Disclaimer: Not mine, non-profit, don't sue... The usual.
A/N: Please don't laugh. Please. I just had to write this.
I'm depressed and it's my way of dealing with it.
Double drabble. Department of Mysteries... The veil... You know. My farewell to denial.
Slash. Remus/Sirius, of course.
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He felt his heart breaking at the sight.
The pain and sadness were clinging, sticky, like maple syrup on his fingers. It was like a blizzard blowing through a hole in his chest, like iron ring around his lungs, like slashes of hale on his cheeks, like a void sucking out all life and freezing it, like a ten-tonne weight, like eternal eclipse.
The sun was gone, the moon froze, the stars all have fallen. Joy died. Happiness blew up, hope turned to dust and love... It… He… Proved to be as fragile as butterfly's wings.
Never in his life had he felt so utterly hollow, so devoid of all emotions except for this one: a grief impossible to bear.
"He can't come back, Harry," said Remus, his voice breaking with pain, as he struggled to keep Harry away from the veil. "He can't come back because he's d–"
Words failed him, but nobody noticed, because Harry was screaming his lungs out.
Only when he was all alone in the room with the archway, Remus allowed himself to sink to his knees and spill his bitter tears on the stone floor.
Tears over his lover, now forever gone.
