"I'm so sorry Remus." Sirius sobbed to himself as he stared up at the moon. "I let you down. I left you alone. I'm sorry Moony."
The moon was alone, the clouds separating it from the ones it knew. The sun, the stars. Azkaban was cold, and it was dark, and it was sad. Sirius cried most nights. Bellatrix used to laugh at him, the oh-so-strong one who defied his family, breaking over a few dead mates.
He cried at night, especially full moons. If he listened, he could hear faint howls of wolves and dogs. He always wondered if Moony was in as much pain as he was before, missing the deer, dog and rat he used to be beside.
In the morning, when the sun dawned, he smiled. He smiled with anger ans hatred, tears threatening to spill so soon after they fell because when the Dementors came near they loved happiness. And he was determined to tease them until the day he died.
Something inside Sirius had died. The sun and star was dead, the moon and star were separate and his one person, his Moony, thought he was a traitor. The thought made him hate himself even more.
Remus never ate another Mars Bar. He simply worked around, small jobs that stayed for no longer than a month, and tried to piece together enough of a life so he could fill the broken hole where he lacked his star. But jagged pieces can't fix a heart shaped hole.
James and Lily lay together for years onward, buried together and hands enclosed. Together, as they lived.
Regulus lay at the bottom of the lake, eyes white and hand clutching his arm, a few red marks around the deep black tattoo from his final effort to distance himself, his dying wish.
Mary lived a life of happiness. She never questioned her memory loss, and over time forgot about the strangeness of that night when she blinked away tears and looked at the broken stick in front of her, a note written next to it. "James and Lily were good people."
It was almost like an ending, except the strings that were meant to be tidy and clean were unravelled and used. They were broken, desperate and tired. It wasn't the ending they wanted and certainly not the ending they deserved, but it was the ending they had.
A lily, bright until it's last breath.
A sun, glowing with happiness, hiding the explosive reactions inside.
Two stars, never to orbit each other again.
A moon, marked with scars people always wondered about.
And a forget-me-not that forgot its purpose.
What a silly bunch of teenagers. A lovely story. Nothing more. Right?