Ok, this is really just to finish off, to let you all know that Remus did find the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel

I wasn't sure about putting this up, I thought it was good the way it was, but this is part two, and they were written together, so if everyone objects I'll take it off, and the first chapter will stand on its own.

Thank you all for your reviews, and for taking the time to read.

Smile

The war was over, the war that had raged on for eight long years after Sirius' sudden death and after Remus had lost the will to live, to be truthful he didn't seem to care that Voldemort was gone for good, there was no one left with him to celebrate with him.

Ron, Hermione, dead

Dumbledore, dead

Even Severus, poor, poor misunderstood Severus was dead.

That boy that had berated Harry, Draco Malfoy, he was dead too, threw himself in front of Harry two years ago to keep him alive, Remus had a nagging suspicion even Draco had been surprised by that one, Harry had…

Harry was dead.

The bond between Harry and Voldemort had been too strong, much too powerful to be broken completely, when the prediction had stated that neither could live while the other was alive, it had neglected to mention that neither could die while the other still drew breath either. One of the many cruel twists of fate, Remus supposed.

Smile,
though your heart is aching
Smile,
Even though it's breaking
when there are clouds in the sky you'll get by

Some part of him was screaming out that it wasn't fair, and he, who out of all of them should have been the first to go, was still alive, that was he never to find release unless he took his own life?

He was sick to death of living his life as an empty shell!

Hush, he thought, if that's the case baby then release is on the way.

He was walking quickly and quietly through the last battlefield, the only noise around him was the quiet chirping of crickets and a slight rustling through the grass of small animals out for meat. Stone cold corpses lay all around him as he supposed they must, seeing as there was no one left to clear them away, and he wasn't wasting any more time on this earth giving nameless faceless dead people a decent burial, they could go to hell. It was with a bitter laugh that he realized half of them where probably on their way there.

Britain WAS in a bit of a mess now, wasn't it?

The last battle had taken place in Dover, and, grinning a little sadistically, Remus made his way over to the cliffs.

If you smile,
through your fear and sorrow
Smile,
and maybe tomorrow
you'll see the sun come shining through for you

Thunder clouds rolled over head, threatening to pour, let them rain, he was soon going to be very wet anyway.

The sky was a murky yellow colour, fitting in someway, and as he was staring up to them the heavens burst open and down came the angel tears, splashing on his face and hiding his own from a world that couldn't see them anyway, blinking, he beamed, face lighting up in all the wrong places, throwing his hands up to god and laughing in a horrifyingly unnatural way, for so long he'd pushed away his sorrow so that he could be a steady pillar for Harry to lean on, well guess what? The marble building that had been their reality was melting under acid showers and Remus was slowly eroding away to his core.

Besides, Harry wasn't in any state to lean on anyone.

Is it ok to cry now?

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
although a tear maybe ever so near

A song came to mind, a song sung by a woman called Diana Ross, it was a song sung so that even when you couldn't possibly feel any lower singing it was supposed to cheer you up so you could smile and carry on, knowing that things wouldn't get any worse, couldn't possibly get any worse, but as Remus saw it, things couldn't possibly get any better either, throwing back his head, he sang, voice breaking, hot and cold water on his cheeks;

'That's the time
You must keep on trying
Smile,
What's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worth while
If you,
Just smile'

He wanted Sirius, he wanted Sirius so badly. That this was it, the end, he refused to live on this earth that had been so cruel to him: the death of his mother, bitten by the wolf, seventh year Hogwarts and killing his own father, losing James, Lily, Peter, taking Sirius, losing his only job, giving Siri back just to rip him away again, The Dream, the great war, Hagrid, Ron, Hermione Albus, Sev, Mini, Tonks, Mad eye, Draco, Harry, everyone but him!

Everyone but him who deserved it most of all.

That's the time
You must keep on trying
Smile,
What's the use of crying
You'll find that life
Life is still worth while

Then it really was the end, he stepped of the ledge, air whizzed past him, the sea came nearer, sweet, salty frothy blue, black, grey release, it probably wouldn't even hurt…

If…

Darkness, bliss and utopia, was that the smell of… buttercups and… fresh grass?

You…

'Oh god! Sirius! Siri he's here! Lover boy's arrived!

'What? WHAT? OH JAMES IF YOU ARE KIDDING ME I WILL KILL YOU!'

Footsteps running…

'I am not! Look! By the looks of it he's still out, slap him.'

The feeling of grass underneath his fingertips, fresh grass, he'd forgotten what that had felt like five years ago when Britain had turned barren.

'I will not slap a just-dead guy!'

Just…

Remus opened his eyes blurredly blue skies and fluffy white clouds danced just out of reach, as well as the stars and the big full moon.

He wasn't wolfing out…

Two faces above his James, Sirius, both looking as beautiful as the day they met, so many memories.

Both Brown eyes and Blue lighting up when they see his own yellow ones peering up at them.

'Sirius?' his voice is rough, hoarse, like he's not used it in centuries, and its younger, much younger, and so is he.

Sirius is different too, he's… he's 23.

'Remus, Remus, my lover, welcome home beautiful'

Smile…

And he did.

FINI