Wolfstar Oneshots

Photos (angst)

It had been four months.

Four months and Remus Lupin hadn't stepped one foot inside Sirius' old room.

Four months since he refused Molly's idea to take his belongings from it so they could properly clean it out.

Remus was procrastinating as much as he could. Claiming to have things to do every moment he got free time at 12 Grimmauld place.

Today was going to be different.

Remus was sitting on the couch in the dusty living room. Sipping tea and staring up the stairs. Not moving much.

Today the werewolf would take time to enter the room.

He didn't know if he would even be able to take anything yet, for if he did it would mean his fiancé was actually gone.

"You'll be alright." Remus looked up from his spot to see Tonks standing by the couch, wearing a purple shirt and jeans, her short purple hair now shaved on one side. "I know you guys were friends Remus but-"

"You have no idea what we had." Remus whispered. His eyes going glossy. "Sirius wasn't just my friend, he was so much more than that."

A look of realisation hit her face, sadness and pain coming right after. "I had no idea Remus." She sighed. "You must've really loved him."

"I did." He said simply. Standing from his seat. "I'm going to take a look, don't wait up." Remus walked up the stairs, his face emotionless. He didn't want to talk about it anymore, he didn't need her pity.

The door was exactly the same. Dark brown oak with Sirius' name carved on it. Remus felt the familiar flutter he felt in his chest every time he came to this door.

He hated having to remind his heart that the man behind it who would always make him feel butterflies wouldn't be behind it, and that it should stop feeling the little flutter.

He gripped the handle and slowly pushed open the door, taking a breath as he took in the room.

It was a big room with all of the walls painted red with little gold embroidery. Out of the whole place Sirius' room had always been the most lively.

The bed was big with red bedsheets and Gryffindor banners littered the walls.
Along with many posters of muggle bands and half naked women on motorbikes.

Remus let out a sad chuckle. Sirius lived to piss off his family. He was reckless and didn't care what they thought. Remus loved that about him.

The sandy haired man sat down on the big bed and opened the top drawer of the nightstand, which Sirius didn't like him looking in for some reason.

Remus let out a small sob at the small photos in the drawer and picked them up to examine them closer.

They were photos of him.

The first was one of him sleeping in the background and Sirius laughing as he took it selfie style.

The second was a picture of the two in a loving embrace next to the black lake, Remus wondered how he took that one.

There were many more. A tear fell down every photo he looked at. Ones of him smiling. Ones of him glaring at the camera. Some pretty explicit ones of him in not much besides one of Sirius' leather jackets.

Remus stopped at the last one.

It was him and the love of his life. Sirius on one knee as they stood in front of a beautiful fountain. A beautiful silver ring in his hands.

The moving picture showed Remus smile and jump for joy into his boyfriend's arms. Who happily caught him.

Remus was sobbing now.

He had lost everything.

The love of his life was dead.

He would never see him again.

He was his best friend.

He was his world.

He was his everything.

And now all Remus could do was sob over photos from when they were young.

Back when everything was easy.

When he went to school and had his best friends who he loved.

And James chased Lily every day.

And Sirius would sling his arm over Remus' shoulder and whisper to him about how he loved him.

And Peter was with them. And they trusted him. And he didn't betray his best friends.

But all that was over now.

And all that was left,

Were photos of everything he loved.

And everything he lost.

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A/N

I cried when I wrote that
Why
I always skip the angst when I read wolfstar cuz I'm a pussy.
Then I go and write it and cry.

Why