I am not implying weirdo freak nazi Remus/Sirius slash. I'm sorry if I insulted your ship. Actually, I'm not, because I hate it. Have a nice day.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Jo Rowling owns it all.
Shattered
It was you breathless and tall ... I could feel my eyes turning into dust
Look at him breathing. Look at him blink. Look at his calm exterior. Look at his flaming insides. Look at the crevasses of his heart, where friendship used to fill up and well out and spill into his creased features and the lines around his mouth and his golden smile. Look at how empty he is.
Look at the way he stares. Look at his tawny eyes, almost canine in appearance. Look at him take a shattered breath, pulling unwanted oxygen into lungs that have endured the cracking of animal bones beside them and many a heartache to thrust the life-giving muscle into their tissue. Look at the tears bracing against the wall of his eyelids. Look at how it is so hard for him to peel those eyes open, yet he does it - and no saline falls. Look at how his only remaining best friend is snatched away from him, just as lycanthropine hands grasp and grope and clutch at any remainder of his past.
Look at him restraining that boy: the boy who he loved, who would never think of him in that paternal way that he did to Sirius Black. Look at him fighting to breathe, stand, keep the tears in, live, stay conscious. Look at his eyelids flutter closed. Look at him inhale, shakily, and gather his strength, and hold that boy back.
Look at him search the room, as if expecting to see his best friend grinning and perched somewhere obvious, to jump up behind him and say that it's all a dream, that they're still seventeen and alive and ready to take on the world together. Look at him break in two when no such thing happens.
Look at him brace himself. Look at his persistence in not letting that boy do something that Sirius would have done himself.
Look at him let it go. Look at him cry, silent, without the tears coiling down the rugged visage.
Look at him cringe as he says, his voice grating, "There's nothing you can do, Harry."
He's gone.