Characters: James Potter and Remus Lupin (mentions of) Dorcas Meadowes
Pairing: (Mentions of) Meadowpin and Jily
Fandom (and era): The Marauder Era

Disclaimer: I do not own anything having to do with Harry Potter, those rights belong to universal studios and J.K. Rowling.
Notes: Beware: Mentions of character death

Dorcas Avalon Meadowes was dead.

Dead. As in not living anymore. As in no more hearing pig-like snorts when she laughed, or seeing her teeth when she genuinely smiled or the way her gray eyes rolled whenever she was being sassy. And that didn't sit well with Remus Lupin, her boyfriend.

Or was it ex-boyfriend now since she was stone cold dead?

Anyway, when the werewolf had heard that the love of his life was dead he'd been at home. His home at the time being a rather small, slightly ratty apartment in muggle London, England's meatpacking district.

It was early morning and Dorcas was on a mission for the Order so Remus was to be alone for the next day and a half. Only he wasn't. He'd awoken around three in the morning because of a knock on his bedroom door.

'Doe?' His voice was scratchy as he snuggled into the heavy covers.

'I-It's James.' Remus picked his head up from his pillow and frowned. James coming over wasn't unordinary, infact each of his and Dorcas's three closest friends would show up at his and Dorcas's apartment and crash on the couch due to the fact they were usually home. But this time James didn't sound drunk, he sounded like he'd been crying.

Had he and his wife Lily fought?

'Be there in a second James-,' Remus picked up a semi-clean shirt he'd worn the day before off the floor and slipped it on his scarred torso. He walked to the door and opened it, only to be surprised at the sight. When Remus opened his bedroom door he saw James Potter with puffy, red eyes and a blotchy face. His hair was messier than usual and he kept shifting his weight from foot to foot.

'James,' Remus whispered comfortingly, 'What happened? Is Lily okay? Is Sirius-Peter?'

Remus hadn't realized it had been James on the Order mission with Dorcas.

'I-I'm sorry Moony, Doe-Dorcas, she's gone mate.' And Remus stumbled back, as if the pureblood had hit him. His chest heaved and it took him a moment to formulate a sentence due to his extremely dry mouth,

'What do you mean gone?'

'You-know-who, he-uh, he killed her on our mission Moony. I'm so sorry,' It was almost like James was begging for his forgiveness, but Remus was too numb to care at the moment.

The lighter haired boy walked back to his bed and sat on top of the covers.

'Dead,' Remus chuckled as James cautiously stepped into the room, 'She can't be dead, not her James. Not her!' And suddenly he was yelling, James flinched at the sudden loud voice. Remus stumbled to his bed-it was solely his now, and his head dropped to his hands where he started to sob heavily.

'Remus,' James sat next to the hurting man. No, correction-boy. Remus Lupin was still a boy of only nineteen, fighting in war that continually kept taking from him. James's hand rested on Remus's shoulder as wet tears cascaded down the man's heartbroken face.

'She died protecting the ones she loved, she went out the way she wanted. Loud and memorable.' James tried to smile, he couldn't really do it because the girl whom he thought of as a younger sister was dead. And she'd been killed right in front of him.

'She's dead,' Remus repeated before breaking into another round of sobs and James, like a father would do, took Remus into his arms and hugged him; crying quietly to himself, wishing he could go back to yesterday when Dorcas was alive, when he hadn't lost a good friend, and Remus hadn't lost the love of his life.