The Last Marauder - Remus's Soliloquy.
Everyone has been saying recently how fun it is to write Remus fics so here's mine. Thanks to Shadow Dragon for the idea
and for giving us 'I am Remus.' Don't be discouraged by the flamers Shadow. PG for darkness, angst and despair.
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, they belong to J.K. Rowling OBE, Bloomsbury, Scholastic et al.
Please don't sue me.
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My life is over.
My only friends all taken from me in one night. James, Lily and Peter, the martyrs and Sirius, the traitor. Only I,
Remus, the werewolf, the misfit am left. I cry again; I feel a cold bitter hatred towards Voldemort who robbed me and
the world of such friends. Even more, I hate Sirius. He sold Lily and James to the Dark Lord, he killed Peter, he got
himself thrown into Azkaban and erased all my friends, all my happiness and all my life in one fell swoop.
I'll never forget the picture I saw of Sirius the night he killed those muggles. The broken buildings, the people in the
background writhing in pain, the wizards weeping and Sirius laughing.
Laughing! Laughing! Laughing!
How can he kill all those poor people and laugh? I cannot believe that that man used to be my best friend.
At school, Sirius was always there for me. He risked himself by becoming an animagus for me. He did so many things for
me yet he still turned out to be in league with Voldemort.
He willingly risked his own life for his friends and yet killed them. He said he would die for us yet we were to have
died for him. He said he would fight the shadow to the end of his days, yet he turned out to be serving it.
These things I cannot understand. I hate Sirius, I hate Voldemort, I hate the world.
James, Peter and sweet Lily are dead. Neither I nor the world will ever see their like again.
What is the point of life? I have no friends, no family and no job. If I died now, no one would notice. I would just be
someone else who died in this terrible year, a statistic. Why should I not die now. I would be happy and there is no one
to miss me. The truth is that I'm a coward. I'm too afraid to leave this cruel world.
At school, James, Sirius, Peter and I were always together. We were the marauders. Now all of them are gone and I, Remus
Lupin am the last marauder.
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AN I don't know why it's so dark, I wasn't feeling depressed 'til I wrote this. I may get a couple more posts done soon
but we have builders in and the power is down most of the day. Thanks to Shadow Dragon for checking this for me.
Nemo 19/6/00
Everyone has been saying recently how fun it is to write Remus fics so here's mine. Thanks to Shadow Dragon for the idea
and for giving us 'I am Remus.' Don't be discouraged by the flamers Shadow. PG for darkness, angst and despair.
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, they belong to J.K. Rowling OBE, Bloomsbury, Scholastic et al.
Please don't sue me.
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My life is over.
My only friends all taken from me in one night. James, Lily and Peter, the martyrs and Sirius, the traitor. Only I,
Remus, the werewolf, the misfit am left. I cry again; I feel a cold bitter hatred towards Voldemort who robbed me and
the world of such friends. Even more, I hate Sirius. He sold Lily and James to the Dark Lord, he killed Peter, he got
himself thrown into Azkaban and erased all my friends, all my happiness and all my life in one fell swoop.
I'll never forget the picture I saw of Sirius the night he killed those muggles. The broken buildings, the people in the
background writhing in pain, the wizards weeping and Sirius laughing.
Laughing! Laughing! Laughing!
How can he kill all those poor people and laugh? I cannot believe that that man used to be my best friend.
At school, Sirius was always there for me. He risked himself by becoming an animagus for me. He did so many things for
me yet he still turned out to be in league with Voldemort.
He willingly risked his own life for his friends and yet killed them. He said he would die for us yet we were to have
died for him. He said he would fight the shadow to the end of his days, yet he turned out to be serving it.
These things I cannot understand. I hate Sirius, I hate Voldemort, I hate the world.
James, Peter and sweet Lily are dead. Neither I nor the world will ever see their like again.
What is the point of life? I have no friends, no family and no job. If I died now, no one would notice. I would just be
someone else who died in this terrible year, a statistic. Why should I not die now. I would be happy and there is no one
to miss me. The truth is that I'm a coward. I'm too afraid to leave this cruel world.
At school, James, Sirius, Peter and I were always together. We were the marauders. Now all of them are gone and I, Remus
Lupin am the last marauder.
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AN I don't know why it's so dark, I wasn't feeling depressed 'til I wrote this. I may get a couple more posts done soon
but we have builders in and the power is down most of the day. Thanks to Shadow Dragon for checking this for me.
Nemo 19/6/00