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And Then There Was One
We dealt with it when James died.
We dealt with it when we realized Peter betrayed us.
We dealt with it when Sirius was wrongly placed in Azkaban.
And we dealt with it when he was on the run, hiding in caves, sneaking out to the post office to send me a letter.
But now, now there is no we. Sirius is gone and I'm the only one left.
I, Remus Lupin, now stand alone . . . as the last Marauder.
I'm not alone in the sense that there's still the people in the Order, but there's nothing left of my real friends.
Of course, Peter's still alive somewhere, but he's not one of us anymore. He forfeited the right to call himself a Marauder the day he began to serve Voldemort.
There's nothing left of the Purveyors of Magical Mischief known as the Marauders. Just me.
Just Moony.
No Padfoot. No Prongs. And, even though I loath to call him it, no Wormtail. He does not deserve to be called by the name the man he betrayed once gave him. It's partly his fault that I'm alone right now. If it wasn't for him James would be here, mourning Padfoot with me. Actually, so would Peter, if he hadn't gone bad. But he did. And he's not here, neither is James.
I could feel that they left me and be angry at them. But, I know that it wasn't their choice to go. I could be angry at Peter, but I know that it was his cowardice and greed that led him to Voldemort. And if he places power above his friends, I don't want him here.
I could feel resentful that no one's here to comfort me. But, I know that the two I really want here to comfort me are beyond my reach.
I could feel regret. But, I know that they both knew that I'd gladly take their place before they died. I know that they knew I'd do anything for them and that they were two of the few people in this world I really care about.
I could feel sad. But, I know they're in a better place, far away from all the pain and devastation of the war. I know that they're watching over me now, waiting for me to come and join them. Waiting for the day when Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs can reunite again.
What I do feel is lonely and reminiscent.
I've been finding myself in the hallways of Hogwarts with my friends, laughing and having a good time. On the edge of my consciousness there's the thought that it's just a dream. I stop laughing to silently pray, hoping with every fiber of my being that this is real and that my adult life is the dream.
But, I always wake up, letting the bittersweet memories wash over me, taking my mind away from the reality that my friends aren't here. And that they won't be here again. That I'm the only one left.
The only thing left of us is the Map. Our most esteemed creation. Only there when you give it the wrong password, will it show you a flicker of the men that, in life, were the greatest friends I ever had.
There's nothing left, just memories. But memories won't suffice when you want someone real.
When there once was four, now there is one.
A/N: Review and tell me what you think!!
And Then There Was One
We dealt with it when James died.
We dealt with it when we realized Peter betrayed us.
We dealt with it when Sirius was wrongly placed in Azkaban.
And we dealt with it when he was on the run, hiding in caves, sneaking out to the post office to send me a letter.
But now, now there is no we. Sirius is gone and I'm the only one left.
I, Remus Lupin, now stand alone . . . as the last Marauder.
I'm not alone in the sense that there's still the people in the Order, but there's nothing left of my real friends.
Of course, Peter's still alive somewhere, but he's not one of us anymore. He forfeited the right to call himself a Marauder the day he began to serve Voldemort.
There's nothing left of the Purveyors of Magical Mischief known as the Marauders. Just me.
Just Moony.
No Padfoot. No Prongs. And, even though I loath to call him it, no Wormtail. He does not deserve to be called by the name the man he betrayed once gave him. It's partly his fault that I'm alone right now. If it wasn't for him James would be here, mourning Padfoot with me. Actually, so would Peter, if he hadn't gone bad. But he did. And he's not here, neither is James.
I could feel that they left me and be angry at them. But, I know that it wasn't their choice to go. I could be angry at Peter, but I know that it was his cowardice and greed that led him to Voldemort. And if he places power above his friends, I don't want him here.
I could feel resentful that no one's here to comfort me. But, I know that the two I really want here to comfort me are beyond my reach.
I could feel regret. But, I know that they both knew that I'd gladly take their place before they died. I know that they knew I'd do anything for them and that they were two of the few people in this world I really care about.
I could feel sad. But, I know they're in a better place, far away from all the pain and devastation of the war. I know that they're watching over me now, waiting for me to come and join them. Waiting for the day when Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs can reunite again.
What I do feel is lonely and reminiscent.
I've been finding myself in the hallways of Hogwarts with my friends, laughing and having a good time. On the edge of my consciousness there's the thought that it's just a dream. I stop laughing to silently pray, hoping with every fiber of my being that this is real and that my adult life is the dream.
But, I always wake up, letting the bittersweet memories wash over me, taking my mind away from the reality that my friends aren't here. And that they won't be here again. That I'm the only one left.
The only thing left of us is the Map. Our most esteemed creation. Only there when you give it the wrong password, will it show you a flicker of the men that, in life, were the greatest friends I ever had.
There's nothing left, just memories. But memories won't suffice when you want someone real.
When there once was four, now there is one.
A/N: Review and tell me what you think!!