As he walked away from the dark house, he knew that this was for the best.
He didn't know what he'd been thinking. He'd loved her for as long as he could remember, but he'd always known it couldn't last. Normal was for everyone else, domestic tranquility didn't fit with his life. Talk of love and forever just weren't for him, and still he'd tricked himself into thinking it could last. Why the hell did he think he could be happy, especially now when Voldemort was killing wizards left and right.
This sort of life would suit others so much better; he could practically see James and Lily married with a kid and ridiculously happy. Hell even Peter would be better equipped for this sort of thing. But not him, he should of known that it could never be him.
He could hear the faint sound of the James Taylor Greatest Hits record they had on loop in order to help her sleep and he almost broke out into a sob. It was killing him to leave, but he knew staying would only put a target on their backs.
He worked for the Order of Phoenix, he would bring unwanted attention to them. Furthermore, He was a werewolf for Christ's sake; every second spent there would put them in harm's way.
He knew once she read his letter she would understand. Sure she'd be upset, but she too would see that it was for the best, at least for now. Besides, she'd said it herself the magical world wasn't safe for them.
It was why she'd had to turn her back on her pureblooded upbringing and everything it entailed. It was why despite having only recently graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with top marks she was living as a muggle working nights at a dinner. It was why he had to lie to all his friends about her. It was why she hadn't spoken to her family in almost a year. Christ they probably all thought she was dead. He knew she missed them, even Sirius despite their differences, but she was right if they knew the truth she really would be dead.
God this was all too morbid, he was only 18 for crying out loud. He shouldn't have to make these kinds of decisions.
"Yes! Definitely for the best," Remus whispered before he disapparated on the spot. Ignoring the sound of the record skipping and a 4-month old infant beginning to cry.
AN: Hi so this is a story that's been bugging me for a while and I've finally decided to put pen to paper and publish it. I'm currently looking for a beta so you'll just have to bear with any grammatical errors for the time being. And I know this prologue is short but trust me the next chapter will be longer.