Explanation: I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I had to write another short story. So here it is, the second instalment to a series of short stories.
Disclaimer: Remember what I said about the toast. J.K Rowling owns all. Oh, and I stole a line off HBP. But it's altered . So, onto the story.
----Remus is sick of it. He's sick and tired of it, and he doesn't want to face it anymore. He's sick of the sympathetic looks, and the constant questions. He's sick of the way everything reminds him of Sirius. He's sick of the memories. He's sick of the voice in his head, reminding him that he has nothing left, nothing to live for.
You're alone now.
I know.
You've got nothing, no one…I know.
It's full moon in two daysI know.
And you're going to be alone. He isn't going to be here, this time.
I know.
Silence. Then-
It was your fault, you know. You could have done something, gone and saved him. But you just stood there. And watched it happen.
I know!
He could be here, right now. But he's dead. Because of you…
I KNOW!
And then it comes. It all comes. The guilt, rushing up to meet him. The fear, because he's alone now. The loss…because Sirius is gone. And he knows, he knows, he knows! So why must it hurt him, taunt him?
Remus is breaking inside.
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It's dark inside the shack. The little bit of sunlight that could have filtered through the cracks, to bring a feeble bit of light into the shack, refuses to come. But this time, Remus isn't alone.
"Moony? Moony, wake up, mate. James? Prongs, wake up. Where's Peter?"
"M'here."
"Time to go, you lot. Pomfrey will be here soon."
Muttering. Creaking boards. The rustle of clothes.
Remus doesn't want them to go.
Sirius knows. "Sorry, mate. We have to go before Pomfrey comes..."
Remus nods. He knows. He just doesn't want them to go.
James is watching Remus. "We'll come see you in the hospital wing, Moony." Remus nods.
"We'll bring food." Peter. Weak laughter.
Remus watches as James and Sirius give him a last nod, and disappear under the cloak. He knows James is still watching him. He knows Sirius can't bear to. He knows.
He watches as Peter smiles sympathetically, and transforms into Wormtail. He scurries off in front of the other two.
Now they're gone. And Remus is alone again.
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Moony…
Remus cringes.
Go away, Sirius. I can't deal with this now.Deal with what?
Deal with this. With you.
You always managed to find a way…Stop it. Can't deal…can't think…
Stop hiding Remus, they're worriedIt's stupid enough that I'm talking to myself…
You're not talking to yourself. You're talking to me.
That's hardly consolation.
Talk to me, then.
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"Talk to me, Moony."
Remus doesn't.
"I'm bored, Moony."
Remus mumbles something indistinct.
Sirius hates being ignored. He decides studying Remus has its merits. He watches Remus.
And watches.
And watches.
Ten minutes later, Remus is getting slightly unsettled about Sirius's lack of disturbance. He looks up.
Sirius pounces. And kisses him.
Remus blinks.
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Remus stares ahead. He's given up trying to block the steady flow of memories that infiltrate his otherwise closed mind. He's letting it wash over him.
He's numb, numb to the memories, the pain.
He's blind to the worried faces, the knowing looks.
He's deaf to the voices, the questions.
He's heard it all before. He's seen it. He's felt it.
He knows.
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A/N. Okay. I've finished the second chapter. To tell the truth, I'm not too happy with this one, but eh. Next one should be up soon. Thanks to reviewers. Please R&R. Pretty please!