Title: The Color of Nothing

Author: StickPegasus

Pg13

disclaimer: I don't own Remus or Sirius, much as I would love to. Suing me

is ridiculous- I have no money, I'm a college student and a musician.

Summary: A distraught Remus imagines speaking to Sirius. Not too sure on the

time frame of this one- Sirius could be fresh in Azkaban, or he could have

just escaped and shown up at Hogwarts- you decide.

The Color of Nothing

I used to think that there was nothing you could do to make me hate you.

I loved you- you were my heart, my soul, my entire being.

What we had was enough to eclipse the very sun and moon

You, my bright star, outshone all.

But our future was shattered

And I want to hate you so badly.

And everything I used to think, used to know

Is all for naught. I don't know if I can hate you.

I don't think I can feel anything.

That is, except the incredible feeling of nothing

That lingers inside me. Like something critical to my life

Was torn from my soul- and nothing will be able to heal it.

I wish I could characterize it. It feels blank.

No color, no feeling, nothing palpable.

Nothing. I feel nothing.

I cannot bring myself to hate you.

I cannot bring myself to remember you well.

I cannot bring myself to forget.

I feel nothing. A deep, penetrating nothing-

Which is probably what you feel as well.

That is, if you haven't gone mad in There.

So now I can say we have nothing in common.

Funny, I feel no satisfaction from that.

In fact, I feel nothing.

But I know now that the color of nothing

Is Black.