Remus stared at the moving dots on the map, his vision slightly blurred by tears.
He wasn't watching for anyone in particular, he was reminiscing.
Back to Once Upon A Time, when the dots labelled 'James Potter', 'Sirius Black', 'Peter Pettigrew' roamed among the black inked lines of the map. Now there was only his own, alone.
The last Marauder of the four. The group that once seemed invincible now had nothing but a single, lonely werewolf to show for itself.
A werewolf, and his memories of the times spent sneaking about the castle, running amok in the Hogwarts grounds, and nights spent roaming Hogsmeade in their animal forms. These were times long since past.
Prongs gone, killed by the Dark Lord.
Padfoot a traitor, to those that called him their brother.
Wormtail murdered, blasted away by a man who was once a friend.
And Moony, the Lonely Last Marauder, abandoned to think on what once was.