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The veil fluttered in the nonexistant wind, with no one there now besides Remus to see it.

--"He's not dead!" Harry yelled, straining against Remus, who was trying to hold him back. Can't let him go, was all Remus thought. Can't let him go, can't let him go, can't let him go.

The veil seem to wave at them.--

"He's not dead?" Remus asked of the stale air in the lonely room. He closed his eyes and shook his head, bitterly. "He's not alive, either."

And he's gone where I can't follow. Again. Such bitter thoughts.

Remus turned and left the room.

--

Accusing emerald eyes. "You let him go."

"No," Remus whispered. "No, I--"

"You let him go. Are you going to follow him, Remus Lupin? You let--"

Remus sat up in bed, and, with a deep sigh, reached up a hand to wipe sweaty hair away from his forehead, watching dust motes float in the slight light of the moon.

"I didn't let him go," he whispered again, to a room cold despite the sticky warm August weather. "And I--I'm not going to follow him." Somehow, it was a question.

The dust and the cold in the room gave him no answer.

--

"You let him go."

"Are you going to follow him?"

Echoes.

"You let..."

"...follow him?"

"...let him go."

"...going to follow..."

"...him go."

"Are you..."

"You let him..."

"Are you going to..."

"You let him go."

"Are you going to follow him?"

"NO!"

He sat up in bed again, and took several deep breaths, trying to control the frantic beating of his heart. He shivered and involuntarily turned his head, looking out through dirty window panes at the moon, barely a quarter full.

"I didn't let him go," he told the softly glowing crescent. "And I'm not going to follow him." He hesitated, his breath stopping for a moment, and then left the Am I? unsaid.

The moon didn't answer him.

--

Green eyes glared at him. "You let him go."

Grey eyes gazed at him. "Are you going to follow?"

Green eyes glaring--grey eyes gazed, now so soft...

"You let him go. Are you going to follow?"

They echoed each other, and Remus began to shake his head, saying, "No, no no, no!"

Green glare, grey gaze--

Greengreygreengreygreengrey--

"You let him--"

"Are you going to--"

"NO!"

The cry tore out of his throat, and he buried his face in his hands, taking deep breaths to steady himself. With his luck, someone heard that cry, and--

Footsteps sounded outside his room, and a hand started turning the knob and opening the door. "Remus?" Tonks asked quietly, stepping into the room and leaving the door slightly ajar behind her. "Remus, are you--"

"I'm fine!" he interrupted her, not caring if he was being rude. Just--no questions. Not now.

"Remus." She was concerned for him, he knew, but he couldn't bring himself to really reassure her.

"I'm fine," he said, but so tired, and he knew Tonks would be able to see through it...

"Don't follow him," she whispered, and then was out the door.

He didn't answer her.

--

The veil fluttered, though there was no breeze. "I didn't let him go," he told it flatly.

It waved at him in response, and he gave a massive shiver, gooseflesh breaking out over his skin. He rubbed his arms in the sudden chill.

"I didn't let him go," he said again. "And--" A poem kept trying to float through his mind, one he learned long ago when he went to America--The woods are lovely, dark and deep,/ But I've got promises to keep--

"And miles to go before I sleep," he murmured, finishing the poem. "And miles to go before I sleep."

He regarded the veil in front of him, and now it seemed as if it was waving him goodbye.

He turned around and left.

--

"I'll follow," he told glaring green eyes and gazing grey eyes, "but not right now." He smiled slightly, and both pairs of eyes softened. "I've still got miles to go...

Why yes, I do like Robert Frost. *g*