A/N So I have wanted to do a marauder era fic for a while so here it goes, this is the prologue from Remus' POV. The first chapter will be up hopefully in the next couple of days. It costs nothing to fave, follow and review so please do so 3
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Prologue
December 24th 1981
'The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death'
The words were meticulously engraved in the shining white marble. Remus Lupin held out a gloved hand to gently slide the snow off the top of the headstone, the snow dissolved under his warm touch, leaving his glove damp. The only source of light on that cold winters night was the dim lantern that Remus carried in his hand and the shining stars, glittering above the graveyard, like tiny crystals illuminating the sky. In the distance he could hear the low sound of church bells, ringing out for Christmas Eve. 'The people in Godrics Hollow would be at the church, celebrating' Remus thought. 'it was after all Christmas.' Remus bent down, onto one knee and stared at the names etched into the gravestone. Lily Potter 30th January 1960 - 31st October 1981. James Potter 27th March 1960 - 31st October 1981. It had almost been two months since the attack on Godrics Hollow, two months since the night he lost everything.
He could almost still hear the laughter and joy that echoed through that home every time he would visit. He could still smell the smell of freshly baked cakes and cookies wafting from the kitchen, the distinct aroma of the flowers that sat on the windowsill, brightening up the house and the scent of the bristles on the back of James' broomstick. He could still taste Lily's dinners, her perfectly cooked and seasoned vegetables, roasted potatoes and delicious apple pie, the taste of home. He could still feel the comfortable padding on their armchairs, the soft cover of the guest rooms bed and baby Harry's hand in his as he struggled to walk around the living room. Worst of all he could still see it. Lily's long red hair, that danced around her when she laughed and played with her boys, her emerald green eyes shining with happiness, she was so alive, in spite of being locked up in the house. James running his hand playfully through his eternally disheveled black hair, his hazel eyes darting around the room, drinking in everything around him, relishing being with his family. Baby Harry's eyes, wide and innocent and a carbon copy of his mothers, blinking at Remus, pleading him for chocolate or a jockey back. 'They were just kids' he thought 'kids who grew up to fast.'
The war was over. He ought to be happy. But every time he thought about to celebrating the defeat of He Who Must Not Be Named he saw their faces. Not just Lily, James and Harry but he saw others too. He saw Marlene McKinnon, with her long rock star blonde hair, so full of life and hope, lying under the earth with the rest of her family. He saw Frank and Alice Longbottom, with their baby boy Neville laughing, smiling and dreaming, sitting in a ward at St. Mungo's, barely able to remember their own name. He saw Dorcas Meadowes, who had always seemed to have something to say and an opinion to give, being brutally murdered in her own home. He saw Mary MacDonald, who was always kind and never hurt a soul, who was now presumed death, missing for over a year. Most of all he thought of Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black. Who had been his best friends, who along with him and James had made up the Marauders. People who Remus would of died for. Sirius Black who was now sitting in a cold, hard cell in Azkaban. Sirius Black who had betrayed his best friends, who had valued his own well being over the people who would of died for him. Sirius Black the reason Lily and James Potter now lay beneath the snow. Peter Pettigrew who had worshipped the ground the marauders walked on, despite being one himself. Peter Pettigrew who had been foolish enough to try take on Black by himself. Peter Pettigrew whose last act had been to avenge James and Lily. Peter Pettigrew who didn't even have a body to bury because the only thing they found of him was a toe. They were all just kids, who had grown up too fast.
The faint sound of Christmas carols rang throughout the graveyard, breaking the creepy silence. Remus Lupin thought of all these people. The people who had been excited eleven year olds, standing on platform 9 and ¾, dreaming about magic and how it would soon be a reality. The people who had been hopeful seventeen year olds, ready to face the world and the war looming. Who had trained to be aurors and joined The Order of the Phoenix all because they were so eager to make a difference. Who got married at eighteen because they had nothing to lose. Who had loved a little to hard, laughed a little to much and lived a little to short. They were, after all, only kids who had grown up to fast.
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