Clouded
Summary: Remus remembers. Soon I'll have a "series" of angst fics, sheesh!
Disclaimer: I don't own Remus Lupin(Darn it!), James Potter(Darn it!), Lily Evans(Darn it!), Sirius Black(Darn it!), Peter Pettigrew, or Harry Potter(Darn it!).
The moon.
Clouded by darkened skies.
As are his eyes.
He stares into the darkness, amber eyes misty with memory.
Lily and James. Sirius. Peter.
Names that once brought a smile to his face tighten his saddened features.
Is it all gone?
It is like a children's toy. A puzzle worn with age. The child grows old. Pieces are thrown out, but one last piece remains, hiding under the bed.
He is the piece. He is the only one left.
The last member of their connection; the one who brought them together.
The moon brings memories. Not of recent times; lonely howls under the moon, but memories of playing with his friends, almost human. Almost. Padfoot. Prongs. Wormtail.
Has it really fallen?
He lets out a sigh as he stares up at the almost-moon.
Is it time to let it all go?
He tears his eyes from the moon and to the falling snow.
He gives a small smile; memories of snowball fights and enchanted snowmen. Lily and James kissing under the mistletoe; Sirius waking everyone up, hollering Christmas carols. Presents, wrapped in bright paper and ripped open eagerly.
He is the last one left. He does not deserve this honor...
Sirius should have lived. Sirius, with his barking laugh and hot temper.
Lily and James, betrayed.
Lily. James. How they loved each other. How they loved Harry.
He closes his eyes, remembering. Remembering Harry's coos of 'Moony' and 'Pahfooh'. Remembering his smiles and tugs at his parents' hair.
It is not fair.
But it has never been fair, has it?
Another war has come.
It is not time to linger on the past.
And as he turns away, he whispers dismally to the night, "I miss you."