Remus was now sitting on a rock near an old ficus that was in the less comment area of the Hogwarts grounds.
This area was not as well kept as the rest of the grounds. The grass was yellowish and thin, and the tree that Remus was sitting by was the only one around. Once in a while student was sitting there, looking for a place to study quietly.
But not now, not in the summer break.
He sat there, empty from any kind of emotion, trampling slightly on the dry ground.
He knew that the next step will be the flooding.
A strange mixture of emotions that carries the body into a battle of happiness against sadness, of love against hate.
He already knew that feeling from that horrible fall night that after it James was not here anymore, the night he was alone.
"Sirius". He whispered the name with pain.
He bitted his lips, while a tiny tear crossing his face.
He whispered again, this time a bit louder, "Sirius".
Remus felt that maybe if he says that name enough, He will be here, with him, as if nothing happened.
He got of the rock, looking at the sky.
"Sirius", this time he shouted.
Tears were covering his face.
It was dark now, and the moon shined, almost full.
Remus stood on his toes, stretching his left hand, as hoping to get to moon, to Sirius.
He fell on his knees, closing his flooded eyes.
He did not know what got him to do that, but suddenly he stood up and looked at one of the very few clouds of the sky of that night, maybe with a little hope that maybe Sirius will be there, maybe he will come back…
He saw something unclear, but after a few seconds he realized what that thing was.
It was the grim.