We didn't hear from You-Know-Who again that day. Some people said Dumbledore went to the Forest, and the Death Eaters had run away. Others said You-Know-Who and Dumbledore had duelled until our headmaster drove the Death Eaters away. One person even said that Dumbledore had killed You-Know-Who (but no-one ever really listened to Xenophilius Lovegood's mad ramblings). All I know is, the protective spells were back up, as well as Muggle-Repelling spells, Anti-Intruder jinxes, and more. No Death Eater would step on Hogwarts grounds. Not for a long while, anyway.
We held a memorial service for the fallen students. There were far too many names - far too many sons and daughters not able to go back home alive - so the service took a while. Tears flooded down my face when Dumbledore spoke about Artemis and Rita, and Lily started bawling in Potter's arms.
A comforting arm slid around my shoulders, and I looked up to see Remus. His face was stony, but the tear marks, and the pain in his eyes gave away the feelings he was trying to hide. I rested my head on his shoulder.
"It's gonna be okay, Rem. It has to be," I murmured. He squeezed my shoulders reassuringly, but said nothing.
When the service was finished, Dumbledore said that we could go home for a week to rest, if we wanted, so there was a mad rush to the dormitories to pack, because the train was leaving in a few hours. I didn't go pack though. I was going to stay at Hogwarts, giving me a little time to think. Lily was going home, and so was 99% of Gryffindor, so my dorm would be empty.
When everyone was heading down to the train, I said goodbye to Lily and headed up to the common room. I passed Potter, Black, and the fat rat boy on my way there, but Remus wasn't with them, so I assumed he was already on the train. But when I entered the now empty Gryffindor tower, I heard crying. Coming from the boys' dorms.
"Hello?" I called, walking up the staircase into the dorms. I got no answer, so I tried again.
"Hello? Anyone there?" I asked again. Still no reply. I stood by the door to one of the dormitories, and heard someone speak.
"-see you now, Artemis. I'm coming now, I promise," I heard someone say. Remus. I burst into the dorm, and saw him kneeling on the floor with his wand under his chin.
"Expelliarmus!" I yelled over him. His wand flew out of his hand, and he looked at me with puffy red eyes.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I yelled, dropping down next to him and shaking his shoulders.
"I... I can't..." he broke off, crying. He was broken. Wow, he must have really loved her.
"Hey, look at me. Everything will be fine. Think about what she'd say if you'd kill yourself. 'What were you thinking? You left Pitch on her own? You think Lily can control her?? And Black? Potter? You left them to run wild?! Arse!!' " I said, imitating Arty's tone. Remus laughed weakly, despite his tears.
"Yeah, that s-sounds like something she'd-she'd say," he sniffed. I looked him in the eyes.
"I'm not good at comforting people, but I know that it hurts when you lose someone that you love.But killing yourself isn't the answer! There are people here who need you. Black, Potter, the fat one, Lily. They need you. I need you," I hiccuped (I always got hiccups when I cried too much).
Then Remus did something that really surprised me. He kissed me. I did something equally surprising. I kissed him back. He ran his hands through my hair, down my back, and used my butt to pull me closer to him. We both needed a distraction from the hurt of losing Arty -and Rita- and there was no better way then what followed after he picked me up and threw me onto his bed.
(A/N: Sorry, smut-lovers, no smut for you. Since I'm only 15, mummy, aka the Battle-Axe, says no smut, and limited swearing. Don't hate me! Okay, continue...)
"We can't leave Moony behind. As much as we want to go home and rest, our friend is in a rough place right now, and we need to be there for him," James said.
"Very inspirational speech, Prongsy, but I'm sure Moons just wants to be alone for a while. A week won't kill him," I replied. James glared at me, and I cursed my stupidity when I realised why.
"Forget I said that last bit," I muttered as we entered the dorm.
"Oh my God!" Wormtail screeched, averting his eyes, because there was Remus, in his bed, drapes wide open, with Pitch. Naked. And their clothes were in scraps on the floor.
"What the hell is going on here?!" I yelled angrily. Hearing my voice, the both stopped what they were doing, and Pitch pulled the covers up to her neck. I noticed both of their eyes were red from crying.
"I'd... I'd better go," Pitch mumbled, glancing at her shredded clothing.
"Take one of my shirts or something," Remus told her. After Pitch had pit on a long t-shirt and left, I turned to face my friend.
"Explain. Now," I demanded. Remus shrugged.
"I wanted to commit suicide, Pitch stopped me, I kissed her, and it just... happened," he answered. I was absolutely livid. Pitch was mine. How could he do this? Yeah, sure, Pitch and I never really dated (even though she thought we were), but she was still kind of my ex. It still felt like my best friend had sex with my girl. Ex-girl. Never-was-my-girl-so-can't-really-be-my-ex-girl.
"Sirius, it's no big deal. You said you didn't like her, and we didn't exactly plan it. Besides, she did say she didn't want to lose her virginity to someone as arrogant as you or James," Remus said.
"It doesn't matter! I still kinda-sorta dated her- wait, what? You... you took her virginity?! I'm going to kill you!" I exclaimed. He shrugged again, ignoring the threat.
"Yeah, you dated her for a bet. Even though James and I planned the bet to get you and Pitch together..." he trailed off, looking at me.
"You...you what? What made you guys want to do something like that?" I asked, no longer yelling. It was James who answered.
"You have to ask? Sirius, mate, you two are so alike It's scary! You said her Animagus was a black dog, and I'll bet my broomstick her Patronus is too. Hell, you even look a little alike. You eat the same, act the same, like the same things... it's like she's a female version of you. You guys are meant to be together," he explained.
I swore internally. It was just like them to notice something like that. I'd calmed down a lot after James' explanation.
"That... makes sense. The feelings, the jealousy, the guilt, I understand all of that now," I said to myself.
"Feelings? What feelings?" asked Peter. I looked at the three of them and blurted out what I'd convinced myself was impossible.
"I'm in love with Pitch."