A/N: HEY!! Alright as much as I convinced myself I wanted a beta to see this first and as very awesome as the twilight crowd on this site is about me alternate ending..... HELL I MISSED YOU!!! All of you!!!!

SO yeah here's a sliver of my story! Enjoy and if you are a beta with a light work load and a good Idea of what the Shoebox Project is PM me person!

'WARNING' If you don't know what/ haven't read Shoebox Project, Listen Up!

1. You may not understand some references, or understand the ending thoroughly

2. I suggest you fix that immediately and read, what I consider to be, the true story of the Marauders!!!

3. I'm serious… If J.K. wrote the Marauders' story, this would be it!!!

4. But if you feel that reading a huge AMAZING saga for one lowly Fan Fiction is just stupid, then I shall gladly explain the references, as they come up.

5. But for reals! Look into it!! The site's right here!!!www_lomara_org/sbp (Replace underscores with periods of course!)

I Own Nothing; honestly, it all kinda belongs to either J.K.R. or Ladyjaida and Dorkorific, if magically they happen upon this fic I hope they are proud!

The Will of Remus Lupin

The Funeral ceremony proceeded three days after the battle of Hogwarts. It felt like a strange reunion of something years ago. It was much like Dumbledore's funeral only in instead of one soul to grieve, unfortunately there were more then fifty, not including the hundreds of pictures commemorating those lost before The Battle of Hogwarts. It seemed every member of the magical world accumulated at the demolished castle grounds. After the deceased's close ones, Hogwarts students, and their families had the privilege of chairs. The Order of the Phoenix, or what was left of it, sat in the front row. It was mostly made up of the Weasley clan, and the minuscule Longbottom family. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville stood at the back welcoming familiar faces, solemnly.

Once the grounds were filled to the gates and the wireless stations had set up their magical equipment for broadcasting the ceremony, it began. Though it was a mass funeral each person was mentioned whether it was a short goodbye from a sad family, which mostly were toward the beginning, or a lavish and lengthy essay about the departed, and their compassion; these were, mostly given for Order members such as Lupin and Mad-Eye Moody. There was even a small section of the ceremony devoted to those lost in the first Order. Harry ended the event with a powerful speech of love and lost in the war. Fireworks combusted as the bodies disappeared.

The crowd dispersed a bit, others stayed where they were, consoling one another. But a majority of the audience went directly to Harry whether it be to thank him for saving the world and such, strangers looking for more personally inspiration, and most despicably Rita Skeeter fishing for news to twist into gossip.

Luckily Ron and Hermione were quicker. They slid in front of the crowd and flagged Harry on both sides. They both knew how much Harry hated people figuratively kissing his ring, more now then ever. As Hermione shoved past Rita with a dirty look, Harry noticed a familiar face. A small fair haired woman seemed to be brandishing her wand to separate the crowd in one hand, and holding a small cigar box in the other.

"Move! Budge up, please!" she shoved a reporter away. Harry realized who this mad woman was as she pushed past Skeeter, after she asked something about being lonely.

"Mrs. Tonks!" Harry's arm stretched out to her, and pulled the woman out of the fray. She looked a bit flushed and her puffy eyes showed evidence of tears once falling from them. The mourning robes she wore were black, just like every one else's, and her hair was pulled into a tight and neat bun. The cigar box she clutched, so tightly her fingers were turning white, was made of sandalwood and held closed with a latch. As he inspected the curious parcel and wondered what importance it held, Harry squinted in astonishment. Half covered by Mrs. Tonks' lean fingers, were blazing gold letters that read 'To Harry Potter:' then carved in smaller black writing, 'Remus J. Lupin'.

"Oh," Harry gaped, meekly.

"Yes I found this in their room yesterday," she held it out for him awkwardly.

"Thank you," Harry weakly smiled, gently taking the box as if it were made of crystal.

"No, no, thank you Harry," she tried not to sob, "that was beautiful, what you said about Remus and how promising Dora was…" she trailed into tears, and Hermione rubbed her arm comfortingly and offered her already damp handkerchief, "Oh dear, no thank you," she waved the tissue away shakily, and pulled her own out from her sleeve, "There's one more matter," she sniffed on, "Teddy, you're his godfather so technically…"

"Did…did you want him?" Harry stopped her, he hadn't exactly planned on having this conversation, and felt quite out of place. But she nodded curtly.

"If you don't mind,"

"Oh, ah … er… well I'd liked see him a lot, you know, and I'll gladly pay for any of his needs," he sputtered trying not to sound rude, " But I'm only seventeen, and I haven't a clue what I'd do with a—"

"I understand," she said lightly stopping his rambling, "And again," she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, "Thank you."

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