"To the friends we have lost, the lovers who are gone, and the lives that have been both taken and spared." Juliet held her glass full of amber liquid in the air, listening to the man who was once her best friend give a toast, letting the tears roll down her cheeks. "To James and Lily."
"To James and Lily." She repeated with the crowd, pouring the fire whiskey into her mouth and letting it burn her throat. She felt a hand on her waist and opened her eyes to see Remus Lupin standing next to her.
"We missed you." He whispered. "He missed you."
"No, he didn't." She shook her head.
"He loved you. You know he loved you. And you loved him." He looked her in the eye, silently begging for her to believe him.
"I can't do this. I shouldn't have come." She turned on her heel and walked out of the dimly lit room, not looking at the two coffins as she passed them. She had known that coming to the funeral was a bad idea. That she was no longer connected to these people. But she had once loved them, as she had once loved the man in prison for their murder. But everything was different now, and that life was over. She was no longer a Marauder.