He can't be dead he just can't. A tired grief-stricken Remus Lupin entered the bedroom previously belonging to one Sirius Black. He had just gotten his friend back, to have him taken away so soon just seemed cruel. Now he was, once again, alone. This time though he wasn't going to get any of his old friends back. James, Lily and Sirius were dead, along with so many others, and Peter was gone even farther than any of his deceased friends. Stumbling over clothes and other objects that had been strewn across the floor, Remus collapsed on the bed. He could feel that he was lying on paper so curious, he pulled it out. After seeing the object in his hand the tears that he had held back so well made their appearance. He was holding an old photograph of four boys grinning at the camera. They looked so happy and care-free. So much time had passed since this had been taken, some time during their fourth year. The picture was creased, slightly torn, with yellowing edges, and now little wet spots left from Remus' tears. All the memories of the greatest years of his life started to resurface. Remus immersed himself in the past, as he went back, back to the beginning.