Remus held his breath as Sirius Black fell through the veil. His last best friend. Gone. Remus was the last marauder remaining. James was dead, died protecting the two the loved most. Peter, as good as gone, over to the enemy, betraying Padfoot and their Lily flower, and now Sirius, dying to protect that same person, his godson. Remus contemplated where he now stood. He had nothing left to live for. He glanced at the wand in his hand. He could easily make it look like an accident. It wouldn't hurt. Murder, plain and simple. Yet it wasn't. He would be in a better place, with his best friends. He had nothing left to live for. He steadied his wand when a yell of "Sirius! SIRIUS!" pulled him back to reality. His voice. Harry's voice. This boy is what Remus could live for, this boy is what his best friends died for, because he is not just James and Lily's son, he is all of their sons, all who came here to fight and protect them. He held so much of them. James's appearance. Lily's eyes and Sirius's knack for locating trouble. He would live to help protect what his best friends died fighting for, because Harry was worth it.

~2 years later~

Remus watched his sleeping wife, holding his newborn son. He stood, thinking. Harry had made him see that he had indeed got things to live for, and now he will pull a James and charge off to battle for his wife and son, because now he has everything to live for.

Finis.

A/N: K, I hate authors notes but THIS IS IMPORTANT!

I just want to say I'm going to delete all my stories except for 2 graves and Narnia drabbles (and this one of course) butt if you want me to keep a favourite of yours, review it and I'll consider putting it up for adoption. Also, please tell me what you think!