Full summary: If everything went along the lines "And they lived happily ever after", this... this, whatever we live in wouldn't be called life. Because real happy endings do often happen only in fairy tales, contrary to some beliefs. No matter how much this girl wanted to believe that there was always a light at the end of the tunnel, she found herself thinking it impossible to see. Why? Because, on the end of her seventh year, the light just wasn't there anymore. Yet, nothing was as tragic as it seemed, for life went on, and the time of her life was something she would treasure as long as she lived. Ah, those school days really were something for Azelia. And this, my good friends, is her story.

Pairings: Remus Lupin/OC, James Potter/Lily Evans, Sirius Black/various OC's

This is the first story I upload and will finish. I know that I wanted to read some good Remus/OC fictions with an original plot, and found that there weren't t all that many. So, seeing as I adore our dear Moonykins, I decided to try and write one myself. I am not saying nor am I promising this will be something spectacular for it is mostly based on a dream, but if you will give it a chance, perhaps you won't regret wasting your time on this. *giggles*

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything that is linked to the book or J.K. Rowling in any way, but I do own Azelia, a few other OC's and the plot. If I was J.K.R. , which I am not, sadly enough, I wouldn't be here writing fictions about the Marauders Era, I would be working on books about Marauder Era (because that would just be awesome for we all LUUUURVE them). So yeah, you get the point.

Everything we ever wanted

-Prologue-

Skipping happily down the seventh floor corridor, a girl made an abrupt turn to the left, continuing to change her hair to a whole palette of bright and strong colors there were, from a flaming red which made her hair seem like there was a Phoenix nestled on her head, to a odd green color which quickly turned to a midnight blue while she was whistling a rather catchy tune of a song whose name she didn't even know, or she had forgotten about at the moment of pure happiness.

Yes, this girl was really happy, and with a good reason too. Closing her eyes impatiently, upon her arrival to the portrait of the Fat Lady that concealed the passageway to the Gryffindor common room, she changed her hair color to a beautiful bonze every single girl in school envied her for, and her eyes turned a dazzling, sapphire blue. Being a metamorphamagus had never felt so great in all her short life which lasted for seventeen, almost eighteen years now. Knowing that all of Hogwarts' student body wanted to be her, she grinned widely and murmured the password.

She was, indeed, unbelievably happy, for today was her six months anniversary with her charming boyfriend Remus Lupin. Sighing, she climbed through the portrait hole, her hair turning slightly wavy because of her nerves.

Just about fifteen minutes ago, she was sitting in the library, bored to death, and was reading a random book she probably already read at some point of her seven years spent in this school. It was a book about Transfiguration that she didn't need to read again, Transfiguration came naturally to her. But since every single copy of Hogwarts: A History was checked out, and her copy was safely snuggled in her room at Potter Manor, she randomly chose a heavy looking specimen and opened it while she seated herself in a chair at a table in a far corner of the library.

She was just starting a really interesting chapter on animagus transformation when she heard an annoying tapping sound at a nearby window, and surely enough, a sandy feathered owl was proudly sitting on the windowsill, a note attached to her leg. Swiftly, she stood up and made her way, and what a long few steps it was for her, to the window, opening it with a little too much enthusiasm. The owl clipped its beak menacingly, but she ignored it and proceeded to untie the note. Had he remembered?

Unrolling the little piece of parchment, her heart skipped a beat when she read the neat, somewhat curly handwriting of her beloved boyfriend.

Azzy, it read

Meet me at my dormitory at once.

Remus

Although the note was short and very unlike anything Remus had written to her so far, she couldn't help but let the excitement overflow her as she put away the heavy book away, not really caring if she had put it in the right section. If only Madame Pince could see her now, she would probably ban her from further use of the library for 'mistreating the lovely heritage that was the books'. Not that she really cared, she just finished her exams for the final year and was graduating in a few days, so life was mostly chilling until Auror training began.

Once in the common room, she giggled slightly at the Head Boy and Girl arguing quietly beside the fireplace, Sirius Black sitting on the couch opposite to them, looking as though hearing the two of them was worse than the crutiatus curse. Yeah, he would gladly take the curse if it meant that it would shut his best friend James Potter and his lovely girlfriend Lily Evans up. But, on further observation, she found that Sirius looked as though he was bothered by something.

Approaching them, she smiled at Sirius, who turned all his attention to the bronze-haired girl that was Azelia Elena Potter, everything he wanted, but couldn't have. The hardest thing he ever did in this school just had to hit him like that – unexpected and fast like a lightning. He had liked Azelia since they were in, what, fourth year? And yeah, he tried to deny it by having short flings that were meant to take his mind of the often bronze-haired beauty. But as he once forgot who he was kissing, and he let the name of his best friend's sister slip from his lips, it was clear that he could not hide what he felt no more.

So there he was, sitting on a sofa while James and Lily were now apologizing to each other for the things they said. How bad he wanted to have what those two had, but as things were, his little fox was not only taken, but forever forbidden to him. Not that it would stop him with any other girl out there, but for crying out loud, that was Azelia he was referring to.

And why, some of you might wonder, did he let her slip away to Remus' awaiting hands? Well, Remus kind of never had luck with girls. Not that he wasn't popular or anything, he just wasn't interested. And seeing how he liked her, and she seemed to feel the same towards him, and not Sirius, Sirius never told her how he felt. For didn't someone say that, if you love someone you should let them go, but that you are destined for each other if it bounces back to you? Yes, he thought of that in that period of time, and thought about it a lot. If he loved her, which he did, he would want her to be happy, even for the cost of his own happiness.

Simple as that. He remained loyal to his friend, stopped eyeing Azelia, but a glance or two would escape him at a time. He couldn't help it.

"Yes, he is supposed to be upstairs, helping Peter with God knows what," Sirius said coldly. The less he spoke to her, the less it took him to get rid of her voice which rang through his head like bells, sweet, tender bells.

"I don't want any of you up there. It is one-on-one quality time with my beloved, so stay away," she mock threatened, raising her finger to prove her point, although, Sirius thought, she would be more convincing if she drew her wand out of her pocket.

Making her way through the common room to the staircase that led to the boys dormitories, she cast one last look at her brother, and letting a disgusted sound, climbed up the stairs, taking two at a time.

Opening the door without knocking, her sight was filled by a picture she would later have problems with erasing from her mind, for it imprinted on her brain and refused to leave, the picture that had shock and horror rush through her veins, bringing tears of hurt and anger to her eyes.

Somewhere in the Gryffindor tower, a painful shriek could be heard as a girl screamed her lungs out in agony. As soon as all the air left her lungs, she breathed in sharp and shallow, shaking her head in disbelief. What had just happened to her?