It's never over

Wolfstar One shot

Main reason I did this was because I FELT LIKE IT. No other reason, really.

And a warning, its kind of depressing. I seem to do quite a few depressing headcannons. I feel like I'm better at writing the depressing ones, and have a wider variety of word choice and can put more emotion into the words than with lighter, happier writing, so I am going to try to put as much emotion into the happier things in the future. But this is the present. And now it's the past. And this is a sadder one shot. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. . . . . . . . . . . . .

WAIT I HAVE AN IDEA
I'M NOT GOING TO SAY THEIR NAMES IN THIS
AND YOU HAVE TO GUESS THE POINT OF VIEW
IS IT REMUS OR SIRIUS
Its pretty easy to guess once you read it though

I stared at the door, key in hand, a neighbor's radio humming in the distance. I didn't even know if I could walk inside now. I still placed the key into the lock and turned. The flat's door opened so easily, just like every other time I visited. I stepped inside, preparing my self for the emotional overload I was about to feel. The emotional overload I was already feeling. To be honest, I still loved him. No. No I didn't. He killed them. This wasn't the first time I had to remind myself that. I opened my eyes to find the room was exactly the same as he left it a few days ago. And it should have stayed that way. I walked past the kitchen, the table littered with papers. I almost laughed, he never used the muggle organizing system I got him last year. Almost. But I moved on. The flat was silent except for my footsteps. I walked into the living room, and felt my heart start to break. On the mantle to the fireplace were all the pictures he liked. The one James took in first year, the one we took together last year, the one of all four of us. And then the one of James and Lily's wedding. He didn't deserve to have any of them. James and Lily trusted him. I trusted him. He betrayed us all. My eyes fall over one last picture, and I felt the tears break through the barriers. I break down right there, knowing this isn't the first, or last, time this has happened. I calm down soon enough, and immediately head for the door. I take a look at the flat one last time, and leave the key in its place. The door locks behind me, and I barley can whisper the spell I need to. The flat disappears from view, the door not even leaving an indentation on the wall. I could summon it back if I wished, but I have a feeling I'm never coming back. The flat will always be the way he left it, and preserve the memories of the man we thought he was. I know it was all an act, a dream, a lie. And yet it was part of the best play, the sweetest dream, and the most convincing lie. I realize I don't love him. I love the character he portrayed. The person we thought he was. But never the person he is. The real (Not naming any names. . .*cough cough* Sirius Black *cough cough*) is a traitor. I'm still in love with the character he made to deceive us all. I decide to walk home, my thoughts to preoccupied to apparate. They keep coming back to the picture. The one Lily drew, with all six of us together. James was squeezing Lily, who was holding Harry. Peter was in the middle, just smiling. And I was holding his hand. It was in a sunny park, and people weren't staring at us like we were Satan'd spawn resurrected from Hell. No, don't think that. That was how he put it. Lily chose to draw it the muggle way, so it would never move. I felt the cool autumn breeze blow, the leaves from the trees escape with it. I wished I could escape into the air as the leaves did, and leave all memories of the glorious summer behind, to be replaced by new buds when the warmth and happiness started again. The old leaves took the memories with them, and I wished I could let them take my memories of him.