Lost

This day had started just like the one before. Fall had coloured the leaves in every nuance in between orange and brown creating an amber paradise as the afternoon sun shone over england. Witches and wizards were celebrating everywhere. The dark lord was dead. Won over by a little boy. Harry Potter was suddenly known by everyone.
And still, people forgot how much his celebritystatus had cost the toddler. Both his parents had died in order to protect him. He had lost his family and therefore was forced to live with his uncle and aunt who both despised everything that was the slightes bit magically.
But there were other people as well whos loss was forgotten in between the joy all around.

When the ministryworkers had arrived at his little flat, he had had no clue of what had taken place other than the end of voldemorts terror. Slowly he had gained more knowledge of what had happened. Of how Lily and James Potter had died. Of how Peter Pettigrew had found his end. Of how Sirius Black was the one to blame for the latter.
His best friends were dead. His lover and soulmate had killed one of them. His whole family had just vanished and the werewolf was all on his own now. The first people who had ever loved and accepted him regardless of his furry little problem were gone and Remus was lost.

It was not me., he wispered. He said it again and again. Heard by noone but himself. He was to blame for their dead but still he never wanted them to get harmed. He would have given his life for his friends. For all of them. And even though he had been in fury when he met the traitor who had given their location away he wouln't even have Peter killed. They were the Marauders nevertheless. They were a Team. That's how it had been ever since their first year at Hogwarts.
Nothing had changed, when they had found out about Remus condition. Nothing had changed, when he and the werewolf had found out about their feelings for each other in fifth year. Not even after their argument in sixth year after Sirius' little prank had nearly cost a life, as he had told Snape to come to the whomping willow.
I did not want this. And still noone would hear him. Noone would help him as Sirius Black was lost.

Maybe with time the situation woould improve for some of the victims of this one fateful day. But no matter what had happened to them within the following decade, no matter what they found or what they achieved, they still remained lost. At least a part of them.
The part, that had died with Lily and James Potter. The part, that died when they lost trust in each other. The part that died, when this happy little family was not anymore.