Love Makes One Do Stupid Things

Ch. #1: A Very Dark and Gloomy Day Indeed

By: Miyamashi

Author's Note: This fic takes place sometime AFTER Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I got the idea for it at choir camp in the wee hours of the night. I must warn my readers that there are two types of fics that I write. The first is a group of highly insane, often completely nonsensical comedies. The second is a group of highly ironic angst/romance fics in which I rampantly kill my favorite characters. This is a fic of the second kind. But do not fear, I like happy endings.

Also note that this fic will probably have to be deemed an AU, but that's okay. I just had some weird inspiration and decided to write it down.

Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin (AKA: The One True Way) If you don't like it, buzz off.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the places used in this fic. I don't even delude myself into believing that I do. This also means that I don't own any of the money made off of said places and characters, so suing me would be silly. Just having a bit of harmless fun. No offense to JK Rowling or the world she has created.

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It was a very dark and gloomy day for the current inhabitants of Number Twelve, Grimmauld place, and they were all setting up for a very dark and gloomy dinner.

That is, all but one man. He was the Werewolf and Ex-Professor Remus J. Lupin. He'd been having a considerably more dark and gloomy day than everybody else, and had receded to his room to sulk, but seeing as the dark and gloomy dinner was almost ready, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger set up to get him.

What they found was not what they had expected.

Lupin was sleeping very peacefully in his bed. In fact, he seemed so peaceful, it looked as if he wasn't even breathing.

What a silly thought.

Hermione felt kind of bad waking him, seeing as he seemed so calm, but she still reached out to nudge his shoulder and jerk him from his dreams. Suddenly, the brown-haired girl noticed something.

Her earlier thought wasn't nearly as silly as she'd first suspected.

Remus Lupin was not breathing.

Remus Lupin was dead.

He was very obviously dead, judging by the rigor mortis that greeted Hermione's outstretched hand.

She screamed.

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Harry and Ron both stepped past their friend, trying to see what was the matter. After a moment of shocked silence, Ron made a pitiable squeaking sound and stumbled backwards. Harry just gaped.

As The Boy Who Lived continued to ogle at the figure in front of him, he couldn't help but to wonder why his previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, whom he happened to like a great deal, had suddenly and unexpectedly died.

His first thought was that somebody had managed to break into the room and use the worst of the forbidden curses, avada kedavra on the man, but Harry knew from personal experience that people who died from that particular curse had a look of extreme shock on their faces. Lupin, on the other hand looked very calm and--Dare he think it?--almost content.

Harry was suddenly jerked from his land of thought by a retching sound coming from a certain redhead boy behind him. Hermione started to sob fitfully, occasionally making a feeble hiccupping noise. Harry stared at his two best friends for a moment before he dropped to the ground and started shaking.

Not another one…

So much death…

No more…

Please…

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Being dead felt a great deal different than Remus had anticipated. His soul was currently drifting in a great, black void, and he felt quite warm and fuzzy inside.

Then, he noticed something that made his warm fuzziness skyrocket.

It was the light. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and it was filtering through the blackness, beckoning to him. He smiled and began to drift peacefully toward it. Just ahead of him was what he wanted.

When he was just moments away from the wonderful light, he saw the beginnings of a silhouette. It was the form of a tall man with elbow length hair, and it was reaching out to him. Remus held out his hands toward the figure of Sirius Black, and when their proverbial fingers were just touching, Remus realized that he had made a terrible mistake.

He was being selfish. He had left behind the people who needed him.

With that slight pang of guilt, the werewolf felt himself being dragged away from the light. His fingers slipped out of Sirius' grasp.

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On that dark and gloomy day, the remaining inhabitants of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place flooded into the room of Remus Lupin to find three traumatized teenagers and an extremely miserable ghost.

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Author's Note: Thanks for reading! Next chapter coming eventually. (Hopefully in the next couple of days) Reviews are appreciated. Very much so. ^.^ (Also, I'm sure you noticed that this fic is in desperate need of a new title. If you have any ideas, input would be nice. Thanks!)