Empty Chairs At Empty Tables

Disclaimer: hey yall. I don't own the characters. Sadly they all belong to the brilliant J.K. Rowling. I sadly don't own the song either. It's a beautiful song called "Empty Chairs At Empty Tables" from Les Miserables.

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The small funeral was over as the Order member began to clean up on that dreary day in July. The service had only consisted of a few muttered words of goodbye and the burial of an empty casket. Only a few mourners had come to remember the man that they had one known.

A man with graying hair sat alone in the corner, a glass of whisky sitting untouched in front of him. A few people ventured over to offer their condolences before leaving but they were received with death ears. They all believed he was just taking the loss of a friend hard, no one had known about their relationship. The room slowly emptied until Remus sat alone. A song from his Hogwarts days drifted through his mind and he sang quietly.

"There's a grief that can't be spoken

There's a pain goes on and on

Empty chairs at empty tables

Now my friends are dead and gone.

Here they talked of revolution

Here it was they lit the flame

Here they snag about tomorrow

And tomorrow never came."

A silent tear rolled down his cheek as he stood up and his voice grew in strength, losing himself completely to the emotions that were swirling around inside him like a hurricane.

"From the table in the corner

they could see a world reborn

and they rose with voices singing

and I can hear them now

the very words that they had sung

became their last communion

on the lonely barricade at dawn."

Feeling confined, the lonely werewolf fled from the cold room and out into the drizzling graveyard. He collapsed on his knees in front of two tombstones, positioned side by side, both marking empty caskets containing nothing but memories. A cloud drifted from the moon, illuminating the engravings. 'In loving memory of James and Lily Potter, whose love was and always will be everlasting.' 'In memory of Sirius Black, who never had a full chance to live.' He traced lovingly over Sirius onyx tombstone and sang, almost as if in a trance.

"Oh my friends my friends forgive me

the I live and you and gone

there's a grief that cant be spoken

there's a pain goes on and on

Phantom faces at the window

Phantom shadows on the floor

Empty chairs at empty tables

Where my friends will meet no more."

Sobs raked his body as he traced fondly over Sirius' name. "I love you Sirius," he whispered hoarsely.

"Oh my friends my friends don't ask me

what your sacrifice was for

empty chairs at empty tables

Where my friends will sing no more."

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A/N: Thanks for reading my story. Please review, twod make me very happy. I just herd this song and thought I have to write this. I was a little unsure about Remus actually singing but oh well. Please review and thanks for reading!

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