This is my first RLNT ff. My other Harry potter ff is A Second Chance it is a HGVK. I hope you like this story. If you don't though just stop reading it.

Mucho Gracias to my beta reader-Kate Glasgow Her RLNT story is really really really good so you ought to read it.

Disclaimer: don't own it but own all 5 books and an extra 2nd and 4th one.


The only noise was the soft sounds of tears streaming down cheeks. A small memorial was being held at Black Manor. The living room and the kitchen were packed with members of the Order who were grieving over the loss of Sirius Black. The lights were turned low. Some of the people in the house were having a harder time excepting the death of the so-called killer. The air was so full of grief and anticipation that you were in danger of being crushed under the cloud.

Standing in one corner all by herself was a girl with long, raven hair whose eyes were deep dark pools of black water. Her petite body was engulfed in a black sleeveless dress with a lace shroud on top. She looked like a ghost in goth disguise. Every once in a while someone would come over and try to strike up a conversation with Nymphadora Tonks, but she just wanted to be left alone with her grief. Sirius was more than just a second cousin to her. He was like a brother. He had helped her grow up and helped her understand who she was, for god sakes. Now he was gone. There was no one in the world who could fill the gaping hole that threatened to devour her soul. No one would understand that.

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Remus Lupin had snuck away from the pain downstairs to swim in his complete destitution upstairs. Sirius was one of the only people who stuck by him when they had found out he was werewolf. Sirius did more than that; he risked his life to make Remus feel like he belonged. The only other person to have done that died 15 years ago. Sirius was Remus's best friend. Why was it everyone he cared about had to desert him? What was the use of getting close to people if they were going to vanish from his life and leave a gashing hole in his spirit.

If someone had opened the door to his room, they would of a seen a shadow of the man they used to know. Remus had his head in his hands. Soft sunlight glinted off his brown hair that was slightly streaked with gray. He looked so much older than he really was. Remus's dearest wish was simply for something in his life to go right. He wanted someone who he could just have and who he wouldn't lose. But maybe a werewolf doesn't get his wishes. Maybe a werewolf doesn't deserve them to be granted. Maybe there was no hope for a werewolf. The man gave up trying to think and just fell back on to his bedraggled mattress. His shabby robes flowed like a river around him. His piercing gray eyes escaped from his glasses and showed the true hurt that was hiding deep within his tortured soul.

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Eventually the house started to clear as people had to go home and get ready for work the next morning or what ever they had to do. Soon the only people in the house were the Weasley clan with the exception of Charlie and Bill, Remus, and Tonks. Molly was cleaning furiously, the Weasley boys were talking about Quidditch, Tonks was staring off into space, obviously thinking, not realizing her eyes were changing colors with every new thought, and Arthur was trying desperately to convey his concerns to an unwilling Remus.

"I noticed you didn't stay for the whole event. Are you allright?" Arthur said with worry etched in his eyes.

"I just... needed some time to think. You know, James died and I didn't know what to think, I felt guilty for feeling sad because it is because of their death that a great evil was destroyed and I still had two other friends. Then Sirius stood accused of killing Peter, and in one swift blow I lost two more people who meant the most to me. Then, two years ago, Sirius escaped. I had my best friend back.. People who cared about me and understood me were back. And now he's gone forever, no chance of returning at all. Everyone I care about is gone. What's the use of getting attached to someone if they are just going to be torn away?" Remus said dejectedly.

"I know that we can't ever replace James and Sirius but you have to realize, we aren't going to slip away. We don't care what you are. You are you and that is what we care about. You have us. You also have Harry and he will think of you like a father now. You are very important to him and he doesn't seem to care that you are a werewolf." Arthur tried to explain.

"Yeah. I'm going to go to bed. I think that is enough for tonight. Sleep well." Remus departed.

"Molly, is he going to be allright?" Arthur asked.

"I hope so."