The Last Marauder
(POV: Remus Lupin)
Why did it have to be me?
I would have been perfectly happy to have been the first to die. I would have been grateful. It's not that I ever really wanted to die-I just never wanted to watch my friends die.
But that's exactly what happened. James and Lily are gone-dead. Sirius betrayed them. How could he have done that? He was our best friend. And he killed Peter. He and Peter had never seen things the same way-but Sirius would never have killed another marauder.
But he did. He killed all of us. He killed James and Lily by turning them in to Voldemort. He killed Peter with his own hand. He even killed himself the moment the traitorous words of where his best mates were hiding came out of his mouth. And he killed me.
He gave me a fate worse than death. He left me without friends. He left me alone to pick up the pieces of everything he'd destroyed.
But I can't. I can't pick the pieces up. I can't fix what he's broken. He broke the marauders. He broke our unbreakable friendship. And he broke me.
I am no longer Moony.
I'm not even Remus Lupin anymore.
I'm just a futureless, broken thing that exists for the bloodthirsty monster inside me.
And it's not fair. It's not fair.
But who said life was fair?
(So I was kinda depressed when I wrote this. I don't even think it's very good. It's-obviously-right after Remus found out James and Lily are dead. Also he-obviously-doesn't know that Peter is really the traitor yet. He believes what everyone else believes-that Peter Pettigrew died trying to avenge James and Lily. He believes that Sirius is the traitor and he's been chucked in Azkaban. Anyway-I know it's bad, depressing, and short-but leave a review anyway! :/)