Moon's Tears

by chadairuler

And yet there she was, standing alone. Her transcendent silhouette radiant as ever slowly turned to face him. For a moment he thought that she is just an illusion woven with the moonlight. "I came," she said, giving him a small smile. But it was her "Sorry I'm late" that made them both burst into tears. Remus/OC. Time and space travel. Set both in Marauder's Era and HP times.

Prologue

"I saw her today, Sirius," he said, slowly turning his head away from the window to face a man with messy dark hair.

At first, the revelation did not grab Sirius' attention as he continued furiously rummaging the contents of an old leather briefcase which he had brought with himself from his last quest. He had had a miserable day, someone had almost spotted him at Diagon Alley, and it might have contributed to the fact that he had not noticed the cloud of tense air surrounding his friend today. However, on the other side, he was a fugitive and a godfather of no one else but the Harry Potter, so he should have been perceptive and careful at all times. But this time, he simply wasn't.

"Oh, yeah? And who's her?" asked Sirius, not stopping the search for that damned wallet. He didn't even look at Remus, until a shadow covered the briefcase, so he could no longer see its insides. He cursed, rubbed his face with his hand and finally raised his head. He was met with Remus' eyes only a few inches from his own – eyes that were filled with a mixture of anguish and helplessness – expression that caused his stomach twist. It only got worse when Moony rapidly and almost violently put his hands on Padfoot's shoulders.

"I saw her, Sirius. I saw HER!" Moony spoke again and with this last word his voice sounded almost like a cry. Simultaneously, he picked up his hands from Sirius' shoulders and grabbed a chair. In a spin of a moment the chair hit the nearby wall.

Funny, but in that moment Sirius knew exactly about who his companion was talking about. He ran his fingers through his hair in a nervous manner, watching how Remus' silhouette rises and falls gustily. Padfoot decided to use up his last resort.

„Maybe you mistook her with someone?" he asked, his voice unnaturally quiet.

"I looked her in the eyes, Padfoot. I looked her in the eyes and in her eyes I saw that she recognised me as well. And what I could do? What can I do? Why did this happen?" his hands were trembling as if the weight of all those years had finally caught up with him.

"I had to be here all the time, waiting every day. Hoping that I would see her. Hoping that tomorrow would be the day she came back," he swallowed hard and tears that arrived in his eyes a while ago gleamed lazily only to begins slowly streaming down his cheeks. Sirius got up and clumsily reach out to touch his friend's shoulder.

„And for her," Remus continued whispering, „For her it was just yesterday…"