LUPIN

When James and Sirius died, I didn't cry because they died, I cried because I knew I'd never see them again. When Lily died along with James, I cried because Lily was a sister to me, not because she was my late best friend's wife. When I died, personally, there was nothing to cry for.

I had wished for all of my life that it was over from the time when I was bitten by Greyback, to the time I died fighting for Harry and a better world for my newborn son to live in.

Without James and Sirius there, my life was useless. Nothing was fun for me anymore, like the times we Marauders used to have together in the old days.

When Tonks told me she loved me, my life got worse. I suffered in silence. Don't get me wrong, I loved Tonks to, but I wanted the best for her, and marrying me was the worst mistake she could ever make. I'm a werewolf, for crying out loud!

The last thing I wanted to do was doom her life to spending it with me, because I could transform, hurt her, turn her into a werewolf, and I would feel horrible. I didn't want to ruin her life.

I told her how ridiculous this was, that she should marry someone better for her, but she refused. I tried to talk her into marrying someone else from The Order, but again she refused. Nothing can change her mind- not even me. I can't change anything, my life is jank. Jank I tell you, JANK!

But, there are some things from time to time that either gives me a light of hope, or I think they're happy for a few minutes and they make my life worse.

For example, when Teddy was born; he was just like his mother. He had a perky way about him, and that tiny tuft of hair that could change color when he wanted it to. Luckily, he could live life happily, because none of the werewolf evidence transferred to his D.N.A.

I guess my life isn't always what it's cut out to be. Not always sad and lonely, not often happy and perky. I should just move on, live my life out of goodness, not out of pity.

At least that's what James, Sirius, and Lily would wish of me to do.

LILY

My last thoughts before I was brutally murdered by Voldemort were quite short and simple.

Harry was my one priority, and I was the only one to save him at this point. James was already dead, and Voldemort was climbing his way up the stairs to kill me and my son. The thing is only one question swirls through my mind at this time.

Why would a person with so much evil power as Voldemort does kill off Muggles and wizard and witches toddlers? Why does he want my Harry? It could have been Alice and Frank Longbottom's kid Neville instead of my baby? Why me? Why James? Why Harry?

I know that's a lot of questions, instead of the one, but it's necessary. I heard the door BANG where barricaded it to give myself more time. Just then, the items that were pushed against the door flew in opposite directions. I sat Harry down in the crib, spread my arms wide to protect him, and I began pleading. "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" I screamed.

"Stand aside, you silly girl. . . Stand aside, now."

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-"

"This is my last warning-"

"Not Harry! Please . . . have mercy. . Have mercy. . . Not Harry! Not Harry! Please- I'll do anything-"

"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!"

I knew this was the last thing I would ever do, so I decided to make it worth something. "This is for you Harry," I said to him. Then, I saw a green light, my body began to lose power and crumple. The next thing I knew, I was dead.

JAMES

Dang it! I died. Now Lily's left there with Harry all alone trying to fight off Voldemort without my help.

What is wrong with me? I leave my wand on the couch when I know that there is a evil, psychotic, anger issue induced, whack job of a wizard out to get us. Why did I have to be so stupid?

Poor Lily. Poor Harry. Just think what he has to go through every waking moment of his life, that is, if he survives.

If Lily doesn't survive, then he'll have to go live with that wretched Petunia, that right foul git. She makes me madder than Snape with a blow horn. Well, I guess it's just another thing to be sorry for Lily about.

Again, poor Lily.

And Harry would have to live with that couch potato named. . . What was his name? Verny? Virgo? Varcy? Vinny? Vernon? Yes, Vernon. That's it. He'd have to live with that couch potato named. . named. . Oh, man. It's gone again!

Well he'll have to live with him, her, and their chunky son, the awkward one with the fat nose.

Again, poor Harry.