Prologue: Battle of Hogwarts 2nd May 1998
The body of Remus Lupin had suffered a lot of damage throughout his relatively short life. Be it the horrific consequences of his lycanthropy or the cruiciatus spat from the hateful lips of a death eater, his body had always fought for air, pushed back against the black spots invading his vision. But now, on the cold floor of the place he called home, the body of Remus John Lupin lay inanimate as the surface below it. It was ironic really, that the only place where he had truly lived would also be the place where he would die. He would laugh were he able, but unfortunately the black held him now as the final sounds of battle sputtered out. His son would be alone. That was his last thought as he left this world that had been so cruel to him as of late, but hopefully a world that would be better as a result of his sacrifice along with the countless others that would later appear on a disgustingly official looking list. The black and white clear cut columns, making the lives of those that died organisable, filed away as good or bad, dark or light… but no one would remember how he took his coffee, why he liked his toast so brown it was almost burnt and how he would affectionately caress the spine of a book as though it were the cheek of his son.
So, I am going to tell you a story, his story, and you're going to listen because clearly you have nothing better to do and I'm going to be stuck waiting at this god-awful station for a while, my dear Moony always did like to keep me waiting…