I am JKR and am richer than the Queen of England. If you believe this you
are the world's most gullible person.
A/n you love me!! And to the person who said I couldn't spell (you said it really nice) I know spell checker doesn't catch every mistake; I failed like all of my spelling tests in school. It's a wonder of the world that I will be in Spanish 2, instead of reading with the world's shortest teacher.
Remus sat there alone by the lake; he knew that what he felt was probably 1 percent of what Harry felt. Harry had guilt, but Remus knew it was his fault, not Harry's. The passion and renewal of life he had felt at Number 12 was gone. Sure it brought back memories of Sirius, but Hogwarts was unbearable. Every good memory was here; he closed his eyes to fight back the tiers he knew he could not stop. He had lost everyone.
"Dear God", he prayed, "bring them back. All of them; James, Lily, Sirius, I don't like being alone. Why am I left? LORD? What do I have to give the world? I know I have Harry. Please God make this go away. You gave me friends and then took them away. Please. How many times have you answered prayers? Most of them go unheard. Jesus, my savior; I need your hope. I need to have the strength to be a man, to wake up tomorrow. It hurts. I want to die. When is it my turn? When will I be with my friends? I know you can hear me. Please LORD, send me a sign. All of this I ask in your name AMEN." Remus needed hope. God always provided hope. He sensed he was being watched; slowly he turned his tear streaked face around to see Harry Potter looking at him.
"I thought I would find you here." He said with false cheer.
"You looked at the map?"
"Yes I did. Professor you can't beat yourself up. It hurts me to, I never knew my parents. He was like a father to me."
"And he was like a brother to me." Remus said threw choked sobs.
"Do you believe in God, Heaven, and in miracles?" It was more of a statement then the formulation of words made it out to be.
"Yes, Harry I do."
"Then they are here in our heart. Their words, their dreams, and their hopes can live on can't they?"
"I feel like I am having a conversation with your father." And for the first time he smiled.
"Is that a good thing?" Harry asked quietly.
"As long as you don't hex me", he said getting up.
"Don't leave me", Harry said suddenly.
"What?" Remus asked the question had been totally unexpected.
"Don't leave me." He repeated.
Remus wanted to hug Harry and tell him he wouldn't leave him alone. But that would probably be a lie. "Harry if I die", this wasn't gonna be easy. "I'll be happy. You can understand that can't you?" Harry looked at him. "Living is something I don't want to do anymore."
"What would you do if I say the same thing?" He said
"Tell you that you are the hope of the whole world. We are all small potatoes compared to you. If you die, Harry the whole world dies."
"Right but I don't want to lose anyone else." Harry said, "Maybe I should just make myself an outcast until the war is over."
"Harry, that has logic. But I hate to tell you that would not work. What would Sirius think? I bet he is telling you parents that his godson is still crying about him, wishing he was not dead. Then laughing at me, all three of them. Maybe not Lily, but James and Sirius would. Now I believe we are missing diner. Unless you want to steal from the house elves we should get going."
"Professor?"
"Yes Harry?"
"Does this help?"
"Does what help?"
"Talking, because it helps me."
"Yes Harry it does help."
They walked up to the castle together. Remus knew something that day. Harry James Potter was more like James, Lily, and Sirius. God had answered his prayer. For now he had hope, but memories still hurt. Moony still hurt. Forever he would howl for his pack. An unanswered howl.
A/n *looks at readers* Thank you for reading my really sad fic, some parts made my cry (I think it had something to do with the song I was listing to) Now it is your turn to make my day see that perdy little button on the bottom left hand corner ( I think) of the screen? Click it and review.
A/n you love me!! And to the person who said I couldn't spell (you said it really nice) I know spell checker doesn't catch every mistake; I failed like all of my spelling tests in school. It's a wonder of the world that I will be in Spanish 2, instead of reading with the world's shortest teacher.
Remus sat there alone by the lake; he knew that what he felt was probably 1 percent of what Harry felt. Harry had guilt, but Remus knew it was his fault, not Harry's. The passion and renewal of life he had felt at Number 12 was gone. Sure it brought back memories of Sirius, but Hogwarts was unbearable. Every good memory was here; he closed his eyes to fight back the tiers he knew he could not stop. He had lost everyone.
"Dear God", he prayed, "bring them back. All of them; James, Lily, Sirius, I don't like being alone. Why am I left? LORD? What do I have to give the world? I know I have Harry. Please God make this go away. You gave me friends and then took them away. Please. How many times have you answered prayers? Most of them go unheard. Jesus, my savior; I need your hope. I need to have the strength to be a man, to wake up tomorrow. It hurts. I want to die. When is it my turn? When will I be with my friends? I know you can hear me. Please LORD, send me a sign. All of this I ask in your name AMEN." Remus needed hope. God always provided hope. He sensed he was being watched; slowly he turned his tear streaked face around to see Harry Potter looking at him.
"I thought I would find you here." He said with false cheer.
"You looked at the map?"
"Yes I did. Professor you can't beat yourself up. It hurts me to, I never knew my parents. He was like a father to me."
"And he was like a brother to me." Remus said threw choked sobs.
"Do you believe in God, Heaven, and in miracles?" It was more of a statement then the formulation of words made it out to be.
"Yes, Harry I do."
"Then they are here in our heart. Their words, their dreams, and their hopes can live on can't they?"
"I feel like I am having a conversation with your father." And for the first time he smiled.
"Is that a good thing?" Harry asked quietly.
"As long as you don't hex me", he said getting up.
"Don't leave me", Harry said suddenly.
"What?" Remus asked the question had been totally unexpected.
"Don't leave me." He repeated.
Remus wanted to hug Harry and tell him he wouldn't leave him alone. But that would probably be a lie. "Harry if I die", this wasn't gonna be easy. "I'll be happy. You can understand that can't you?" Harry looked at him. "Living is something I don't want to do anymore."
"What would you do if I say the same thing?" He said
"Tell you that you are the hope of the whole world. We are all small potatoes compared to you. If you die, Harry the whole world dies."
"Right but I don't want to lose anyone else." Harry said, "Maybe I should just make myself an outcast until the war is over."
"Harry, that has logic. But I hate to tell you that would not work. What would Sirius think? I bet he is telling you parents that his godson is still crying about him, wishing he was not dead. Then laughing at me, all three of them. Maybe not Lily, but James and Sirius would. Now I believe we are missing diner. Unless you want to steal from the house elves we should get going."
"Professor?"
"Yes Harry?"
"Does this help?"
"Does what help?"
"Talking, because it helps me."
"Yes Harry it does help."
They walked up to the castle together. Remus knew something that day. Harry James Potter was more like James, Lily, and Sirius. God had answered his prayer. For now he had hope, but memories still hurt. Moony still hurt. Forever he would howl for his pack. An unanswered howl.
A/n *looks at readers* Thank you for reading my really sad fic, some parts made my cry (I think it had something to do with the song I was listing to) Now it is your turn to make my day see that perdy little button on the bottom left hand corner ( I think) of the screen? Click it and review.