Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

A/N: My honest to god last entry to the most amazing contest, ran by A Sirius Crush on Moony. It's supposed to make her cry. I hope I succeed.

Why couldn't that boy have listened to Dumbledore, Remus, and me? We all told him the importance of occlumency. But no, he wouldn't listen. He was just stuck on the fact that it was Snape teaching him. Harry didn't like Snape (and who could blame him?), so he didn't take the lessons seriously.

So, anyway, Harry and his friends, who foolishly got dragged along on this suicide mission, needed to be saved. Moony, Tonks, Moody, Kingsley, and I were here to save them. And, god did they need it.

Harry was the only fully functioning one left, and the other one who was in relatively good shape was being tortured by my favorite relative: Bellatrix.

The second we burst in the door, Tonks is already firing at Lucius. I go right for my lovely cousin. I manage to get an advantage, because she is distracted by our arrival.

We go back and forth, intensely blocking, dodging, and shooting. We are in a crazy dance. We create a beautiful light show of dangerous curses and shield charms.

In some sick way, this is entertaining. I am laughing, and so is she. I have no idea what is going on around me. If I took a second to look around, I would be dead. Now, no one would want that, would they?

Back and forth, shouting spells, diving to the floor, scrambling back up, just in time to shoot one spell, and throw a shield charm back at her.

I hope everyone else is doing okay, especially Harry. However, I don't have the time to focus on him, nor can I look. Oh, if only Bellatrix wasn't such a great witch.

Focus, Black. I tell myself. I can't afford to get even slightly distracted. My cousin needs my full and undivided attention. I can't let her get the upper hand.

I was pretty surprised at how evenly matched we are. In fact, it was funny how great this duel was. No one had an upper hand at all. This is going to go on forever.

As I easily dodged a terribly aimed red curse, I laughed out loud at the irony of the whole thing. I wasn't even sure what that curse was, but I knew it was bad.

"Come on, you can do better than that!" I yell at her. She is losing her touch, getting tired. But, I wasn't. I had plenty of bottled up anger for her, and the rest of my Voldemort-loving family. I shoot another curse, this time it's a blasting curse. This is also funny. It is the curse that I was put into Azkaban for, so it is ironic that I am using it now.

She responds to this line, not by words, but by continuing the dance. She drops to the floor, and hits it hard. Then, she springs back up like a frog, and shoots another spell. It is also red.

It's slightly to the right, I think, so I only slide a teensy bit over. I laugh, as her aim gets worse and worse and worse.

However, this spell hits me directly in the middle of the chest. Huh? How did that happen? I managed to miscalculate, but I don't understand how. The laugh hasn't left my face though. My eyes widen in shock, as I begin to fall backwards.

I should be fine, though. It isn't a long fall, and the curse didn't seem to do anything else to me, but push me backward enough to fall.

I am falling, falling, and falling. My face becomes a mask of fear. My eyes close. I don't understand. But, I can feel that I am about to die.

The tears begin to fall. Tears of sadness and regret; tears of the unknown future. I won't be there to help Harry. I won't be there to watch him grow up. I am leaving Remus, the last of the true Mauraders. I regret missing out on much of Harry's younger life, and now his future life, as well.

I fall through a veil, and feel the life go out of me.

A/N: Did you cry? Because there are tears in my eyes. I am thoroughly depressed now.

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