The last of us
Remus stood in the garden where a silent gathering surrounded him. In front of him stood Harry Potter. Remus's hands were white with the strength of his grip on Harry's shoulder yet Harry didn't flinch but had laid his hand over Remus's.
The rest of the order stood around them, the garden was now the last resting place of Sirius Black. Yet without a body it was not a funeral but a remembrance, a memorial. Harry had arrived at the headquarters of the order a week ago and had at once asked if this could be performed. He had been adamant that Sirius should be remembered and should be given a proper goodbye. No one came back from beyond the veil so what exactly they should say goodbye too had been a lengthy debate.
Yet here raised a little of the ground stood a square golden plate on which was engraved simply
'To a loving Godfather, Protector and Friend'
Remus had not believed the sight that he had witnessed, as laughing his friend had fell to his death. As he pulled Harry back and uttered the words 'He's gone' and then shouted 'He's dead Harry' he was sure they had not come from his own mouth, but from some faraway place which had no place in reality. He had not believed that his friend had fallen; it was not his time of that he had been sure. Like James he had died to protect the boy that I comfort now. The boy that after weeks of no communication with the order had suddenly appeared and seemed strong, undefeated. But in Harry's eyes lay the wisdom that had made his eyes grow cold, distant and lifeless. His eyes had seen a thousand nightmares and it had dulled the glow of innocence that had once been so plain to see. Remus's heart had broken so many times in his life but his hurt had been distanced not a continuous, relentless tirade of loss that this young sixteen year old had suffered.
Why did you take him? I must ask that question, I need to know the answer but I know I will never receive it. I've waited fifteen long years for the answer to why James and Lilly were taken and still I have no answer. Not having understanding is the longest regret that will plague the mind of a loved one long after the ghost has been laid to rest, long after they have learnt to live day to day with the pain with the hurt. Harry was undergoing that constant struggle and Remus had witnessed his recovery from the very darkest depths of his despair to the living of each day the coping the surviving.
Remus knew as he had lived almost the same thing. At first disbelief had dulled my senses and an inability to believe the fate of my friend. Then when I believed I was angry I went out with the Order and blew up a few Death eaters unfortunately not the women who had killed Sirius. The grasping murderer who had taken another of my friends. She had taken his life and had enjoyed it had revelled in the pain, in the death, in the murder. The evil in her soul had rejoiced as she had struck down her enemy, the noble, the deserving. What right to life did she have? None. She was not living she was a skeleton of a soul, without emotion, without life all she possessed to treasure in the world was a abyss which was as black as her heart. She still bled though and one day she would bleed for Sirius, then my friend you will be at peace.
It is my time to speak now I know it is but my voice is hoarse with emotion and I know I will cry.
'Here lies a man that loved life. He was always to be seen with a smirk on his face the promise of mischief, he was my friend. He was a man who lay down his life to save those he loved. He was honourable. But as I look at all of you now I wonder why you are so sad, true we have lost a person who will be missed greatly but Sirius would not want you to cry all the tears you have, Sirius was not a person of tears but of laughter. He loved to make people laugh perhaps more so he loved to laugh at other people. I should now I was on the receiving end many a time. So for the people among us who knew him then laugh with me its what he would of wanted. He was a Marauder, a maker of mischief and the most loyal and protective man you could ever wish for. I'm the last of the Marauders now and in memory of my dear friend 'I do solemnly swear I am up to no good.'
At this I see a ghost of a smile pass Harry's face. Harry had not wanted to speak he claimed he had already said all he wanted or needed to say to Sirius. Now Harry Potter we are alike for we have no one left, but we are not quite alone are we? Yet he was the last of us Harry.
Remus stood in the garden where a silent gathering surrounded him. In front of him stood Harry Potter. Remus's hands were white with the strength of his grip on Harry's shoulder yet Harry didn't flinch but had laid his hand over Remus's.
The rest of the order stood around them, the garden was now the last resting place of Sirius Black. Yet without a body it was not a funeral but a remembrance, a memorial. Harry had arrived at the headquarters of the order a week ago and had at once asked if this could be performed. He had been adamant that Sirius should be remembered and should be given a proper goodbye. No one came back from beyond the veil so what exactly they should say goodbye too had been a lengthy debate.
Yet here raised a little of the ground stood a square golden plate on which was engraved simply
'To a loving Godfather, Protector and Friend'
Remus had not believed the sight that he had witnessed, as laughing his friend had fell to his death. As he pulled Harry back and uttered the words 'He's gone' and then shouted 'He's dead Harry' he was sure they had not come from his own mouth, but from some faraway place which had no place in reality. He had not believed that his friend had fallen; it was not his time of that he had been sure. Like James he had died to protect the boy that I comfort now. The boy that after weeks of no communication with the order had suddenly appeared and seemed strong, undefeated. But in Harry's eyes lay the wisdom that had made his eyes grow cold, distant and lifeless. His eyes had seen a thousand nightmares and it had dulled the glow of innocence that had once been so plain to see. Remus's heart had broken so many times in his life but his hurt had been distanced not a continuous, relentless tirade of loss that this young sixteen year old had suffered.
Why did you take him? I must ask that question, I need to know the answer but I know I will never receive it. I've waited fifteen long years for the answer to why James and Lilly were taken and still I have no answer. Not having understanding is the longest regret that will plague the mind of a loved one long after the ghost has been laid to rest, long after they have learnt to live day to day with the pain with the hurt. Harry was undergoing that constant struggle and Remus had witnessed his recovery from the very darkest depths of his despair to the living of each day the coping the surviving.
Remus knew as he had lived almost the same thing. At first disbelief had dulled my senses and an inability to believe the fate of my friend. Then when I believed I was angry I went out with the Order and blew up a few Death eaters unfortunately not the women who had killed Sirius. The grasping murderer who had taken another of my friends. She had taken his life and had enjoyed it had revelled in the pain, in the death, in the murder. The evil in her soul had rejoiced as she had struck down her enemy, the noble, the deserving. What right to life did she have? None. She was not living she was a skeleton of a soul, without emotion, without life all she possessed to treasure in the world was a abyss which was as black as her heart. She still bled though and one day she would bleed for Sirius, then my friend you will be at peace.
It is my time to speak now I know it is but my voice is hoarse with emotion and I know I will cry.
'Here lies a man that loved life. He was always to be seen with a smirk on his face the promise of mischief, he was my friend. He was a man who lay down his life to save those he loved. He was honourable. But as I look at all of you now I wonder why you are so sad, true we have lost a person who will be missed greatly but Sirius would not want you to cry all the tears you have, Sirius was not a person of tears but of laughter. He loved to make people laugh perhaps more so he loved to laugh at other people. I should now I was on the receiving end many a time. So for the people among us who knew him then laugh with me its what he would of wanted. He was a Marauder, a maker of mischief and the most loyal and protective man you could ever wish for. I'm the last of the Marauders now and in memory of my dear friend 'I do solemnly swear I am up to no good.'
At this I see a ghost of a smile pass Harry's face. Harry had not wanted to speak he claimed he had already said all he wanted or needed to say to Sirius. Now Harry Potter we are alike for we have no one left, but we are not quite alone are we? Yet he was the last of us Harry.
