Requiem: Unfinished, Through the Wolf's Eyes
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He never told him. He couldn't. He never told her either. Never had the chance.
It wasn't supposed to be this way. They weren't supposed to die. He wasn't supposed to have been the traitor.
He stepped into what had once been their house. The wooden door cracked as he closed it. The mantle held a single picture that stood upright. The other's were lying on their side, or on the floor. Sprinkles of glass covered the singed carpet of the floor.
He picked up the small picture on the mantle. She was smiling and waving to the camera, and he was holding the boy in his arms. The baby sat there, clapping his hands joyfully. His father blew out the candles on the cake for him. He put the picture back down. He couldn't believe they were gone.
Fiver of the future-graduates of Hogwart's sat by the lake. The girl's feet dangled in the water, and she was lying back on the messy-haired boy's leg. He, in turn, was leaning slightly against a large slanted rock. A watery-eyed boy sat beside him, knawing on a sugar quill. Another boy, slightly taller and paler then the rest, sat reading a book in a low tree branch. There was one final person in the group, who was sitting skipping stones across the lake impatiently.
"I can't believe you're leaving next year, Remmy…" The girl sighed, pushing a strand of red hair out of her eyes.
"And Wormtail……you're really going to Spain?" The boy who was skipping stones asked. The boy eating the sugar quill only nodded, and swallowed a bite. "Oh woe be us…what shall we ever do without you?" He dropped the small pile of stones and flopped back on the grass.
"No matter who we become,or where we are, we'll always be friends. Friends forever?" 'Remmy' stated from his tree branch. His eyes scanned through the small group of people. There was a small see of nods, and the skipping-stone boy stuck one of his hands into the centre of the circle-type shape.
"Friends forever!" He cheered, pumping the other hand in the air. The girl sat up, and 'Remmy' climbed down from his tree. Her, 'Remmy', and the messy-haired boy almost instantly put their hands in the centre of the circle.
"Friends forever!" They chorused. The small boy with the watery eyes hesitated before putting in his hand.
He crept into the next room. The kitchen, he thought. There was a wand still on the counter, and a set of three empty plates out on the table. Nobody had been allowed to touch anything in the house for at least the first month. After that, nobody had wanted to change anything. It would've been like altering the memory of them. In a way, like forgetting them.
He couldn't do that to the boy.
He couldn't do it to him. He was a fellow Marauder.
He couldn't do it to her.
Once, he loved her. Once, he felt betrayed by him because they both loved her. Once, he believed that they would actually keep that promise made in sixth year.
The stairs creaked under the weight as he sat on the bottom stair. The stairwell was scorched, and a set of faded words remained on the banister. He remembered when they carved them in; when they were twelve. The three of them: Sirius, James and himself.
He rubbed his fingers across the faint etching. He felt like laughing scornfully at how hopeful they had been; about how childish they had acted.
"Marauders for ever…"