Remus' Grief
A.N. This story is about Remus' thoughts surrounding the Potter's Deaths, Sirius Guilt and during POA. There will also be an small bit from SOV in the shrieking shack at the end of POA. And I don't own any of the characters. This will probably be a slight R/S slash.
Chapter 1: The day Sirius is being taken to Azkaban (sp?)
They were pulling him though the crowd. I could see the cage he was in was being pulled be Trestles. He sat behind the bars, his eyes wondering over the crowd, a vague look on his face. Then he saw me. His face suddenly became clear and desperate. As he came closer he started calling my name. The cage stopped in front of me and the Dementors walked forward to take him to the boat. But he didn't notice he was looking at me.
'Remus, please listen to me! Remus, it wasn't me!'
I couldn't believe that after all her had done he still dared to look at me. I looked him straight in the face, a face I knew so well.
'James is dead, Peter's dead; and you might as well be dead to Sirius.'
Then I turned and walked away. I didn't look back and his desperate cries fell to deaf ears.
I no longer knew Sirius Black.