A/N - I had difficulty with this one, because it's obviously the climax, but nor did I want to overdo it. I think Remus's agony would be beyond words, so I have used only a few. I hope you like it :)

Remus

He crumples. He doesn't feel his knees crack against the stone floor. They are nothing.

He thinks about screaming. He thinks about breaking down and crying and raging and dashing himself against the flagstones. But he doesn't. There is no-one left to care.

He is conscious that he is breathing in and out. There is a rushing in his ears, but it is far away. Eyes unfocused, he stares at nothing.

He wonders if he ought to be feeling something more than this. Something other than this sick emptiness that fills him up in a way he never thought possible. He reminds himself that he feels nothing because he has nothing.

Everything he had is gone: cursed or blown up or poisoned. He feels himself choke as he breathes,

"Sirius... why?"

A/N - That's all, folks! I've enjoyed doing these little drabbles (even if my heart feels a little ripped out now) and I hope you have as well. For that last time, I'd love to hear your feedback.