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Title: Strength
Author: sakaim
Word count: 247
Rating: PG
Prompt: 11: Strength
Summary: Remus finds strength within himself he never knew he had.
Warnings: Sirius death.
The arc of Sirius’s elegant body flying through the air made Remus’s heart stop. He could see the triumphant look on Bellatrix Lestrange’s face, and he wanted to kill her, but now Sirius was falling back to earth, falling back towards that veil from which he could hear the whispers of the damned, and then, Sirius was gone. He heard Harry yell from faraway, though they were standing right next to each other, and he seized the boy as he made the sudden movement towards the veil, fighting him with all his strength.
“Harry!” he choked, and he said some other things he could not recall as he held the howling boy back with all his strength. He wanted nothing more than to let Harry go and leap through the veil after Sirius, to pull him back, but he knew that Sirius was gone, Sirius was dead.
It was not fair. He had only been with him again for such a short time, only a few years…He wanted to break down and cry and slap Harry for having infringed upon his own private grief, but he merely struggled with the boy, clutching him fiercely and trying to ignore the incessant howling in his brain. He needed everyone to leave now, at this moment, so he could leap through the tattered curtain with dignity, but he did not. As he died on the inside, he held onto the only link to his past he had left-Harry Potter.
Author: sakaim
Word count: 247
Rating: PG
Prompt: 11: Strength
Summary: Remus finds strength within himself he never knew he had.
Warnings: Sirius death.
The arc of Sirius’s elegant body flying through the air made Remus’s heart stop. He could see the triumphant look on Bellatrix Lestrange’s face, and he wanted to kill her, but now Sirius was falling back to earth, falling back towards that veil from which he could hear the whispers of the damned, and then, Sirius was gone. He heard Harry yell from faraway, though they were standing right next to each other, and he seized the boy as he made the sudden movement towards the veil, fighting him with all his strength.
“Harry!” he choked, and he said some other things he could not recall as he held the howling boy back with all his strength. He wanted nothing more than to let Harry go and leap through the veil after Sirius, to pull him back, but he knew that Sirius was gone, Sirius was dead.
It was not fair. He had only been with him again for such a short time, only a few years…He wanted to break down and cry and slap Harry for having infringed upon his own private grief, but he merely struggled with the boy, clutching him fiercely and trying to ignore the incessant howling in his brain. He needed everyone to leave now, at this moment, so he could leap through the tattered curtain with dignity, but he did not. As he died on the inside, he held onto the only link to his past he had left-Harry Potter.