Disclaimer- As much as I wish Remus John Lupin belonged to me, he doesn't. Neither do any of the other Harry Potter characters. I just play with them.
Finite Infinity
It is when the house is silent that Remus remembers. Ghostly memories seem to rise up from the very woodwork reenacting the past in hushed whispers. Creeping in with the stillness is the feeling that the house is as empty as a grey and barren desert, nothingness as far as the eye can see. No, the truth is, it isn't just the house; it is the whole world that is drained of all life and color. The quiet turns the world into a place where no one would hear you no matter how loud you cried. And the memories are sugared hells, bittersweet images that make the heart bleed as tears fall and smiles spread. Good or bad, it didn't matter, every recollection is like a rose, beautiful to look at it but painful to hold.
But Remus lets himself remember despite the invisible wounds the thorns leave. He remembers everything; the tears that made his heart and soul ache and the smiles that made them soar. He remembers hair, silken ebony that they both would laughingly joke could survive through a tornado without a strand out of place. Remus remembers his voice, thick as smoke rising from a winter fire and he can hear it; it's in the wind that blows through the old curtains, the creaking of the floorboards, and in the fiery roar of the fireplace. He remembers his laughter too, a laugh that made all those who heard it smile and eyes the color of frost kissed bluebells. He remembers the soft breathing of a beautiful sleeper calming him on nights he was woken by nightmares and he remembers returning the comfort when it was the beautiful sleeper haunted by bad dreams. Eyes closed now, Remus remembers the kisses, the leisured and the passionate, and can feel them ghosting across his lips. He remembers fingers that moved with gentle confidence and traced his scars like they were works of art. And Remus will never forget the endless promises of forever, a vow that their love would never have an end and that they would never be apart.
Silence ends, broken by the voices drifting into the room, and the misty shadows of the past slip back from where they came. A smile, sad and weary, spreads across Remus' lips; it's funny how short forever actually was.