Hicha, all. This is my first posted ( I have two others in the works. The Marauder Chronicles and another big one) Harry Potter fanfic done from my favorites POV, Remus Lupin. ; I hope that you'll enjoy it!
SPY AND SECOND HAND MAN OF HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED CAPTUREDThe headline screamed. I felt my stomach twist into knots as I read and re-read the big, bold, black print. Sirius? Betrayed Lily and James? Killed Peter and dozens of muggles? I shook my head. Impossible. Not my Sirius, not my old friend. It made no sense, even in these corrupted times. Sirius would never of given up James and Lily to Voldemort. He wasn't a spy, couldn't be. He never tangled with those he couldn't match. James was a Marauder, Peter too. As a rule a Marauder didn't betray another Marauder. It had been Sirius to officially announce it.
I re-read the headline again, tears coming to fill my golden eyes and haze my vision. Times were wrong, horribly wrong, but I still couldn't believe it. Could one of us really give another up to death? It didn't seem possible, like a far away dream. The tears finally came spilling over, dripping down to the newspaper. Dead. James and Peter, dead. Betrayed. Betrayed by their best friend, Sirius. The evidence was there, screaming furiously, but it didn't seem right. Yes, Sirius had been secret keeper for James and Lily. Yes, a whole street full of muggles had seen Sirius murder dozens. Was Sirius capable of murder? Yes. Had he not almost killed Snape during our 6th year? But it, this, didn't seem true. Sirius had rules, morals. Friendship was important, so important to my haughty troublemaker. He would die before betraying them, before betraying us, before betraying the Marauders.
I let go of my newspaper, the tears dancing down upon my face, burning my skin. Old tears for James and Lily mingled with new tears for Peter and Sirius and our betrayal. I slid off the chair, resting upon my hands and my knees, staring at the newspaper on the floor, at the picture of Sirius under the headline. My silent tears are rapidly changing to sobs, harsh and dry, causing my chest to hurt. I closed my eyes and opened them, staring back down into the handsome face of my best friend, Sirius."Moony," the picture mouthed. I blinked and my knees went weak as I fell to the floor with a soft thud. The only sounds filling the quaint room were my desperate sobbing. James, I'm crying for you. Lily, these tears strain my face in honor of you. Peter, my chest is aching from these sobs for you. Sirius, these wails are for you, too. And for myself, also, do I weep. For I am the last Marauder.
