Remus POV
Remus sat at his desk in his quarters, scowling over paper after paper. It's not that he didn't love his job, it's just it could be a bit demanding sometimes. He dropped his quill in his ink container before bringing his arms behind him to stretch out muscles that had cramped after being hunched over the students' work for so long.
He sat there for a few moments, thinking about all that had happened throughout the past few months. He cared so deeply for Harry. He was still, to this day, shocked that the younger boy had chosen him, of all people, to be with. It seemed almost impossible. But still, it was a little daunting to be with Harry. It's not that Harry's past bothered him, it was just in the moments when he would be walking past a group of students and he would hear someone whisper. 'They say he watched Cedric Diggory get killed by you-know-who' or ' he saved Ginny Weasley from a basilisk his second year.' Those were the times that he thought of his ex-lover's face when he told him the news of Peter's betrayal and James and Lily's death. It was a constant reminder of one of the worst events in his life and he did not know whether or not he could handle it.
He wiped at his eyes as they burned with the threat of tears. That had been so long ago and yet, still, he remembered it like it had been mere moments ago. He could still feel his throat burn in pain as he screamed over and over again 'you're lying, they can't be dead. Please tell me you're lying.'
Suddenly, the door to his chambers burst open and in walked his best friend: Sirius Black. Remus couldn't believe his eyes or his friend's ignorance.
"Siri, what the fuck are you doing here?!" Remus yelled. He knew he should calm down, the full moon was only three days away and, this close to his time of the month, getting him angry would not turn out too well.
"Cornelius just cleared me of the charges Moony, I'm free." He ran up to the wolf and hugged him, joy emanating from him.
"What...that's..that's amazing Sirius." Remus said, returning the hug before moving to pull away, but, just as he did, Sirius moved in and kissed him. And Remus made the biggest mistake of his life: he kissed him back.
"Hey Rem, sorry I'm late, I decided to practice for a while with Ro-. What the fuck?!" Harry yelled when he looked up from the door.
Remus quickly pulled back from Sirius' embrace at the sound of the door opening. He stared at the person standing there for a few seconds before he managed to gain control of himself and attempted to defend himself.
"Harry, wait a second, it's not what you think!" He said just in time to watch Harry run out of the door and probably straight out of his life.
Harry's POV
Harry sat in the second floor boy's bathroom, staring at the razor blade sitting - it looked completely innocent and deadly at the same time - in his palm. He had been like this for about two hours, debating with himself as to the decision that he should make. So many questions and emotions were rushing through him, but he knew what decision he would make. He carefully pulled up the sleeve on his robe and made a deep cut across his right wrist, he continued with the incision until his arm was red and angry looking.
Once he had finished, he slowly walked to the Gryffindor tower and climbed into his old bunk. Ron looked over at him.
"Want to talk about it?" He said with a look of worry on his face.
"Not now, maybe in the morning, I just want to sleep" He replied, turning over in his bunk.
"Okay. Goodnight Harry."
"Goodnight Ron." And, with that, he fell once again into the dream world.
He looked around the dark room, not sure where he was. Then he saw a group of people standing in the center of the room, all of them staring straight at Harry.
"You're so weak Harry, you stood by and just watched me die." Cedric said.
"All you ever do is get everyone around you killed, even us." His parents added in venomous tones.
"Why would anyone want to be friends with a freak like you, Potter?" This time it was Ron who the insult had came from.
"You're just like Tom was: arrogant, evil and hateful." Dumbledore spat the words at Harry like venom.
"Please stop!" Harry yelled at them.
"Stop? Do you think Voldemort stopped when I asked him to? No and all because you were the 'Chosen One'." His mother's words cut deeper than any of the ones that were on his wrist.
"Who could love you, you got my best friend killed!" Remus called out from where he stood, next to Sirius.
The insults kept coming over and over until, finally, Harry woke up in a cold sweat, his body tangled in the sheets and blankets. And that's when, for the first time that day, the tears came.