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Apr 15, 2008 02:14

Title: Goodbye
Author: crescent_gaia, as this is one of my muse accounts.
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 50.2
Prompt: #16 - Farewells and Harriet Beecher Stowe's quote from justprompts. The quote is “The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone”.
Word Count: 392
Summary: Remus and others say goodbye to Sirius.
Warnings: None
Notes: I don't own these characters, JKR does. There is an angst inside, tread carefully.


It had been a beautiful service, or at least that would be what people would tell him years later. Remus had just stared at the grave, not saying or hearing anything that was really going on around him. Sure, he was aware of the people around him but only because of the smell of them. All he could really feel that he was the last and it hurt like hell.

It wasn't supposed to be like this he kept hearing over and over in his head. First it had been James, Peter - bastard -, but Sirius? Remus would have thought that he would have died first before Sirius. It was just one of those certain things in life, like the sun always rising, but that wasn't happening today. There was a light rain, but Remus hadn't registered that the sun rose. How could he? His pack was dead. His pack - gone. What was he to do now? What could he do now that everything died?

The service was over, he could tell because people were moving around again. He felt Harry touch his arm but he didn't say anything. Harry understood and left Remus be, being gently lead off by Andromeda who was talking to him. All he could do was stare. Perhaps that was all that was needed. Staring could bring people back from the dead, right? No, they can't. Be logical Moony. He told himself. It was just hard being logical when you could still hear your best friend's laughter in your head and not have him there.

“Damn you,” Remus whispered at Sirius' grave, barely. “Damn you for leaving me alone. Its not fair. Its not fair.” He felt the tears escape his eyes and fall down his cheeks. There was so much more he wanted to say and do. There were so many years lost, all because of a stupid rat, all because of a stupid war. How could he get through this second war now? What would happen?

Those questions...they seemed to float away from his mind as he felt something warm and comforting hug him. He clung to the warm presence, hanging on as if it was an anchor, and she was, really. She would let him cry, letting his tears mix in with her own as they mourned their lost friend.
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