Sirius was dying and he knew it. He didn't mind either. He had lived seventy-two years and gotten to see Harry's kids and first grandson. He just wished that Remus had been here with him.

It had been thirty-four years since Remus had died and they hadn't been easy. If it hadn't been for Harry, Sirius didn't know how he would have made it through the years. The two of them had gotten to know each other. Harry caught Sirius up on his life and Sirius told him all about his parents and the things the Marauders did at school. Thanks to Harry, he had been able to fulfill Remus' last wish for him. He had lived to be old and grey and would die surrounded by Harry's family.

They were all here now. Harry and his wife Ginny, both of them looking great for their fifties. His oldest son James was standing nearby with his red-headed wife Allison. James was holding their son Remus Arthur. Allison was pregnant with their second child, a girl they were naming Violet Mae. Albus hadn't married. He was too busy with his work down at the hospital to settle down. Lily had just gotten engaged to young Lorcan Scamander.

Yes, he had definitely fulfilled Remus' last wish. Now he could join Remus in heaven. It was only a matter of time now. Sirius could feel his heartbeat slowing with each passing beat.

"Uncle Sirius?"

Sirius opened his eyes to see who had spoken. He saw James standing by his side with young Remus in his arms.

"Remus wants to say goodbye."

Sirius nodded. James gently set the boy down on the bed by his arm where Sirius could see him.

"Hey kiddo. Heard you came to say goodbye."

Remus nodded his eyes wide. "Where you going?" he asked.

"I'm going to go see Uncle Moony."

"You come back?"

"No. I'm going to stay with him. And Grandpa James and Grandma Lily."

Little Remus appeared to be thinking this over. Finally he nodded.

"Okay." His eyes lit up. "Da, presents." He commanded.

James suppressed a smile as he came forward with a small bag which he set next to his son. The bag wasn't big enough to hold a lot of things. Maybe one or two. Remus reached in to the bag and pulled out a large brown wolf which looked like the one Sirius had gotten him when he was a baby. He placed it in the crook of Sirius' left arm.

"Moony gift."

Then he pulled out a large black dog that again looked like the one Sirius had gotten him. What was the kid doing? Was he giving Sirius the toys he had given him a few years ago?

"Paddy gift."

Usually Sirius was good at figuring out what the boy meant but this time he had no clue. He looked to James for an explanation.

"They're gifts for you and Uncle Moony to remember him by. He wants you to take them with you and give Moony the wolf." James explained.

"Ah."

Sirius looked back at Remus and swallowed hard before speaking. It was getting difficult.

"Thank you Remus. I know Uncle Moony will love the gift. As will I."

Remus nodded and reached out to pat Sirius on the head the same way Sirius used to do to him whenever he left.

"Bye Uncle Paddy. You be good boy for Uncle Moony."

Sirius body shook for a few moments with painful laughter. James was chuckling as he picked his son up. The chuckles died as he looked down at his uncle and noticed how slow his breathing was.

"Mum. Dad." He said quietly.

Harry and Ginny were by their oldest's side in a few seconds. Albus was close behind them. He took one look at his uncle and knew.

"It's almost time." His voice was no louder than his brother's.

Harry leaned down so he could be sure Sirius heard him.

"Say hello to Remus for me. And my parents."

Sirius faintly heard Harry ask him to say hello to his parents and Remus. There was a much louder voice calling his name.

"Sirius. Sirius, wake up."

Sirius tried to obey the voice. He tried to open his eyes but they wouldn't obey him. They stubbornly remained closed.

"Come on Padfoot open your eyes. It's time to get up."

That sentence brought back a flash of a memory.

It was his fifth year and Sirius had gotten to bed late. He and Remus had stayed up the night before talking, mostly about their childhoods to Sirius' annoyance. Now someone was insisting that he get up when his body just wanted more sleep.

"Siri, if you don't get up right now, I won't let you kiss me for the next week." The voice threatened.

That had gotten Sirius' attention. He knew who was talking to him now. Remus Lupin, his boyfriend. Kissing Remus was one of Sirius' favorite ways to pass the time and the possibility of losing that for a week was enough to get him out of bed.

Sirius sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes as he yawned.

"Alright, alright. I'm up. What is it Rem?"

Remus stood by the bed, still dressed in his pajama shirt and sweat pants. He was smiling as he looked down at Sirius.

"You promised you would watch the sunrise with me Siri." The werewolf said.

Right, he had promised Remus that he would. For as long as Sirius had known him, Remus had always been an early riser, stating that he had trouble sleeping. Remus was always up in time to watch the sunrise and had commented more than once on the beauty of it. Curious by nature, Sirius had wondered if it was really as beautiful as Remus made it out to be. However, he had never gotten up for two reasons. One, Sirius was not a morning person. He usually waited until the last possible minute before getting up. And two, Sirius found that he didn't want to intrude on Remus' personal time. Now that the two were dating though, Sirius had the opportunity to find out.

With that thought in mind, Sirius had climbed out of bed and followed his boyfriend to the window seat. They sat in silence for a few minutes as they waited for the sun to start rising. When it did, Sirius felt his breath catch in his throat. Now he could see why Remus loved to watch the sunrise. It was beautiful.

Once the sun was fully above the horizon, Remus turned to Sirius with a smile on his face. "Well?" He asked.

"That was beautiful Rem. Now I see why you love it so much." Sirius said honestly.

The smile that lit up Remus' face was the one Sirius loved to see. The young werewolf leaned in and Sirius met him halfway.

The entire memory flashed through Sirius' mind in the space of a few seconds. The voice was still there, calling to him.

"Come on Padfoot, open your eyes."

Summoning the strength and will from somewhere in his mind, Sirius slowly opened one eye, then the other. What he saw made him close them quickly before opening them again. He was hallucinating. He had to be. How else would he be able to see Remus standing over him with a smile on his face?

"Remus?" Sirius asked, his voice coming out stronger than it had in the last few years.

Remus' smile grew. "Yes Sirius. Come on, it's time to get up."

Feeling his strength return, Sirius sat up and looked around confusedly. He appeared to still be in his room. The only difference was that Harry and his family was gone and Remus was here. Was this a dream?

"I'm dreaming." Sirius muttered to himself.

Remus shook his head. "You're not dreaming Siri."

"There's no other explanation." Sirius shot back.

Remus reached out a hand and lightly rapped Sirius on the head. "Think Sirius. What happened to me?"

Sirius frowned as he tried to recall. There was a ghost of a memory floating around in his head. Something had happened to Remus. But what was it?

Sirius gasped as the memory hit him like lightning.

"You died. You were hit with a curse during the battle of Hogwarts and died about an hour after it was all over."

Remus smiled. "Yes. I died. Do you remember how many years it's been since then?"

"Thirty-four." Sirius said confidently.

"Yup. What's the last thing you remember?"

"I was dying. Harry and Ginny were there. And their kids. And a little boy. Harry's grandson. His name was…" Sirius stopped suddenly and looked at Remus mischievously. Remus was looking at him curiously, waiting for him to go on.

"Do you know the name of Harry's grandson?" Sirius asked.

He was hoping Moony didn't. Sirius wanted to see the look on his face as he explained it all to him. To his delight, Remus shook his head.

"Nope. I missed the birth. And every time I've checked up on them, no one mentions his name. What is his name?"

"Well, you know how Harry started the tradition of naming kids after people who had died."

Remus nodded. "He named his children after James, Albus, and Lily. Albus is the only one to have been named after two people who had died, though I pity the boy for having to go through life with a name like that."

Sirius laughed. "Yeah, we gave him a hard time about that one. Anyway, James decided to carry on the tradition with his son. He named him after two people who had died. People who died and meant something to him."

Sirius could see that he had Remus hanging off his every word. The man never did like not knowing something. Especially about his family. Deciding to put Remus out of his misery, he finally told him.

"James gave his son the middle name Arthur, after his only living grandfather who had taught him so much. His grandfather had died while his wife was pregnant though, and never got to meet his great grandson.

"The baby's first name however, came from someone else. James named him after his uncle who had died before his parents were married. He had grown up hearing stories about this man who was a Marauder, and decided to name his son after the only other good Marauder who had died. So he gave the boy the first name Remus. The baby's full name was Remus Arthur Potter."

Remus appeared to have frozen. He had known exactly who Sirius was talking about when he mentioned the uncle who had died. He knew that Sirius was considered to be an uncle by Harry's three children. He also knew that whenever his name was mentioned, he was always called Uncle Moony.

It was several long minutes before he got over the shock and unfroze.

"They named the baby after me?" He asked softly.

Sirius nodded. "Yup. I remember the day little Remus was born. James came out of the delivery room holding him in his arms and announced that Remus Arthur Potter was here before handing him to his father. Harry immediately passed the baby to me saying that as I was close to you, I should be the first to meet your namesake."

Remus was quiet as he took in the information. It touched him that James would have named his first born after him.

"I have to tell you Rem. He was appropriately named."

"That broke Remus out of his musings. "How so?"

"He is the most curious child I have ever met. He loves learning new things, more so than James or Harry ever did. He also loves to sit down with his books and look through them. For his last birthday, he asked for new books. He's also extremely smart for a three year old. Ginny says that's because he reads all the time.

"He's also extraordinarily curious about Muggle objects. He loves cars, bikes and planes. Basically anything with a motor at the minute. He also has a fascination with rubber ducks."

Remus was chuckling. "Sounds exactly like Arthur."

Sirius reached out and pulled Remus into his arms. He buried his face in the other man's hair for a minute, inhaling that sweet scent of chocolate, books, and something that was undoubtedly Moony. It was a scent that he had missed.

"And you." He said into the man's ear.

Remus shuddered a bit and placed his hand on the bed for balance. Or at least, that's what he meant to do. Instead his hand connected with something soft and fuzzy.

Pulling away from Sirius, he looked at the object under his hand. There was a large brown wolf lying on the bed. Right next to the wolf was a large black dog. Remus frowned. He knew there hadn't been any animals in the room before and was curious as to how the wolf and dog had gotten here.

"Sirius, where did these stuffed animals come from?"

Sirius looked down at the animals in surprise. He had forgotten about the gifts little Remus had given him just before he died. Looking back up at Remus he smiled.

"They're gifts. Little Remus gave them to me before I died and insisted that I was to bring them to Uncle Moony's with me."

"Okay. But what's with the wolf."

"Like I said, James grew up hearing stories about the Marauders. Those stories also included their illegal animagus forms and the fact that one of them was a werewolf. When Remus grew a bit older, James started telling him the same bedtime stories. Harry and I both helped of course. Little Remus knew that one of the Marauders, Uncle Moony, had the animal form of a large brown wolf."

"You told him that I was a werewolf?" Remus asked shocked.

Sirius shook his head. "Not yet. He's only three. He doesn't understand about werewolves yet. James and Harry were going to wait until he was older before they explained everything to him. The boy just thinks that the wolf was your animal form, like how mine was a black dog."

Remus was relieved. He had been three when he was bitten and knew that werewolves were something that no three year old should know about. That was something the boy could wait to learn about.

Sirius picked up the wolf and handed it to Remus. "Here, this one's for you."

Remus took the wolf and looked at it. Surprisingly, it looked exactly like he had. Same brown fur and amber eyes. The only thing missing was the scars covering the body.

While Remus was distracted, Sirius took the opportunity to pull Remus back into his arms and press a light kiss on his cheek. Gods, how he had missed this. It was the little things like having Remus in his arms that Sirius had missed the most.

Before he could take it any further, a loud chime sounded throughout the house. Remus' eyes lit up.

"They're here." He said.

"Tell them to go away." Sirius grumbled, burying his face in Remus' hair.

"They've wait a long time to see you Sirius."

"I don't care. I missed you and I'm not letting you go." Sirius voice was full of promise.

Remus wiggled out of his embrace and stood up. "Later Sirius. We have all of eternity for that." He promised. "In the meantime, come on. You'll want to see them."

Sirius sighed. It didn't seem like he was going to get started on making up the thirty-four years he and Remus had lost so he supposed he might as well meet Remus' friends.

He got up and followed Remus to the living room. The werewolf stepped to the side and gestured for Sirius to open the door. Confused, the animagus stepped forward and pulled the door open.

"Hel…" The greeting died in Sirius' throat. Standing there on the other side of the door were James and Lily, both of them wearing face splitting grins.

"Padfoot." James said, pulling Sirius into a hug.

Sirius hugged him back and then turned to Lily. When he let her go, James beckoned him outside.

"Come on Sirius. We have a lot of pranks to make up for."

An: This is the end of Goodbye. I leave it up to you readers as to which story you want me to do next. Check out my profile for the summaries and let me know in a review which you want me to do next. Until next time.