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Alone Wolf
They were gone…all of them. It had been over a year since it had happened, but the loneliness was only really setting in now.
He missed them. All of them, including Sirius, though he wouldn't admit that to anyone but himself.
You should be happy, he told himself. Voldemort is gone. "Yeah, but so are all four of your best friends," he muttered aloud.
Remus Lupin stood up and turned off the television. He was in no mood to watch the muggles ready themselves for their celebration. Walking to the kitchen area of his meager flat, he drank the last of the Wolfsbane Potion. He shuddered in disgust as he swallowed the potion. Ew.
"Damn," Remus exclaimed as he glanced at the clock on the wall. "Better get ready and go I suppose." He grabbed a ragged blanket off the chair, a firewhiskey out of the refrigerator, and put on his warmest coat and worn Gryffindor scarf. After making sure his apartment door was locked, Not that there's anything worth stealing, Remus looked at the clock once more and disapparated.
A moment later, Remus appeared in the Shrieking Shack. It was his first time back since leaving Hogwarts. It looked exactly the same, albeit a bit dustier. With a flick of his wand he lit a happy fire in the fireplace. Remus dropped the blanket on the floor near the fire to keep it warm; he wouldn't be needing it until the morning. He shrugged off his coat and pulled a chair over to the only window that wasn't boarded up to watch the sunset.
He hated this time of the month. Not that turning into a werewolf was fun in any way, but having the other three marauders made it bearable for Remus. He popped open his firewhiskey and took a swig. He wouldn't get drunk; that could have consequences of monstrous proportions. He just needed a little something to momentarily take his mind off his loneliness. Remus watched the sun as it slowly set over 1982. One of his least favorite years by far…
It was over a year ago that they all left. And he had never felt so alone.
"Happy New Year," he said to the empty room. Remus looked out the window of the Shrieking Shack at the full moon, concealed by numerous clouds. As an early batch of fireworks lit up the sky, Remus sighed and stepped away from the window, tipping back the last of his firewhiskey. He neatly folded his clothes and placed them on a chair so he wouldn't rip them when he transformed. As his body went through its transformation, Remus silently thanked the wonderful wizard who invented the Wolfsbane Potion that he had managed to get his hands on this month.
Remus stood on his four feet and shook out his fur. He didn't remember the tunnel to the Whomping Willow being so small. Looking at the moon, he let loose a long, sorrow filled howl. Happy New Year, indeed.