"Sirius!"
Remus took a few deep breaths before realising he was in bed. He wiped sweat from his forehead, hands shaking.
He had been having a nightmare. They had been happening more and more often. All about Sirius dying. Remus looked blankly around the room, his perspiration slicked chest rising and falling in time with his ragged breathing.
The werewolf pushed his blond hair out of his eyes, deliberately slowing his breathing so his heartbeat would return to normal. He sat still for a moment, blood pumping in his ears. It had been a good few years since Sirius had…well, since then.
Harry, the prophecy fulfilled, had destroyed Voldemort. Many lives had been claimed, Sirius being one of the few. But, to Remus, his death was the most difficult to bear. For good reason.
Sirius had loved him.
No one else had ever done so before. His parents, disgusted that their only son was a werewolf, had not given him love. To them, he was a disease, a frailty. He was treated with caution, and a certain amount of remoteness.
When he was accepted into Hogwarts, he was wary of others. He needed to choose his friends carefully. It was better to have no friends at all.
But friends found him, and they kept his secret, and helped him. And for once in his life, Remus felt truly happy.
Happiness, however much we wish it to be, can never amount to love. Not the unquestionable power of love. He had been deprived of it since childhood, now it seemed it would remain that way forever.
Then came that fateful day.
James had been with Lily Evans. Peter had been in the Hospital Wing, after a spell that had gone awry. Sirius, determined to stay away from the girls in the Common room, seeked refuge in the dormitory. That was the day Remus came out of the closet, and after a short misunderstanding, had become Sirius' boyfriend.
After Hogwarts, they lived in a small cottage in the countryside. It had seemed like the ultimate happy ending.
But happy endings are for fairy tales.
Things had started to go wrong after a few years. James and Lily's deaths. Sirius' convictions in supposedly helping Voldemort do so, and for killing Peter.
That night in the Shrieking Shack filled him with so much pain. His love had returned, after years of imprisonment. And Peter had 'risen from the dead', the Animagus rat being the actual cause of the Potter couple's death. But he escaped once again, and Sirius was forced to flee.
In Grimmauld Place, he and Sirius had spent their time reminiscing. Some of their time, anyway. They still loved each other, after all. It was a lucky thing there was only Kreacher in the house at most times.
The night in the Ministry…Remus closed his eyes to prevent the tears from leaking. When he opened them, his vision was blurred, and he had to blink a few times.
'Sirius is gone!' a voice in his head told him harshly. 'Now stop being pathetic and move on with your life!'
Remus didn't say anything, and instead flopped back down on the bed, staring at the canopy.
After a few moments, he noticed something odd. There was…something on the canopy. Balancing on the bed, he grabbed at the thing, realising it was a letter.
Remus sat on the bed, and opened the letter. He almost dropped it as he saw the first two words, written in Sirius' handwriting.
' Dear, Remmie…'
Ahaha! I feel so very accomplished! This is a sequel to "Untitled", except this does have a title. Whatever.
Just a suggestion, but if you press the 'Go' button down there, you'll make me extremely happy. So happy, I'll be floating around for weeks.
Oh, and, I'll throw in a free toaster.
Tempting enough?
Also, would someone be kind enough to tell me what colour eyes Sirius has? Info would be much appreciated. Thx! ;p