The door opened, with a slight squeak.

He was given away.

Cringing, he waited for her to start.

Closing his eyes, he realized, she wasn't.

What?

No, Flithy Halfbreeds, Werewolf scum? Muggle lovers and muggle borns tainting the house of her fathers?

She was silent. So was he.

Opening his eyes, he shut the door.

Walking over, he stared.

She stared back.

This was out of character, and he felt afraid. Very, very afraid.

Until she whispered. "Is it true?"

Remus reached out, ready to pull the curtains shut.

His hand faltered mid-air.

Opening his mouth, he tried to form the words.

He couldn't do it.

His hand now rested at his side, and he wondered vaguely, as he wondered every day, if it was time to admit it.

Clearing his throat, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Yes."

He had sealed his fate.

His last hold onto Sirius, disappeared with that one word.

Yes.

She was silent. Numb, frozen in shock.

Gaping at the man infront of her, she opened her mouth.

And screamed.

She was never silent again. That one day was like a dream.

The sound of silence, would never be known to anyone stepping into number 12, Grimmauld Place.

She never screamed, that heartwrenching way again.

She put her vocal chords to yelling at Kreacher, and anyone else who dared enter.

But her heart wasn't it.

She wouldn't tell herself that, and she wouldn't be quiet.

Screaming was what she did before he died, so that's what she'd do after.

Then, he died.

He had died, and she stayed silent.

It had been five years since Sirius's death.

It would be another five years till she was silent again.

Another five years for her to feel.

But she wouldn't tell herself that.