Megan POV
When that spell hit Remus I felt something inside my heart snap. I ran to him but he was already unconscious and his pulse was very weak. He was still alive but I knew he wouldn't be for long. I screamed and launched a spell at the death eater responsible. I pulled Remus to the side but I had to continue fighting or else I might surer the same fate.
I forced back tears and kissed him lightly on the forehead before running back out into the crowd of fighting people. I bumped into Harry and when I turned I came face to face with one of the most loathsome men on this earth.
Peter Pettigrew held his wand up towards me with his real hand while his magic one hung at his side. I lifted my wand and pointed it at him, it was time to get the revenge Sirius and I had sought out four years ago. But then his magic hand rose to his throat and began to squeeze. I looked sideways to Harry who watched with no sympathy in his expression.
"Help me." Peter gasped but I shook my head.
"You don't deserve our help Peter." I spat. "This is fate coming back to get revenge for what you did to James, Lily and Sirius." He turned to Harry who also shook his head. "You ruined their lives Peter, it seems only right that you should die in a way that gives you no form of dignity." His eyes grew wider and began to bulge through lack of oxygen, and then he slumped to the floor with the magical hand still firmly wrapped around his neck.
I turned to look at Harry. "I know that this is a tragic day and loads of people are dying," My thoughts drifted to Remus temporarily but I suppressed the sadness I was feeling as there would be time to grieve later. "But I really enjoyed that." I finished my sentence and received look from Harry involving raised eyebrows but I could tell he agreed with me, he enjoyed had enjoyed it too. I gave him a quick pat on the shoulder before moving on and continuing the fighting, all the while thinking of Remus as I did so.
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When the fighting had finally stopped those that were left still alive collected up the bodies of those who had died. It was not that I collapsed at Remus' side and cried my heart out. We had lost so many people today, but this particular loss hurt me the most. My love for him had never faded even a tiny bit and now I would never have the chance to tell him so.
He looked so peaceful lying here. There was no sign of stress in his expression, it was calm and relaxed. The way it used to be before everything all got complicated.
Two students were coming towards me with another stretcher. They had such grim expressions which I could understand but when the put down the second stretcher I was shocked to see Tonks lying in it with the same peaceful expression that Remus had.
Both of them had died. I thought of their son Teddy. He was an orphan now. No parents to love him. I sighed and looked down at the man loved and his wife. He really had loved her. I then did something that surprised even me.
I reached over Remus and took Tonks' and lifted it closer to her husband, her skin was still warm which reminded me that the life had only recently been taken from her. I then lifted Remus' hand and rested it on top of Tonks' so that they were holding hand.
I could have sworn that when I touched Remus' wrist I had felt a pulse still there but I convinced myself that it was just my imagination wanting him to still be alive.
For the next few hours I sat next to Remus' body, silent tears still gliding down my cheeks. I thought of all of the good times he and I had shared. When he had first told me he loved my and our first kiss, the first morning I woke up next to him and the day he told me that I was beautiful in every way despite my scars.
Too many people had died in this war, Fred, Remus, Tonks, Sirius. If any more died I don't know how I would cope.
The tears only stopped when I everyone began to run outside at the sound of an agonised cry. I stood up from next to Remus and ran to see what was going on. What I saw was a sight that broke my heart even more (if that is even possible).
Harry lay motionless in Hagrid's arms and Voldemort had a wide grin spread across his face.
"Harry Potter is dead." His voice echoed through the silence.
"No!" Ginny and I cried at the same time though I can assure you that it was for different reasons. I had lost my Godson, she had lost to boy she loved and believe me, I know how that feels.
I had nobody left now. Sirius was gone, Remus was gone and Harry was gone. I was all alone. I wanted to cry more but I couldn't, I had cried so much already today that there was nothing left to cry out. I was an empty shell, incapable of shedding another tear. Harry's death was the final straw; I wanted to die myself now.
I watched with a blank expression as Voldemort made his speech about being the most powerful person and how people had to join him if they wanted to survive. I only tuned back in again as Neville began his speech. Saying how everyone who had died today still lived inside out hearts and I knew he was right. I would never forget Remus or Harry or any of the others. That would live on in my memories and everyone else's memories.
Then when Harry fell from Hagrid's arms and stood up everyone cheered including me. The look on Voldemort's face was priceless as Harry ran back towards the school and vanished. I smiled and hugged the person closest to me. It was just a random student that I had never met but I didn't care.
Cheers were still ringing through the air but then one voice met my ears, a voice I never thought I would hear again.
"What is going on?" It said and I turned around to have my suspicions confirmed. Standing in front of me was none other than Remus Lupin. The man whom I had watched die. He couldn't be here. I was imagining it, I must have been. This was impossible.
I felt the blood drain from my face and was greeted by blackness as I collapsed to the floor unconscious due to my brain overload.
So, at last Peter is dead and Remus IS alive!
Only one chapter left to go... Will it end well?