Remus' POV

I blink and open my eyes. I remember taking a walk earlier and I am still leaning against that tree. It is getting dark now.

There is someone calling my name. I can hear them shouting over by the house.

I groan and stand up slowly. I wrap my arms around my bare chest and stagger out from under the tree. I scowl towards the house, trying to remember who that voice belongs to.

Somebody is running towards me. He, I think it is a he, has scruffy black hair, glasses and green eyes. My scowl deepens.

"Remus!" he pants as he reaches me. "You scared us, what are you doing out here dressed like that?"

I stare at him, trying to remember.

"Remus?" he sounds worried now.

"James?" I hazard.

He blinks,

"No, Remus, I'm Harry. I'm James' son. Don't you remember?"

"Harry," I smile. "That's right, your name is Harry."

"Come back to the house, Remus," he encourages me.

I nod slowly and follow him back.

Third Person POV

Harry entered the dinning room after taking Remus back to bed. He dropped down into a chair and buried his head in his arms.

"Is he ok?" Hermione asked quietly.

"What do you think?" Harry snapped, then took a deep breath and looked up, "I'm sorry. I think he is calm, but he can't seem to remember very easily. I guess he is starting to go mad."

Hermione nodded sadly,

"Yes, all the information I have indicates that the werewolf goes mad with grief before dying."

"But he was, well, not fine, but he wasn't showing any signs of this! I'm sure he wasn't…" Harry looked back over the time he had spent with Remus, trying to see if anything he had done might suggest he would go down hill so suddenly.

"Harry, I'm not sure but I think Remus has been on the verge of this for a long time. He has been hiding it for years, probably since he saw Sirius fall. I'm sorry, Harry, but we might be too late…"

"Don't say that!" Harry's temper started to get the better of him.

"Mate, we don't mean we won't still try…" Ron looked to Hermione for conformation.

"Of course not," she agreed, "we go ahead as planned. I just thought you should know…"

Harry nodded slowly.

Remus' POV

Harry, yes his name is Harry Potter. He is the son of my friends James Potter and Lily Potter, previously Lily Evans. He is friends with Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. They used to go to school at Hogwarts. Harry defeated Lord Voldemort. Harry's godfather is Sirius Black. James, Lily and Sirius are dead. Sirius was my Mate.

I remember now.

Have you any idea how scary it is to forget who you are? Or to know that you are loosing your mind?

It all came back in a rush and for the briefest moment I was delighted. I remember being happy in Sirius' arms and laughing with James. I remember the flat the three of us bought after school before James moved in with Lily.

Now I remember getting the news about James and Lily.

I remember the veil.

I have lost them all over again. I broke down and cried. Actual tears this time. I curl up on my bed and cry for my friends, who died far to young, for Harry, who is orphaned, for Sirius, who deserved better, and for myself, who continues alone.

I glance at the photo album on the floor but I don't reach for it. I can't stomach the thought of looking at myself happy right now.

Later

I sit on the edge of my bed and stare at the door. I am hungry now, I guess that a week without food tends to do that to you.

I'm going to go down to find some.

I find Harry and Ron in the kitchen. They look surprised to see me.

"Remus?" Harry let's me guess the question.

"I'm hungry," I tell him.

"Sit down," he tells me, "we'll get you something." Ron nods his agreement.

I nod and sink into a chair.

After a few minutes sandwich, an apple and a large slab of chocolate are put before me, then a mug of tea. I nod my thanks and start to pull the crust off of the sandwich, eating it slowly.

"Remus," Harry wants my attention so I lift my face to him. "Remus, do you remember who we are?"

I blink and tears appear in my eyes,

"Yes…" my voice sounds croaky, like Sirius' after Azkaban…

He nods,

"You remember everything?"

"Yes…" a tear runs down my cheek.

"Oh, Remus…" he pulls me into his arms and I sob quietly.

Later

I'm not hungry anymore, but I can't say that I feel better.

Harry, Ron and Hermione say that they are on to something. They seem to think they can make it all better.

I would love to believe that they could, because that would mean they could bring my Mate back from the dead. However, I have to be realistic. The chances are that they have found something that promises to do just that. However, it would truly bring my Mate back as a zombie or something equally terrible.

I turn the knife over in my hand, looking at the sharpness of the blade.

I sigh as I study the first picture in the album again.

"Where did it all go wrong?" I ask Sirius.

When we made friends with Peter, he tells me.

I shake my head,

"I don't believe he was always evil, Padfoot."

No, Sirius agrees, but he was always a worthless little…

At this point my imaginary Sirius starts to rant until I'm not listening to his words anymore, just his strangely comforting voice.

"You're dead, you know," I tell him, "and I'm sure hearing voices is a bad sign."

Sirius laughs and tells me not to worry so much.

"I love you," I tell him.

My mind imagines Sirius making an over-the-top declaration of his love for me. The way he used to.

I smile softly at this image and lift the knife to my wrist. I scowl as I hear something trying to attract my attention.

A faint murmuring, but I don't know where it is from.

Then suddenly,

"Moony!" Sirius' voice.

"Sirius?" the link, God, I can feel it again.

"Yes! I haven't much time Love, I am not meant to be here at all, but you know me and rules… Anyway, I want you to hang on a little longer, Love. Hermione will soon find something that will help. Hang in there, ok, Moony?"

"Padfoot?"

"Yes, it's me. Did you understand what I said?"

I nod slowly,

"How long?" I ask quietly.

"Two weeks maximum, my Love," he tells me.

The link is severed and I let out a soft whimper.

"Hearing voices…" I mutter, "I'm going insane…"

The link though, my mind reminds me, it would be hard to fully imagine that.

So, I think, if I am not insane that means I just spoke to a man who has been dead for four years.

Which sounds more likely?

Two weeks. I cannot take the chance. I must heed the message. I would to anything for my Mate.

I let the knife drop from my hand.

"Two weeks. Yes, I'll hang on for two more weeks. I promise, my Love."

I get up from the bed and pick up the knife. I carry it back to the kitchen.

Molly gives me a shocked look as I hand it to her.

"Please make sure I don't get my hands on one of these again," I scowl at her, then return to my room.

Authors notes:

I am not sure if I like the section with Sirius or not. It had to be there, I think, because Remus needs to be encouraged to hang in there and I imagine Sirius would do anything to help. But I totally understand if you don't like it... I don't know, it just doesn't sit right with me. Shrugs. Anyway, thanks for all the positive reviews. Things will get better, and this will have a happy ending, but I don't know when! Thanks again! ;)