It's amazing how your whole world can stop in a single second. I heard Bellatrix's terrifying voice utter the death curse. In that horrible moment, I turned in fear to see whom she had hit with it. When I saw a numb Sirius and Harry looking at him desperately, it was clear to me immediately. I screamed at the top of my voice, "Sirius, no!" and immediately felt tears running down my cheeks.
Everyone stopped fighting and fell silent, even the eaters for a while. When the moment was over, they were already gone, and Bella let out a most disgusting cackle before that, which made me so angry that I could easily kill her.
Seconds later, Remus lunged forward at a crying Harry and pulled him into a hug. Harry yelled like a madman and just kept screaming that made my heart break even more. Soon Remus couldn't control him anymore, so he broke free and ran into the corridor, where Bellatrix's screams of joy could be heard.
My legs refused to hold me up because of despair and all the horror. I collapsed on the floor and realized to my horror that my previously pink hair had returned to its natural shape. Crow-black curls fell over my shoulders, down to the middle of my waist. I cried even louder, but none of those present even looked at me because they were all too lost in their mourning.
When, after a few seconds, I finally came to be aware of the world around me again, everyone had already left. Some vanished and others ran after Harry to stop him from doing things he would later regret. I knew very well for myself that I would not regret it for a split second if I killed my aunt, Bellatrix Lastrange.
The only one left was Remus. He rushed to me and I was just sitting on the floor like a pile of misfortune. He crouched next to me and rested my head on his chest so I could hear his heart beating fast. “Shh, Dora. Everything will be alright." he quietly reassured me, even though he himself was completely devastated by the death of his best friend.
"No, damn it will never be fine again" I yelled hysterically. "It can not be because he's dead! He. Is Not. Here. Anymore..” I said each word individually to emphasize their meaning, and then cried again.
Remus stroked my hair and whispered softly, “I know. It's bad for everyone else too."
"Not fair! Harry yelled like he was crazy, he didn't even know Sirius. At least not as good as you or me. He didn't know him as a child and he didn't spend every day with him this year." I hissed.
This time he just gave me a sad look and that alone told me that it wasn't right to judge Harry for his behavior. After all, he had lost both of his parents as a baby, and Sirius was still the best approximation of a parental role in his life. And now he is gone.
When I stopped crying a little, he helped me to my feet: "Come on, we'll get you home."
In an instant I was overcome with horror and I shook my head: "No, not home." I don't want mom to see me like that." I looked at him pleadingly: "Please, Remus, take me somewhere else."
He was silent for a while and thought, then nodded, “Okay, if you want, I'll do it. But only on the condition that you don't start crying again."
I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and nodded slowly while trying to think of anything that wasn't Sirius related. He gave me his hand and when I placed it on his, he squeezed my fingers gently. The next moment we vanished.
When we materialized again, I opened my eyes and looked around me. The room, I assumed it was a bedroom, was very nice. Neat and tidy, and also very nicely furnished. However, I have never been in it before: "Where are we?" I asked him.
"This is my home. I live here.” he answered modestly, blushing barely perceptibly. I could not hide my surprise: "You? Wow. You have it very nicely arranged and tidy."
"Did you expect me to live in a pigsty, given that I'm a werewolf?" he asked me sadly and I quickly shook my head: "No, it's not that. Absolutely... you have everything so neatly arranged and in its place, while at our house everything is lying around, and we have two women living in the house. I just didn't expect any man to be so particular about order.”
He shrugged, “I like everything to be in its place, and I'm also allergic to dust, so I have to dust it at least twice a week. If there was chaos in here, then I wouldn't be able to do it." Since I didn't say anything, he pointed to the bed: "You can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep on the couch."
"But you have a double bed!" I blurted before thinking it through, then immediately regretted my words because I didn't want Remus to feel uncomfortable if he had to turn me down. Instead, he just said, "If you don't mind, I don't either."
I nodded: "No, it's fine with me." Then I looked at my terrible hair again and could barely hold back the tears: "Now go get me some scissors so I can finally cut this horror off." If I would be okay and would have my emotions under control, I could do it with my thoughts. However, it was practically impossible. Remus was so perceptive that he didn't mention it, even though he must have suspected it.
He looked at me confused: "Why would you do that? You are so cute.”
I burst out: "Not a chance!! They are terrible, and they also annoy me.”