When a person dies, they say they that they know it’s coming, you see your life flash before your eyes, there’s a sort of feeling, sometimes a smell of death.
A bright purple flash. Time seemed to slow to a stop when you die. Remus knew this.
Ever since Sirius, all he had wanted to do was die. He had become reckless and he was angry, having to watch the love of your life, your soulmate be murdered in front of you isn’t an easy thing to see or deal with.
He was thrown against the cold castle wall from the force of the curse. He struggled to catch his breath. His chest wasn’t allowing him to breathe properly. His pulse slowed. Muffled screams and shouting filled his ears like they were miles away. He felt a body next to him. A warm body. They were speaking to him. They were trying not to cry. He blinked slowly, his vision was blurred and objects were going fuzzy, out of focus. For a moment it the person came into view.
Poppy Pomfrey and Minerva Mcgonagall were kneeling at his side, they were worried. Why? They were speaking to him, their faces filled with worry.
His breathing slowed and became shallow, his pulse grew weaker. Then he heard it. A voice. A voice Remus hadn’t heard for almost 17 years. The familiar voice of James Fleamont Potter. It was like he was standing over him…. He was.
His face contorted in confusion. Why was James Potter stood over him and talking to him. He was dead.
“Hey mate” he said speaking softly, which he only used to do when something was serious or delicate. “I.. James…what are you doing here.. you’re dead” Remus asked more confused than ever. Was he hallucinating.
James smiled sadly “do you want to come home Moons.” “I… I cant the, the battle, Tonks, Harry and and my son.” James smiled sadly once more “I know, but it’s your time now mate” James stretched his hand out for Remus to take. “Come on, let’s go home.”
Remus hesitated, why was he scared, all he had wanted after Sirius was to die, so why was he so scared now. “It will all be okay. I promise.” James said feeling that he was nervous. Remus took a shaky breath, the closer James got to him the easier he could breathe. Remus took his hand, allowing himself to be pulled up by him.
Before he goes, he turned around to see his lifeless form lying against the cold castle wall (which was a very odd thing to see indeed) and Poppy crying, sobbing more like onto Minerva’s shoulder. Not wanting to watch anymore he turns back around to James and he nods.
“Lets go home now mate, there are quite a few people who want to see you.”