Possibility (May 7th) — @wolfstarmicrofic — Warning: Grief — Word Count: 485
It has been three days since Regulus Black was announced dead.
It has been three days since Sirius Black has said a single word.
"Padfoot," Remus tried gently, knowing that it would be to no avail but he had to try. "Can you at least look at me?"
Sirius was lying on his side on his bed, his arm tucked under his head to support it as he vacantly stared at a faraway spot on the wall.
"Please?" Remus, from his position kneeled down next to the bed, reached out a hesitant hand. He was relieved when Sirius let him brush away the strands of black hair that were falling over his eyes. "Sirius. Look at me."
And for some reason, Sirius did this time.
Remus almost wished he hadn't.
Sirius has always had his fair share of problems in life but even in the face of it all, he has never looked as broken as he does in the moment. It was like the life in Sirius' eyes died with Regulus.
"Remus," Sirius croaked out. "I don't remember."
"What don't you remember, love?" Remus asked tentatively, fingers absentmindedly going through Sirius' hair.
"I don't remember Regulus' voice."
Oh, and Remus, who hadn't even known Regulus Black, felt his own heart break at that.
Sirius swallowed the lump in his throat. "We hadn't talked in three years, I know, but ... what about the fifteen years before that?" His voice cracked and so did his resolve. "I tried to remember, Moony, I've been trying—I just can't. What the fuck did he sound like?"
Remus was truly at a loss for words.
"I do know he sounded like a little bitch," Sirius let out a mirthless laugh. "He was so snobbish and proper. What a fucking idiot, right?"
"You said once that he sang beautifully," Remus offered a small smile. "High praise, coming from you."
Sirius almost smiled. Almost. "He sang all the time when he was younger—it was always sad stuff. I guess, Regulus was just a sad person."
"I'm sorry, Sirius," Remus said. "I'm so sorry."
"I just wish I could remember what his voice was like," Sirius blinked back tears but they had started to spill. "I'll never know what he sounded like, Remus. There's no possibility of Regulus ever saying anything ever again—I will never remember the sound of his voice. He was my brother and I will never have the most basic part of him."
Remus understood that it wasn't just about Regulus' voice. It was about everything Sirius never saw of Regulus and the possibility of ever having him back in his life was just not there anymore. Regulus' voice, his dreams, his memory, his friendships and his family, his honor and his duty, it was all gone.
All Remus could do was hold Sirius as he mourned his brother for more than just being dead.
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