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hp_may_madnessTitle: After Death
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: G
Word Count: 510
Warnings: A teensy bit of violent imagery.
Author's note: Remus/Tonks never existed (I wholeheartedly believe this :P).
Remus was dead. It hadn't been a clean death either, a fall through a veil or a green flash of light and gone. No, Remus had been cut, petrified, then pushed down the stairs. He lay on a landing, mangled, until the cut on his leg leeched too much blood, and he was gone.
No one had noticed until it was long done, and he didn't blame them. A battle was raging, and he would not have wanted anyone to give up their advantage or take time and energy they didn't have just to look at his crumpled body. Still, he had waited there until it was all over. Not a ghost, just... a spirit. He waited until the Death Eaters retreated, their leader finally vanquished by the boy he'd always known could do it, before he let out a breath, or what would have been a breath, and let go.
He fell through light for a long time. As he fell, he thought about the people he loved, the ones he was leaving behind, and the ones -- he hoped -- he would see all too soon.
Harry would be okay. He would cry, of course. Many of them would cry. But he'd be okay. He'd beaten Voldemort. Won the war. He would move on, find a purpose, find someone to love, and be happy.
Still Remus fell. The light changed now, began swirling about him in a myriad of colours. As the colours intertwined, Remus thought of what lay before him, and he prayed. To no one in particular, he prayed that he would find peace, and that wherever he was going, Sirius would be there waiting for him. Sirius, the light of his life, the one who he never should have doubted, never should have kept so far away for so long.
'I forgive you, my love...' He heard the voice all around him, and tears streamed out of his eyes -- or what should have been tears. Did he imagine?
Slowly, ever so slowly, his falling lost speed, until he found his feet alighting gently on a grassy hill. A fog covered the lower regions of the hill so densely that Remus could not see what lay beyond in any direction. It wasn't a menacing fog, but it was thick and somewhat confusing. He stood, not knowing where to go from here.
'Took you long enough, Moony,' came a voice from behind him. Remus turned, and there he was. The most beautiful man in the world, looking the loveliest he'd ever seen him. 'I really thought you would have taken your own life at the loss of me. Pity.' Sirius was grinning.
Remus chuckled. 'Well excuse me for living,' he said.
'I forgive you, my love.' They embraced then, sharing the sweetest kiss in Remus's memory, and even when they pulled apart, they did not let go of each other's hands. 'Come on then, Remy,' Sirius said softly, 'Your friends are waiting.'
Remus smiled and allowed Sirius to pull him down the hill, through the fog.
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: G
Word Count: 510
Warnings: A teensy bit of violent imagery.
Author's note: Remus/Tonks never existed (I wholeheartedly believe this :P).
Remus was dead. It hadn't been a clean death either, a fall through a veil or a green flash of light and gone. No, Remus had been cut, petrified, then pushed down the stairs. He lay on a landing, mangled, until the cut on his leg leeched too much blood, and he was gone.
No one had noticed until it was long done, and he didn't blame them. A battle was raging, and he would not have wanted anyone to give up their advantage or take time and energy they didn't have just to look at his crumpled body. Still, he had waited there until it was all over. Not a ghost, just... a spirit. He waited until the Death Eaters retreated, their leader finally vanquished by the boy he'd always known could do it, before he let out a breath, or what would have been a breath, and let go.
He fell through light for a long time. As he fell, he thought about the people he loved, the ones he was leaving behind, and the ones -- he hoped -- he would see all too soon.
Harry would be okay. He would cry, of course. Many of them would cry. But he'd be okay. He'd beaten Voldemort. Won the war. He would move on, find a purpose, find someone to love, and be happy.
Still Remus fell. The light changed now, began swirling about him in a myriad of colours. As the colours intertwined, Remus thought of what lay before him, and he prayed. To no one in particular, he prayed that he would find peace, and that wherever he was going, Sirius would be there waiting for him. Sirius, the light of his life, the one who he never should have doubted, never should have kept so far away for so long.
'I forgive you, my love...' He heard the voice all around him, and tears streamed out of his eyes -- or what should have been tears. Did he imagine?
Slowly, ever so slowly, his falling lost speed, until he found his feet alighting gently on a grassy hill. A fog covered the lower regions of the hill so densely that Remus could not see what lay beyond in any direction. It wasn't a menacing fog, but it was thick and somewhat confusing. He stood, not knowing where to go from here.
'Took you long enough, Moony,' came a voice from behind him. Remus turned, and there he was. The most beautiful man in the world, looking the loveliest he'd ever seen him. 'I really thought you would have taken your own life at the loss of me. Pity.' Sirius was grinning.
Remus chuckled. 'Well excuse me for living,' he said.
'I forgive you, my love.' They embraced then, sharing the sweetest kiss in Remus's memory, and even when they pulled apart, they did not let go of each other's hands. 'Come on then, Remy,' Sirius said softly, 'Your friends are waiting.'
Remus smiled and allowed Sirius to pull him down the hill, through the fog.
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