It was a crisp beautiful day in the city of Lot. But Sirius Black didn't notice. He didn't notice anything around him. All he knew was sorrow. His best friend, Remus Lupin, had been missing for many months. Yesterday he was officially presumed dead.
There was a small memorial service in which the Order, Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys all came together to remember Remus. It was a numbing service in which all the small shreds of hope that had survived for so long were dissolved from their hearts.
Everyone shared memories with each other – all the while trying not to think of the loneliness and torture their friend must have endured before his passing.
Everyone knew casualties were inevitable, but nonetheless, no one was prepared for Remus to be the first loss. Everyone was hit hard by the unexpected disappearance. Not only was he one of the stronger veteran members of the Order, he was the one always making others believe that everything would be all right. So when Remus, everyone's great comfort, was lost, the same question arose in everyone's mind: How could everything be okay in a world where the kindest soul is the first to go?
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A/N: Please leave a comment if you like it so far. The more I get, the faster I'll try to update. Thank you for reading. Oh, and I made up the city of Lot, in case you were wondering. Lot is a Hebrew name meaning Hidden.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to him.
