The End

Sirius

18 of June, 1996

"Come on, you can do better than that!"

Sirius had been having what seemed like the best time in his life. He was away from that wretched place he had to call home and in the outside world. And there he was fighting his cousin, Bellatrix.

That's when it happened.

She shot a curse at him. It was red, so it probably wasn't that bad. Maybe a stinging curse or a choking curse. But Sirius never had any time to figure it out, because, whatever curse it was, it blew him back.

Right back into the veil. The veil between the living and dead. So Sirius was crossing over, about to be dead.

He had not been expecting to die. It hadn't even really crossed his mind. And he was most definitely not expecting to die by falling through what was pretty much an open door.

It was bullshit.

Out of everyone. He was really going to be the one destined to die. There would not even be a body to bury. Why not Bellatrix be the one to die, or Lucious? Why is it always the good guys that had to go so soon? Like James and Lily. it wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair to him or to everyone else. Especially everyone else.

As he was falling, which he seemed to be doing in slow motion. He was able to see everyone's faces, which meant that they could see him.

Bellatix had a look of shock on her face, though she did not seem remorseful. Typical Bella.

Then there was Harry. And Sirius' heart just about broke watching him. He was screaming, even though Sirius could not hear, he knew that it was gut wrenching. Harry deserved so much more. He deserved so much more than what he had been given, so much more than what Sirius could give him. He deserved parents. James and Lily. He deserved to have the love that James and Lily could give him.

Merlin, they would be so proud of the way Harry turned out. Looking just like his father, but being so much more like his mother. The perfect combination of them both. He hoped that they had seen him, watched him grow up and turn into the young man that he was today, even if it was from afar.

Sirius hoped as hard as he could, that Harry would be okay.

Then he saw Remus.

Remus Lupin. The love of his life. The one person in the world that knew every single part of Sirius from the inside to the outside. His better half. The person he wished he could be.

Sirius could use so many words to describe Remus. And yet, none of them would ever be enough. There would never be the words that Sirius could use to describe Remus, because Remus everything and more than that. He always put up with Sirius' shit, forgiving him for things that Sirius had not yet forgiven himself for. He always made Sirius crack up with laughter no matter what. And he never failed to make Sirius feel like a little girl with butterflies in her stomach when he was around.

From the day they got together in sixth year, James had made Sirius promise that, no matter what, he would never break Remus' heart. And Sirius agreed, because why would he? The two boys were ever going to leave each other, so no hearts were going to be broken.

And they weren't. Until they were.

Sirius broke Remus' heart that day he went to find Peter, and now, here he was, about to break it for a second time.

And his own heart shattered.

Remus was shouting too, tears running down his face, trying to hold Harry back. Sirius wished he didn't have to see, knowing that Remus was watching his death was worse than dying itself. He had to do something, so he whispered, for the very last time ever.

"I love you,"

And the rest was quicker and easier than falling asleep.