with, more so than his parents. What will he do when life forces them into the background.

He doesn't want to cry. He wishes the tears to go away.

Don't cry don't cry you mustn't it won't do you any good you'll just feel worse after-

-you're being selfish this has been the best time of your life and you will never ever forget a moment of it so you can't-

One week. Seven days, stretching ahead from this moment, every one dense with emotion and longing and excitement and nostalgia and hope. He should sleep, in this pitch black room on the comfiest bed he's ever known on this deliciously warm summer night. He shuts his eyes, dry from his near constant rubbing of them, in the darkness.

One week, exactly. One week left, and that's it, forever. So, he tells himself, sighing into his pillow-

Enjoy.

(So why can't he just sleep?)

Author's Note: Ooh, misery. I need to stop writing these pointless drabbles of pointlessiness at like one in the morning. This is probably riddled with spelling mistakes and grammar problems. Sorry. I'll check through somewhen, but I'd love to be told about any I've missed.

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