Dying had always seemed like the most easiest thing, the one way to escape from what he was, but when face to face with it, Remus realised he wasn't ready to die. After years of being alone, of never getting close to someone again, he'd finally done it. And now it seemed like life was laughing in his face by throwing death in front of him. He raised his arm ready to defend himself, already knowing it was useless. He was going to die, and he'd already accepted it.

What would James and Sirius think of him? Giving up without a fight? Another name came to mind, one he'd tried to burry so deep it wouldn't come back out, but it did and along came with it all the feelings he'd tried to rid himself off. Love, fear, pain, happiness, all mixed into one. Dorcas. Just thinking her name made him feel funny. He'd only ever loved two girls in his life. Doe and Dora.

And now they were both gone. He could feel it. He knew Tonks had died; he didn't need to see a body to know. The pain of giving up, of not fighting just so he could see the people he loved again. He felt selfish, giving up. Not even defending himself, when there was time, but his mind had gone blank and all he could see was them. All the people he'd lost since the very beginning, 20 years ago.

An image of Teddy came to mind, little Teddy with his bright turquoise hair smiling up at him. Where had his fight gone? This perfect little boy would need him, and he was prepared to give up just so he could see his friends again.

'Fright! You can do it. Fight back Mooney!' the voice was in his head and he'd not heard it in 17 years, but he'd know it anywhere.

'Pick up your wand.' He did as the voices said, hands clutched tightly he rose to defend himself. All around him he could feel the presence of those he loved. But it wasn't enough, his strength and energy was going. He felt numb and a strange coldness was slowly enveloping him. Death, he thought. There was no escaping it. Teddy will have a family, he'll have Andromeda. It wasn't much, but it was enough for him to give in, to relax in death. Knowing that they'd all be waiting for him. James, Sirius, Lily, Doe and Dora. All the people he'd ever loved. Death took him, his knees collapsing, head hitting the floor, his body crumpled in one of the many corridors in the one place he'd been truly happy.

So the question is, do you want me to do anymore? and if so who?