Here's the last part. .:sobs and breaks down:. I can't believe it's finished! I could cry! It was such a lovely story.
Sorry about that.
Anyways, here it is. I hope you like it, and forgive me if you don't.
Sirius and Remus : Seven To One
One : One Love
True love comes only once in a life time, if we're lucky. Eternal love comes only to those truly worthy, though not many of us fit that specific mold of worthiness.
But, when a pair of destined mates are so deeply immersed in the love they've enveloped themselves in, not even death can tear them apart. These lovers, above all others, are truly and wholly deserving of the title Eternal Love.
Never more worthy a pair was there than the undeniable and irrevocable love of Mr. Remus Lupin and Mr. Sirius Black.
Having battled discrimination, rejection, loss, betrayal, the horrors of Azkaban, and now, even death, no one could possibly dare deny the worthiness of this nearly two-decade partnership, relationship, and bond of the strongest love. These two men were living proof of what eternal love is, even now that one has left the physical holds of earth.
As Remus watched the love of his life, the only love of his life, fall behind that dreaded veil, he felt as though his whole life, his very existence was flashing before his eyes. A slide show of memories; a reminder of what he was losing in that very moment.
Even as he watched, knowing exactly what had happened, he refused point blank to believe it. After twelve years of wronged accusations, twelve years of separation, two years of reunition was not nearly long enough.
Every fiber of Remus' being screamed No! Nothing's happened. Sirius will come home anytime now.
Days melted into weeks, each more unimportant and pointless than the last. He'd stopped eating, excluded himself from anything involving human interaction; he wouldn't even will himself to cry for his loss, for in the werewolf's stubborn mind, there was nothing to cry over. Sirius wasn't dead. He'd merely gone away for a short while, that's all.
As the weeks passed, various members of the Order tried unsuccessfully to comfort the werewolf, though none of them knew the true depth of his loss. None knew his relationship with Sirius had lasted past Azkaban. All those who knew they'd been together merely thought their love had died out while Sirius was locked away. But how could a love like that ever die?
It had now been nearly a month since the death of his lover. Remus had yet to shed a single tear for his loss, nor would he delve into any of his memories of Sirius, before and after Azkaban. Denial's hold over the lycanthrope was too strong to allow any mourning.
Remus sat alone in his dingy, cheap apartment living room, in the outskirts of London, sipping rapidly cooling tea. His gaze was glazed and shadowed as he stared into the dying fire, the rim of his cup resting against his bottom lip. What he was thinking, no one knows.
It wasn't long before a noise from another small room brought him out of his stupor. Looking up sharply, Remus stood from his old chair, placing his cup down on the kitchen table as he passed through. The noise had come from his bedroom.
Upon entering his room, it appeared as though nothing was wrong, but he'd definitely heard a crash of sorts. Something must have fallen.
After looking around bed, dresser, and night stand for the unapparent fallen object, Remus moved to his closet. Upon opening the faded wooden door, he found what had caused the noise. There, on the ragged rug of his small closet floor was an upturned, thin cardboard box, no bigger than his hands.
Looking at the box quizzically, Remus stooped to turn it right side up. It wasn't until he'd already lifted it from the floor that he realized it had no lid. All it's contents spilled onto the floor at his feet.
"Oh, bugger," Remus muttered as he bent down for a second time, intending to scoop the contents back into the box and return it to where ever it may have fallen from .
As he reached for the pile of what looked like small papers, his breath caught in his throat, his hand retracting quickly. The box had been full of pictures. Pictures the werewolf had long since forgotten.
The one atop the pile literally took the breath straight from the lycanthrope's lungs. He could remember the day that picture had been taken. It was one of the happier days in his life. There he sat under a beech tree, in Sirius' lap, an arm wrapped around his waist, as Sirius leaned down to kiss him, a wicked glint in his young eyes.
Remus could still remember when that picture had been taken. It had been their last day of Hogwarts. He, Sirius, Peter, James, and Lily had all sat out by the beech tree talking of their futures when Peter had decided to snap a picture of Sirius and Remus. Sirius, knowing it was coming, had kissed Remus as the picture was taken.
As Remus watched the young Sirius kiss him over and over on the glossy paper in his hands, his eyes stung and a lump welled itself in the back of his throat. What he'd been trying to ignore for weeks had just reared itself in Remus' mind because of this one forgotten picture. A picture that held a mountain of memories; memories Remus had done his best to erase.
He stared at the photo, transfixed, as tears leaked over his lashes to roll down his pale cheeks, splashing on his graying robes.
"Why, Sirius?" he whispered as he sunk to the floor, the picture still clutched in his hand. "Why did you have to go?"
What he'd denied for weeks was now apparent and ever so real. Sirius was gone. His lover, his best friend, was gone, and no matter what Remus said, he wasn't coming back. Ever.
Squeezing his eyes tight, trying to stem the flow of tears he'd held back for much too long, Remus brought the photo to his heart, as though hugging a photo would compare to hugging the real thing. But, it was nothing like falling into Sirius' embrace. It couldn't even compare to Sirius' kisses. Nothing could.
"Why didn't you listen to me?" Remus whispered again, hints of frustration in his voice. "I told you not to leave. Why didn't you listen?"
Standing from his position on the floor, picture still clutched to his heart, Remus crossed the room to the door. Tears still rolled down his cheeks as he entered the kitchen, sitting down on an old wooden chair beside his old wooden table.
A line of anger creased his forehead as he spoke again, louder than previously, "You would still be here if you had just bloody listened to me, Sirius! You should've stayed at Grimmauld Place!" His hand curled into a fist as he spoke and it slammed to the table when he'd finished.
Tea sloshed over the rim of the cup he'd placed upon the rough wooden surface before his trip to his bedroom. The salt of sorrow continued its path down his cheeks as he once again watched the scene displayed in the picture he held in front of him.
As he stared into Sirius' eyes, before Sirius turned to bestow a kiss upon him, Remus yelled, "How could you expect me to live without you? How could you leave me here? God damn it, Sirius!" With that, he dropped the picture as he jumped to his feet. He abruptly put his hands on the edge of the table, flipping it quicker than the eye could see.
Remus observed in grim satisfaction as the table fell crashing to the floor, his tea cup shattering as it was flung from the tabletop, its contents flooding across the linoleum tiles.
As Remus gazed at the destructive scene before him, he couldn't bring himself to remove the photo as his spilled tea seeped towards it. All he did was watch as the tea ran over his photo, covering it in an amber liquid; destroying it.
"ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, SIRIUS?" Remus bellowed as he looked up at the ceiling, tears falling in torrents, "ARE YOU HAPPY THAT YOU'VE RUINED EVERYTHING? I DON'T FUCKING KNOW HOW TO DO THIS WITHOUT YOU!" As the werewolf screamed at his deceased lover, he unwillingly fell to his knees, the bottom of his robes soaking up the spilt tea.
Through his tear-obscured eyes, he reached for the picture, shaking the liquid off of it as he held it in front of him. The tea had ruined the enchantment any wizard photo had; it no longer moved. It was now frozen and stained, but Remus could still see Sirius' lips upon his own.
What he wouldn't do to have Sirius' lips upon his own just one more time. Sirius' arms around him, Sirius' voice filling his every thought.
Life was never going to be the same for the lone werewolf. Though life never does stay the same when a pair of eternal lovers such as these are broken apart. Life will never be the same, until those lovers are reunited, and as unfortunate as that may be, these lovers will never be reunited in life.
Only in death, will they see each other again.
YAY for older people angst! Woo I had so much fun writing this story, and as sad as I am to see it go, I really do love it. I hope you all loved it too. Please review because it makes me feel wanted. Everyone wants to be wanted!
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Prongsie :)