Rigor Mortis
Summary: [rigor mortis: muscular stiffening following death. he wishes he was dead instead of them.]
Disclaimer: Disclaimed.
A/N: Yes, I know that rigor mortis only occurs after you die. Remus is a bit delusional right now. Or maybe he is dead. It's up to you to decide.
Switches tenses; I don't know why. Strange. NO slash.
Rigor Mortis
It isn't the same here without Sirius, Remus reflected, looking around the all-but-abandoned house. His mother's painting still hung on the wall, screaming insults and pleas and everything she could think of to get this stranger out of her house; and the Black family tree was still there, laid out on a table where Remus had been studying it, but, really, nothing was the same anymore. Harry would understand, Remus told himself, though Harry refused to set foot in the house, let alone talk to anyone. He really was taking the death awfully hard.
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He isn't getting the potion from Severus anymore. Maybe it reminds him too much of what it was like before the death, or maybe it's something else; something different. Maybe the pain of the transformation takes his mind off of everything that has been happening recently. All he knows is that it seems more agonizing than ever, and it seems that he will perish at any minute now. For a brief second, the Shrieking Shack is hauntingly silent except for the sound of his sobs.
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The house is far too cold, and he lies in bed all day, refusing to get up. He simply doesn't see the point anymore; why should he wake up now when Sirius and James never will? Sirius is dead, James is dead, and Peter is as good as dead. Remus, now, is the only one left. He pulls the blankets further over himself and waits for rigor mortis to take over.
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