Ghost

by chrisco

Remus thinks about how his best friend is dead--and has been for a long time. WARNING: Really really short: although I suppose that's better than a lot of blah.

Remus is sad cuz Sirius is dead. Poor Remus and Sirius. Yes, I realize this is short. You should feel lucky: I may have just saved your life from oodles more of absolute crap.

Ghost

I never realized it at the time. I was just so happy to have you back.

I never noticed.

But you were never really there.

You were a ghost.

Fragments and pieces of what once was.

You smiled, and it was strained. No real happiness.

They took all that. All you had left was knowledge of innocence.

That's not enough.

You're completely gone now.

You left in true Sirius fashion. Taunting and sneering. You always knew you were better.

And it was true. It is true.

Voices, whispers from behind the curtain. A whisp of smoke that was left behind in the corner of my eye.

And suddenly there was hope. You could come back.

But it wasn't possible. Harry realized it before I did. You aren't coming back as a ghost.

You already had. And now it's gone.