It was raining by the time he reached the cemetery. He felt numb but somehow managed to walk, his eyes puffed from crying, his mind running a thousand thoughts at once, his fingers numb and he knew that his face was almost pale as if all the blood had been sucked out by some external force present. His body was shivering, not from cold but from the thought of what he was going to see. The images of the past flashed in front of his eyes, the cries and the nightmares of what had happened. The truth was no one knew what had actually happened but still, they did, there were a thousand questions to be answered but there was no way he knew that these would get an answer.
The soil was damp, overflowing with water, and wildflowers and shrubs grew from places, between the graves and the tombstones. There was no sign of a single living thing present and if anything otherwise was there, he did not know.
Remus did not dare to look up, he kept his gaze on the ground. He was cold from the inside and outside. The walk seemed like forever, but when he finally reached the place he had intended to come, he could not comprehend the feeling. He felt as if the world had shown him the cruelest and the most beautiful memories at once. The memories of childhood and friendship. The memories of laughter, cries, and smiles. Of growing up and being together. The memories of betrayal and secrets. He could feel his eyes burning as he kneeled down and with his finger traced the words engraved.
James Potter Lily Potter
Born March 27 1960 Born 30 January 1960
Died 31 October 1981 Died 31 October 1981
The last enemy that shall be destroyed is Death.
Remus Kept the flowers that he had brought with him. Made prayer, he could feel a clump-forming in his throat. He tried to breathe but it seemed all the air had been taken away, and there was nothing left but sadness and cold. It’s been a year since they were gone, not gone, but their presence had not been there, Remus had always told himself that they were with him forever. They never left. He would tell himself.
He felt the weight of the Umbrella getting more and more, he kept it down and leaned on the grave breaking into sobs. He let the rain soak his clothes, and let the wind blanket him. He felt as if all the world and its beauty were gone. Broken into a hundred pieces. He did not have answers, He was angry, angry at Sirius for not telling him, for being gone, for leaving him alone, for doing something like this But most of all he was angry at himself. He doubted himself. Was he not a good friend, was he just anybody, did he not understand Sirius? Everyone said that Sirius did it, and there were so many proofs but his heart never believed it. He did not know why, but something didn’t seem right.