"Avada Kedavra!"
It is predicted that 2 in 3 people fear death. Some will abandon all reason, and destroy their soul in order to save themselves, and attempt to prolong the time until they breathe their last breath. Not me; I welcomed death like an old friend, for there is only so much dark one can take, and still be expected to carry on. The horrors I have seen can not be carried around by one man whilst expecting him to remain whole after it all. The tragedies I have been through I would not wish upon my worst enemy.
I lost everything… Not technically everything, I still have possessions, a house, a bed, a wand, but all that really mattered has gone. It all seemed to happen at once, and yet dragged for an eternity. The first loss came as a shock, despite the warnings, a shock enough to cripple any man, worsened by the fact it was a double loss. And then the stealing of Peter, who's at the time, was just as hard as James', when the wounds were still raw. Brave Peter. If only I'd known the truth then, I could have saved myself the heartache. And of course then I grieved for Sirius, as although he was still alive, he was dead to me. One day, four brothers, family in all but blood, the next, one left, a lone empty shell. As a werewolf I was perhaps adapted to hardships, and maybe that is the reason I stumbled through life for so long, but I had changed. I lost all hope.
Or I did until I met Harry. The hope in him kept me sane when I lost Sirius for the second time. He gave us all hope. But tonight he is going to die.
Tonks is going to die tonight.
Kingsly is going to die.
Molly and Arthur are going to die.
Everyone I care about is going to die; we cannot win this fight.
But this time they will not be alone, for I will not allow those few remaining who I love to go and leave me here again. Tonight I am going to join those I lost. Tonight I am going to die, and I can't wait. And it is for this reason that I met the killing curse with a smile, something it wasn't perhaps accustomed to.
"Avada Kadavra!"
A flash of green light, and then for less than a heartbeat, I saw them again. Padfoot, Wormtail and Prongs, preserved in their perfect 17-year-old state, their faces not yet lined with the dark that was to come. And then I plunged into the darkness as I left this world and travelled into the next.
R.J.L
A\N: Bit of a random thing, written in perhaps 10 minutes, so not my best peice :) Not very long I know, but I didn't want to drag it out unnecessarily. I had The marauders seen at the end, as it's said your life flies before your eyes before you die, and they were his life really. I was reading Harry 5 for the millionth time, when Remus is restraining Harry, and thought of how much Remus must need comforting too, as he was probably hurting more than Harry. Review and I'll love you forever.