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A/N: Ok, I have been stolen away by the Marauder muse... heh... Ok, I hope that you readers (all three of you) like this fic, and if so review... if not, review, but keep the language down... Children may be reading them.
The man sat in the silence of his ramshackle apartment, staring at the wall, deep in thought. His sandy brown hair had grown over-long, and his clothes were in various states of disrepair. A bittersweet smile crossed his features, so beautiful, yet so sad.
He gave a slight nod, seemingly to no one. He stood and crossed the room, lifting a leather bound book. This book did not look as if it belonged in the squalor of this apartment. It was fresh, clean leather, and the pages were crisp and didn't have the smell of paper that had sat for too long.
The man lit a candle, found a bottle of ink and took out a quill. He opened the book, took out a wand and whispered a little spell. The quill dipped itself in ink and stood ready for the man's dictation.
Finally, the man spoke, with a rough low voice that comes of speaking to none for many months.
"Marauder - French, One who roams about and raids in search of plunder."
"This is what my friends and I were called during our school days. My name is Remus Lupin. I am the last of that group. The rest have been obliterated in the fight against evil. I would like to preserve their memories as best I can. I do not know how much longer I will last, and my dearest friends deserve more than to just be forgotten in the pages of history as those whose boy lived as they died fighting evil and the traitor who sold their lives. This is their story, my story..."
Short, I know. I know the rest will be longer. Review, tell me sink or swim. I'll still write it, I just won't post it to take up anyone's time. Ok, umm... Bai! ^_^
A/N: Ok, I have been stolen away by the Marauder muse... heh... Ok, I hope that you readers (all three of you) like this fic, and if so review... if not, review, but keep the language down... Children may be reading them.
The man sat in the silence of his ramshackle apartment, staring at the wall, deep in thought. His sandy brown hair had grown over-long, and his clothes were in various states of disrepair. A bittersweet smile crossed his features, so beautiful, yet so sad.
He gave a slight nod, seemingly to no one. He stood and crossed the room, lifting a leather bound book. This book did not look as if it belonged in the squalor of this apartment. It was fresh, clean leather, and the pages were crisp and didn't have the smell of paper that had sat for too long.
The man lit a candle, found a bottle of ink and took out a quill. He opened the book, took out a wand and whispered a little spell. The quill dipped itself in ink and stood ready for the man's dictation.
Finally, the man spoke, with a rough low voice that comes of speaking to none for many months.
"Marauder - French, One who roams about and raids in search of plunder."
"This is what my friends and I were called during our school days. My name is Remus Lupin. I am the last of that group. The rest have been obliterated in the fight against evil. I would like to preserve their memories as best I can. I do not know how much longer I will last, and my dearest friends deserve more than to just be forgotten in the pages of history as those whose boy lived as they died fighting evil and the traitor who sold their lives. This is their story, my story..."
Short, I know. I know the rest will be longer. Review, tell me sink or swim. I'll still write it, I just won't post it to take up anyone's time. Ok, umm... Bai! ^_^