A/N: Hey so this is my third multichapter fic! This OC has been stuck in my head for so long, i'm not sure how it's going to turn out, but i hope you all like it. The first chapter is Remus-centric and his reactions to October 31st 1981. It's only a short chapter but most will be longer.

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Remus Lupin was stood in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts. His knuckles were bleeding from punching one of Dumbledore's glass cabinets. He couldn't even feel the pain. Dumbledore had sat there calmly. Remus put his head in his hands, unable to stop the tears from pouring down his face.

"This can't be happening. This is a nightmare. I'm going to wake up any minute," breathed Remus.

Minerva McGonagall was stood in the back of the room. The normally static and straight -faced woman had gripped tight to the back of the headmaster's chair as she watched Dumbledore deliver the news to Remus. She crossed the room and placed her hands on his shoulder. She enveloped him in a hug and held him tightly as he sobbed into her shoulder. His sobs reduced to shallow breaths and he pulled himself away from his old professor and sat down on the chair. Instead of returning to her previous position behind Dumbledore, McGonagall remained behind Remus, placing her hand on his shoulder. It was only Dumbledore that noticed her sniff and wipe her eyes, though he pretended not to.

"And Harry? Where is he?"

"Harry is with Lily's sister and her husband. The old blood magic that allowed Lily to save Harry will continue as long as he is in the presence of her kin," replied Dumbledore calmly. There was a long silence.

"Professor, I need to see Sirius. There's no way-" began Remus.

"Remus, he was their secret keeper. There is no other explanation. And there are multiple eyewitness accounts that saw what happened between him and Peter."

"I know, i just can't believe it."

McGonagall gave Remus' shoulder a squeeze. In her wildest nightmares, she never imagined the futures of the four boys she had watched for so many years so end like this. They were practically brothers, especially poor James and Sirius.

"He wouldn't just leave Amelia. She means everything to him."

McGonagall watched Dumbledore closed his mouth. They shared a look. Honestly, she couldn't disagree with Remus had said. The little girl was almost three years old. After an unplanned pregnancy in his last year old Hogwarts and then the girl's mother falling victim to death eaters shortly after they left school, Sirius never left the girl alone. He became one of the most loving fathers McGonagall had ever seen. It didn't make sense to her that he would leave her and go on the run.

"I don't know what to tell you Remus. It seems that even the people who knew him best, didn't really know him at all."

Remus looked away and gulped. He breathed heavily.

"Where's Amelia?" he breathed through gritted teeth.

"With Andromeda and Ted Tonks. I didn't think it would be wise to place the child with Walburga, considering Sirius' disownment and the child's half blood status."

Remus nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah, good. She'll be fine with Andromeda, Padf-" Remus stopped abruptly. "He always said that she was his favourite cousin."

A wave of nausea overcame Remus. He hung his head, Sirius had been one of his best friends, now he couldn't even bring himself to say his name.

"You're welcome to stay the night in the castle, Remus," offered McGonagall gently.

"No, I should go," sighed Remus, not even saying goodbye before grabbing a handful of floo powder from beside Dumbledore's fireplace and stepping into the flames.

He stumbled out of the fireplace of a small cottage that he'd been using as a base for his order mission. He stumbled forward and sat down at the small table. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily. He looked around the room and his eyes rested on the only thing that wasn't old and musty. A small wooden frame that contained a photo of himself, James, Sirius, Peter, Lily, Harry and Amelia, around the time Harry was born. It was the only thing that kept him going through all the tortures that the other werewolves had inflicted upon him. Peter was pulling faces at Amelia and Harry. He and Lily were laughing together, whilst James and Sirius were throwing their arms around each other laughing along. Remus' stomach lurched and he ran to the sink as he emptied his stomach of the little food it contained.

He felt dizzy, the room seemed to be closing in on him. He apparated to the first place he thought of- the leaky cauldron.

The noise was tremendous. Laughter and singing filled his ears. He glanced around, watching people dance and throw their arms around each other.

The room was suddenly shushed by Tom, who stood on a table.

"The war is finally over!" exclaimed Tom, earning cheers from the room. "But we've got to remember the losses along the way." The room became silent. "To James and Lily Potter, the last to lay down their lives to defeat You-know-who."

"To James and Lily," repeated the room solemnly, drinking from their cups.

"And last but not least, to Harry Potter. The boy who lived," shouted Tom.

The room repeated Tom's words. Remus felt a pain in his chest. He pushed through the crowd and out the door into muggle London. He sank to his knees and breathed heavily, allowing the freezing cold air to enter his lungs. What on earth was he supposed to do? How was he meant to carry on without his friends? He'd lost everything.

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