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Harry stared at the picture, unable to form the words he needed to tell his wife what the gift was. It had arrived by owl post this morning on his 21st birthday. There was a letter with it.
Dearest Harry
If you do not receive this before your 21st birthday it will mean that Tonks and I have died in battle. I know I ordered her to stay behind but this is Tonks and she will come for me. I am sorry for your losses which I am sure will be many, but I rejoice for you also as this letter means you have killed You Know Who. Perhaps you are even married to, dare I say it, Ginny. I hope you are well and enjoying life with your friends as I did once so long ago. Take care of the photo. It was taken on the day of our graduation and I want you to have it. Please feel free to go through the rest of my things if you need more information about your parents.
Yours sincerely
Remus Lupin, the clever marauder, or so they thought.
Harry looked at the picture blankly unsure of what to say. His mother and father were standing in there Hogwarts robes, holding hands and pointing at their Head Boy and Head Girl badges. They looked happy and free, just like they were never going to die, never going to lose to a Dark Wizard. An orphan like their own son would be. Sirius stood by James' side waving a sheet of paper at the camera and grinning. Harry had only seen him grinning like that once before, when Harry had been staying at Grimmauld Place. Lupin was standing by Lily and chuckling gently at whoever was taking the picture. He was less worn and tired; clearly there had been no full moon in a while. And lastly right on the end looking happy but nervous was Peter. He looked timid and almost unsure of whether he should have been there or not but he also looked happy.
Harry had never really forgiven Peter for what he did but then as Lupin had once said, fear makes people do terrible things and perhaps Peter had bitten off more than he could chew taking on the marauders. Harry smiled at the picture. It had been four years since the end of the war and Peter's death and seven since Sirius' death. He couldn't even remember his parents but the fact that they would always be there smiling and watching restored his faith and cheer. He placed the picture on the table and waved back to his parents and their friends. He kissed his wife and continued opening presents under the watchful eyes of the marauders.
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