Find My Way Back (Wolfstar angst)
Remus and Sirius were fighting side by side. It reminded him of the time oh so many years ago, back at the start of the first war and back before everything, well… went to shit, really. Before James and Lily died. Before Sirius was thrown in prison with no trial. Before Peter betrayed them all. Before he, Remus, was left almost utterly alone.
He threw a fleeting glance towards his husband. He had this… this big, ever-present grin on his face, like he was in his element. But, no, time couldn’t be wasted on sparing even a second of concentration from his enemy. He threw yet another spell at him.
A flash
A blur in the corner of his eye.
One thought
Sirius.
He tossed a stunning charm at his foe, hoping for the life of him that it didn’t miss. He spun around, wand still in hand, and almost choked at the sight that lay before him.
Sirius.
His Sirius.
Bleeding out on the cold, hard floor.
Remus ran to him, collapsing to his knees as he lifted his lover into his arms.
“Moony?” Sirius’s face was pale, paler than it had ever been, devoid of any colour. He felt a hand cup his cheek.
“Yes, Padfoot?” Remus ran a hand through his hair – a comforting gesture, perhaps more so to himself than Sirius.
“You’re magic.” Sirius whispered as Remus felt the other’s heart slow down, and come to a stop.
He turned to footsteps behind him, but that didn’t matter, because his soulmate was gone.
And now so was he.