Remus' POV

I really cannot face my photos now.

No longer are they of a younger version of myself being happy. It is me being happy.

I am once again in the body of my 21-year-old self.

No. I cannot take this. It is too much.

This body contains the wolf too, only this wolf does not have the memories of the 40-year-old one. He is wondering where his Mate is. He doesn't understand that we are alone…

I feel his confusion, and his tentative understanding. He waits for the full moon though, and for proof.

At the full moon he will howl until we are hoarse. He will call for Padfoot. He will call for his Mate.

Padfoot won't come, like Sirius won't come.

What was it that I did wrong so as to deserve this fate?

Dumbledore stands by his belief that things always happen for a reason, so what is the reason? I don't understand…

I tried so hard, over the years… At school I worked hard and was generally well behaved. After school I never retaliated against those who hurt me, I turned the other cheek, so to speak.

I was good, I am sure I was good…

I am crying now and I cannot stop.

Sirius. I would give up everything I own to be with him… But I don't own anything… only that photo album.

I'm going to go to sleep. In twelve hours I can die. That is when the two weeks end.

Third Person POV

"I don't understand what happened…" Harry murmured.

"Maybe they felt he didn't deserve… err… whatever it was we wanted for him…" Ron suggested.

"No… I think they accepted my request. I think they think this is what he wants."

"I'm sure he did want his life back," Hermione nodded, "but he wanted it to be with Sirius.

"He needed it to be with Sirius…"

Ron sighed,

"So what do we do?"

Harry shook his head,

"I don't know. I still don't understand why they didn't help…"

"They are the Greater Powers," Hermione sighed. "I suppose they can see the bigger picture and decided it would be better for Remus to die…"

"That is rubbish… Remus deserves to live a happy life with Sirius. It is that simple!" Harry snapped.

"Maybe he would be happier with Sirius is… heaven, or wherever dead people go…" Ron spoke quietly.

"Maybe…" Harry buried his face in his hands. "Maybe…"

Remus' POV

I cannot sleep.

This younger version of my body isn't tired out easily like my old one. It has more energy.

I walk downstairs and grab a mug of tea and an apple.

I walk outside and sit on the patio. I look around, but there is nobody insight. I don't know where they are, though I suppose they are at work or university.

I eat my apple as I let my thoughts wander.

I can feel the pull of the moon. If I weren't going to die tomorrow I would be transforming in two days.

I finish my snack and realise I have nothing to do.

I feel bored; and strangely like something is tugging at me. Something I cannot place and has no direction. It is merely the feeling that I have overlooked something very important.

I scowl, trying to place the feeling, but cannot. All I know is that it means me no harm, so cannot be the moon.

I shrug and walk inside. Maybe I will find a book to occupy me.

Later

There is a loud crack as Harry apperates into the living room. He jumps when he spots me, curled up with a book on the sofa.

"Remus, hi," he greets me.

"Hello," I reply, resting the book on my lap.

"I have been meaning to tell you how sorry…"

"No, Harry," I tell him, "it is quite all right. You tried to help me, and that means a lot. You have nothing to be sorry for."

"You seem better…" he suggests, a mild hope in his eyes.

I nod,

"This is my body as it was when I was 21, and the wolf is from that time too. The reality for loosing my Mate hasn't hit it yet. Make no mistake, though, I feel terrible."

He nods slowly,

"How long will you stay?" he asks quietly. I should have known he would know my plans.

"I promised Sirius until tomorrow," I tell him.

His eyes widen, but he doesn't argue,

"I'll miss you, Remus."

I smile softly,

"We will meet again, in the next life."

He nods and tears appear in his eyes,

"I understand. Are you going to tell the others?"

I shake my head,

"They will only take me to St Mungo's… I need to do this my own way, Harry, please?"

He nods,

"Ok…

"I love you…" he blurts suddenly.

I smile and hold out my arm to him and envelop him in a hug,

"I love you too."

Later

Finally. It is the morning of my last day on this Earth.

I sigh with relief and hurry downstairs. I grab a knife from the kitchen and head back to my room.

I pass Harry on the stairs. He bites his lip when he sees the knife in my hand.

I pause,

"I'm sorry Harry," I tell him.

"What for?"

"For not being the parent you needed…" it feels so strange to be talking to him in my young body. My body that appears only one year older than his.

"It's ok," he forgives me, "you tried. And you were going through a terrible time."

He pauses,

"I am happy that you will find peace…"

I grasp his arm,

"Thank you, Harry."

I enter my room and close the door.

"This is it, Love," I murmur to Sirius, "I will join you soon."

I reach for the photo album, hesitate, then open it once again to the front page.

I look at the people in the photo. All dead, I realise, in only a few minutes we will all be dead. I am the only one left and I will join them shortly.

I hear a loud crack from downstairs. I assume Harry has headed off for the day. For him to hang around would be suspicious.

I lift the knife to my wrist and press down gently.

"For you, Sirius…" I murmur as I increase the pressure.

Third Person POV

Harry folded his arms before him on the table and dropped his head onto them. Upstairs the last of the marauders was committing suicide.

"Where did everything go so wrong?" he asked the silent room.

He sighed and got himself a glass of water.

"Should I let myself be the one to find him?" he asked, once again out loud.

"Find who?" Ron walked in.

"A teacher," Harry replied automatically. "I need to see him, but don't know if I should or not."

Ron shrugged,

"Dunno, are you in trouble?"

"I don't know," Harry told him. "I don't suppose the meeting will be pleasant."

Suddenly a loud crack filled the room and a dark-haired man appeared before them. He dropped to his knees with a gasp, as if fighting for breath after nearly having drowned.

Harry and Ron grabbed their wands and pointed them at the stranger. He appeared young, say early twenties, and had shoulder length black hair which had fallen in front of his eyes. He was wearing black muggle jeans and a dark grey T-shirt.

"Who are you?" Harry demanded.

The man pushed his hair out of his eyes and turned to Harry.

"Harry!" he exclaimed. "Quick, where is Moony?"

Harry gapped at him,

"Sirius?"

"Who the hell else where you expecting! Where is Moony? Quick, before he does something stupid!"

"Sirius?" Ron echoed Harry.

Sirius rolled his eyes,

"YES! It's me! Where is Moony?"

Author notes:

Heh heh. Maybe I am being cruel, stopping here, but it keeps you on your toes! Anyway, thank you to everyone who has reviewed this, your comments really do make me feel good. I am sorry if the last chapter was confusing. I have tried to explain it more in this one without altering the flow of the story. Once again I reassure you, this is not the end! I just like to leave you hanging. Thanks again for your support.

PS please do not spend too much money on tissues over my story... it isn't meant to be that sad!

PPS please to not kill yourself over this story. If you do I will stop writing it!

PPPS the beg for a 21-year-old Sirius has been forfilled, but this is what I planned, so be happy we are on the same wavelength!

PPPPS it is friday, so I may update again tonight, but I make no promises...