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Time: Harry Potter ant the Order of the Phoenix
Au: soulmates; timer
Warnings: short. And heartbreaking. I'm sorry <3
Length: 401 words
Prompt: none
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Sirius balanced one of his mother's old chinas on his head, his legs laying crossed on the creaking table.

"Oh, come on, Moony, it's going to be alright," Sirius said half-heartedly and let the plate fall down to the floor and break.

Remus stared at the timer printed on his arm and counted the seconds. Yes, maybe he was a little bit too old for soulmates at his thirties, but who knew how these things worked.

"Anyway," Sirius sat and propped himself against the wooden chair. "How mush time do you have left?"

"Half a minute."

Sirius felt like the time to start comforting his fellow werewolf has finally come. "Don't worry Moons, if she's really you're soulmate she'll be a dork just like you."

Remus sent him a small smile, but his eyes were distracted.

He jumped when a crashing sound came from the front door upstairs. Following it was an "it's alright! I'll clean it!" In a girlish voice that Sirius didn't recognise.

He exchanged a look with Remus, and immediately understood that he didn't recognise it either.

"We're downstairs!" Remus called, doing his best at hiding his nervousness under a calm tone and manner. When footsteps echoed from the stairs Sirius smiled at him a little bit. Remus smiled back and turned his hand so Sirius could see the timer as well.

Three... two... one...

Another crush and the door opened in the right time for both the timers to ring. A little woman with bubblegum-pink hair that looked a little bit scorched here and there offered Remus a hand to shake with a big wide smile plastered on her face. "I'm Nymphadora Tonks. Just call me Tonks."

"Remus Lupin," Remus offered her a smile Sirius hadn't seen for years in return and shook har outstretched hand. "I heard your timer."

Sirius smiled, happy over the moon for them, but his mind was somewhere else and he couldn't keep up with their on-going conversation.

He tore his eyes of them and set his eyes on his own timer.

00:00.

Was since twenty years ago and will always be.

Since he laid his eyes on a pair of warm hazel eyes, that will never have the same warmth for him again.