A/N: It's me again :) Well, I don't have much to say now and beside, I'm sure you all want to read the story :þ

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, no surprise here.

4. Talking with Harry

Sometimes I dream. I dream of my days back at hogwarth when we were still together. There was already war at that time, yet we were so carefree and our little world was so peaceful... I remember the four of us, best friends, closer than most brothers. We had everything and we lost it so fast. I still find it hard to believe.

I should have known, I should have trusted Sirius. Why did I ever believe in Peter being finally a true Gryffindor? James and Lily died because of his betrayal and Sirius was lost because I did not listen to my instincts. Even in my grief with the wolf howling for revenge I know I should have still trusted him.

But now it's too late. I'm the only Marauder left, the Peter I knew died when he became a Deatheater. I miss him sometimes. And some other times I wish he was locked with me when the moon is high and the wolf free.

I'm losing precious time wishing for what will never be. It's stupid, I know I can't go back and change the past. Wishes won't end this bloody war. They won't give me back my friends. They won't help this child – this young man – who face me.He also lost everything, and sooner than I did.

"Can we talk, Harry?"

Yet as he nods, I don't know what to say. He looks so thin and his eyes are so full of pain it makes me want to weep. Who am I to deny him the release of death? Still I don't want him to die. I don't want to lose that last link to my past. I know it's selfish and it makes him suffer, but there must be some way for him to heal. Or do I really believe that?

"How are you?"

Stupid question, why did I ask that?

"I live."

He shrugs. We both know we can't let him die. If that happens, Voldemort wins. This is something that must not come to pass.

"You were flying."

Great one here, Remus. A fine way of talking.

"I was" he agrees. "He loved to fly."

He. Draco. Is there anyone, anything else on his mind? But at least that's who I wanted to talk about.

"So do you. Or were you flying only to remember him?"

Here, I'm getting a little better at this talk thing.

Silence. He's thinking, his green eyes looking at the sky.

"I don't know" he answer truthfully. "I... I still like to fly, but it's not the same. Not without him. I miss him so much..."

He stands there, refusing to let me comfort him. A broken child.

"Why?"

I pause, knowing that what I'm about to say will surely hurt him even more.

"I was there last year, Harry. I saw the two of you together... I know he hurt you" I finish in a whisper.

"But he cared!" he replies angrily. "I know he was a bastard, had been since our first encounter, but still..."

He sinks to the floor. I kneel in front of him, one hand on his shoulder as he goes on.

"He never lied to me, never betrayed me. He did not really love me, but he cared."

"He was using you!"

I try hard not to scream. Why did he let that Slytherin become so important to him?

"I know he did. Everybody does, one way or another. I'm Dumbledore's weapon, your friends' reminder, Dudley's punching ball, the wizarding world's savior, Voldemort's victim... Should I name more? He was simply more straightforward about it. He always told me the full truth, something Dumbledore doesn't seem to manage even now. Even when we were enemies he did not lie. Taunt me, mock me, but he always said the truth. That's all I asked for..."

He stops talking, head down. I know he's crying.

"Harry..."

He looks at me, right into my eyes, not caring about the tears that run freely down his cheeks. I see hell inside the green.

"Do you know what it's like? It is the end of all hope. To lose him, lose faith... to end all the innocence... To be someone like me... All the feelings are gone. Was it such a deadly sin – to love as I loved him? For a while I felt blessed..."

He shakes his head, his voice becoming quieter.

"But soon I'll be freed from the pain... My tale is of the most bitter truth: time repay us but with earth and dust, and a dark, silent grave... the grave I long for..."

he stays silent and so does I, unable to find any answer, any way to help him deal with his grief. Without any other word, he glances at me then mount his broom and leave. I feel like I've been stupefied. Will he ever heal?

Tbc

A/N: so, a little change of POV. I have some idea of where this story is going, but unfortunately it doesn't include what happens in the next chapter so you'll have to wait. I will probably work on my other stories and on my book. Anyone recognize the lyrics I used in Harry's speech ? (great band)

Reviews:

Tini: another great review :D I try to be as close to the originals characters as possible, but it's never easy since I'm not the one who created them. I'm sure you understand what I'm talking about.

About PoA, Sirius was really great. Remus surprised me a little, I wasn't picturing him like that, but he's OK. And Wormtail was... Wormtail.

Since being horrible to poor Harry makes good stories, I think I will try to work on my last fanfic idea, either in French or in English, or both.

Tom: you can stop dancing, I don't write faster thanks to you, especially when your chatting prevent me from writing. There will be NO HarryRemus. I doubt Harry will find anyone else soon (if he survives what will come in the next chapters) Maintenant retourne réviser ton bac. Sale gosse.