A/N: This is my second fan fic. I really think I'm getting better at writing. I've posted this story, like my other one, on another website. So if you've seen it before, it's not plagiarized.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any of these characters. Too bad.
The warm afternoon breeze ruffled his greying hair as he made his way down the deserted road. The sun reflected off his caramel eyes, making them glisten. Though it was summer, his skin was the same creamy color it had always been. He was wearing casual robes, not too expensive though.
A song bird was heard from somewhere close by. But this didn't stop Remus Lupin from walking. He had his hands in his pockets and was looking straight ahead.
Many things played through his mind. Things that had happened over the last few months. The biggest of them all was the downfall of Lord Voldemort. It had happened barely a month ago. Harry Potter had done it. After all of these years, he had done it.
It was a big war and many of the wizarding community fought in it, Remus himself included. It had been a long, tough fight, but it was worth it.
Not too long afterwards there was a new Minister of Magic. Fudge had finally come to his senses and fought with Dumbledore in the war, but was killed in the process. So Arthur Weasley was offered the job.
I'm glad he got it, Remus thought. He deserved it more than anybody.
Since Arthur had become Minister, he had many things taken care of, such as laws. He got rid of the law that discriminated werewolves. That meant Remus could finally get a job. And he did, at the Ministry of Magic. He worked as an Auror. Even though Voldemort was dead, there were still a few deatheaters that remained.
Remus stopped walking when he reached the gate. He opened it and stepped inside the graveyard. He wanted to visit the graves of his friends that had died in the war. He didn't know why, it was just something he had to do.
Remus walked down the rows of headstones until he found some that he knew. He stopped in front of one and read the name.
"Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody." He was a brave man, Remus thought. And he did kill many deatheaters. But he couldn't make it through to the end.
He died a hero's death, thought Remus. He proceeded down to the next one he knew.
Severus Snape. Remus bent down and touched his stone. The cool rock beneath his warm fingers sent shivers down his spine. Snape had fought with them, but Voldemort knew of his betrayl to him so he was killed.
At first, after learning of Snape's death, Remus didn't know what to do. Who would make my Wolfsbane Potion? he had thought. But luckily Hermione Granger was there to tell him that she knew how to do it. Just as well as Snape did.
That girl is too clever for her own good, thought Remus with a small smile and he went down a few more to the next one.
Remus stared at this one for the longest time. He couldn't believe it had actually happened.
"Albus," Remus whispered softly.
Dumbledore's headstone shone from the sunlight. Remus closed his eyes and remembered how he had died. Harry was just about to be killed by Voldemort, but Dumbledore had pushed him out of the way just as Voldemort had cast his spell. It had hit Dumbledore. Harry had chosen that time to cast his spell that had destroyed Voldemort.
Remus opened his eyes and looked back at Dumbledore's grave as he walked away.
At least his death helped save the rest of the magical population, thought Remus.
He continued walking through the rows of headstones. He passed the Malfoys'. All three of them were buried next to each other.
Remus came upon some headstones that he was looking forward to seeing, though he wasn't sure if he should. He stopped and looked at Sirius' grave. He was buried right next to James and Lily.
Remus sat down on the warm grass in front of them and rested his head in his hands. He stared at Sirius' for a while and thought.
Did Sirius know he wasn't going to survive the war? Remus had always wondered this because Sirius had made a will a few months before he had died.
Remus remembered back to that night. He had watched Sirius write it. He had asked him why he was writing a will so early in life, but all Sirius had said was "Just in case."
Sirius had given half of the Black fortune to Harry and the other half to Remus. He had also given his house, 12 Grimmauld Place to Remus, and Harry if he wanted it. Remus had tried to decline. It was too much for him. But hard-headed Sirius insisted.
Remus still stared at his old friend's graves. He had a new home, money, and a job. But he would give all of that up to spend only one day with Sirius, James, and Lily again.
Remus looked at his watch. It was nearly 5:00. He stood up and brushed the grass and dirt off his pants. He took one last look at his best friends and Apparated back to 12 Grimmauld Place.
A/N: So what do you think so far? Please review!