Remus Reflects
So. Here I am. The last Marauder.
I always thought that I'd be the first to go. Monthly transformations take their toll, and the nature of my condition allowed me to undertake more dangerous Order work than most. Yet here I am, alive, and alone.
Wormtail was the first, I suppose, although I did not know that he was a traitor until recently. He left us of his own volition. Then Prongs, stolen by another Marauder's actions. Finally, Padfoot, protecting Harry, battling the woman that represented everything that he hated about his family. But he lost.
He hadn't been the same, when we were reunited. Azkaban had taken its toll on him, of course, yet James' death was probably hardest on him. After all, he blamed himself, no matter how often everyone insisted that it was not his fault. Harry seems to share that trait.
Harry. Me and Harry are similar, I suppose. Both of us feel abandoned by the same people, both of us feel alone. But he has his friends. My best friends are dead.
So. Here I am. The last Marauder.
I feel lost.