The Second Turn of the Wheel of the World's End – In the Devil's Lair

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Author's Note: Well, dears! Next chapter isthe END. I hope you are enjoying! Dragonclaw Mistress, trust me, for I have my reasons to having done what I did. Excessivelyperky, I corrected the thing you pointed out last chapter, thank you.

LUPIN

I watched sadly as my best friend waned day by day.

He didn't eat, didn't talk, he didn't even look at any of us, didn't show any sign of coherent thought. And even if he was capable of that, I doubt he would care to show such ability.

He didn't struggle, also, when we tried to move him. Not after they took the body from his arms.

Oh, I could remember that day as it was yesterday. It was engraved in my memory. And as I watched him that day, 2 weeks after the war, I couldn't help but remember his frantic look. Have I seen Snape? No, I answered him. In the next moment he was already a dog, sniffing through the bodies stinking of blood and guts. I followed him. I have had a bad feeling and I wouldn't, I couldn't let Sirius alone in that moment of need.

It didn't take long 'till he broke into a run, howling as he found the smell he was looking for. As we got to Snape, Sirius was back to his human form on his knees much ahead of me. He took the other man's face in both his hands caressing it repeatedly.

"Severus, for God's sake, for everything you and I hold sacred, wake up."

The man didn't answer. As I managed to get nearer I noticed Bellatrix Lestrange's body unmoving with glazed eyes on my way, plunged deep into her chest with Severus Hindu dagger. I dared look at Severus then. His eyes stared unseeing into nothing much like Sirius' did after they took the body away… Sirius, on the other hand kept on begging.

"Severus… Please, don't you do it to me. Don't… DON'T, YOU BLOODY BASTARD!" He said, his voice rising from a pleading whisper to a shout. "Oh, Merlin, please, don't let him die. Circe, mother of us wizards, please. Hecate, infidel, please. Lilith, unholy wife of Adam, please."

But none of those entities answered his plea. He kept Severus body, close to his, his tears falling in a heart-wrecking flood. His sobs shaking both frames violently. He could barely breath. I stood there for long moments. His crying only subsiding hours after, being replaced by an unceasing rocking movement accompanied by endless senseless whispering.

When I finally snapped out of my trance, Harry and Draco stood by, watching as well.

Harry sighed deeply and approached.

The tears behind his glasses quite obvious. I knew he hurt like hell, but he knew someone had to do what he was to.

"Sirius, we have to take him away." The young man said very slowly as if he talked to an infant. Sirius eyes went very wide. He grabbed Severus dagger from the dead woman at his feet and with a shaky hand he threatened his godson, still holding the body, his eyes crazy as I've never seen them.

Before I could register, Draco had already took the blade from him and held his arms. The older man cursing and struggling. Harry then had levitated the body away from Sirius and apparated away with it.

Sirius slumped further to the floor and that way he kept himself 'till they moved him to Poppy's infirmary.

Soon they saw there was nothing that could be done, and they moved him to Grimmuald's Place.

And there he was as I watched him, still unmoving.