And just like that, everything had gone. All the sense, all the reasons, everything, Remus couldn't find them anymore.
His heart might have been about to explode when Sirius had mentioned his closest friends, Lily and James. Had Voldemort found them and burned down their house? Where were they now? Are they hurt? He was bursting with questions but a moment later, these questions were needless.
"Dead?" he whispered shallowly, a light nausea settling over his head. Who was dead? Who were dead? His heart was gone, his breathing was heavy as the world around him became suffocated with silence. His eyes had strayed themselves from Sirius again as he recalled his friend's news. Peter was the Secret-Keeper, he was with Voldemort. Both were dead...both being Lily and James. Harry was okay.
But Lily and James were--!!
"OhGod." Something clattered as Remus noticed that he was against Lily's desk...Lily, really? Of course she can't be dead, she's here with them! But the heels of his palm were upon the desktop's edge and the chair had been displaced from where his body had pushed it. Lily and James were both dead? Lily and James were both dead...
He found their stunned faces in the darkness, their bodies strewn, staring agape at the sky, the way he had seen lost friends of his in the Order. Impossible; when he left, James was playing with Harry, Lily was ordering him to be careful with their son--
"Impossible," he breathed, shaking his head, his heart beat thumping against his ears as he looked up to Sirius. "That's impossible. Peter would never...bloody hell, he's too much of an idiot to become Secret-Keeper or to even make it to Voldemort..." The thought alone was laughable.
He swallowed a rock. "But Sirius, you were there," he declared boldly, looking straight into gray eyes. "You were there, Sirius, you're their Secret-Keeper! How could this have happened? It couldn't have!" His voice was picking up.