Chapter 1
The Death of Black
It was a quiet and peaceful day, which was rare for Remus a very rare day indeed, which is why it is most unfortunate to be the day his friend Sirius Black died. Or rather the day after, this, however, is irrelevant to the story because the story is currently in Remus Lupin's sitting room of his apartment flat close to Kings Cross Station, where the trains could often be heard letting out a loud blaring similar to one of a banshee. Remus sat in an obviously old and worn out chair much like his robes, his head was looking down at an old black and white photograph with a small group of boys laughing, wide grins spread across their faces. The picture was a sad reminder that Lupin was alone, truly alone. For his old Hogwarts mates were gone James dead, Sirius dead, Peter might as well be dead too, it seems that werewolves are not meant to be happy. After staring at the photograph for a few more moments Remus put it down on the caramel coffee table and sighed making his way towards the kitchen, however, a knocking at the door stopped him. A mixture of shock and caution came over him for not many knew where he lived except Dumbledore, with his wand by his side he rushed to the doorway and swooshed open the door. There standing out in the hallway was…. Tonks, hair surprisingly not pink but rather a morbid black color, her face was strewn with tears. Tonks had stifled a small cry before blurting out the word, "I'm sorry" after which she collapsed into Remus's arms with such gusto that nearly knocked them both to the ground. Lupin regained his balance and said, "Why don't you come in? I'll put on some tea for us" leading her into the cozy apartment and onto his couch where she sank into hands now covered her face.
