Remus Lupin was alone. He was sat on the cold, dusty floor of a place he hadn't been for three years. He drew his knees up to his chin and wrapped his arms around them, as if he was trying to hold himself together. Trying to stop himself from falling apart. He wasn't exactly sure why he had come back here. Maybe he wanted to feel like nothing had ever happened, that he was young and happier than he had ever been before. Who knew how a few years could change things?
He looked around the room, drinking in the all too familiar scene. The chair by the boarded up window was still broken; one of its legs chewed off. There were deep bite marks in the wooden table and the curtains were ripped and frayed. There was a punctured, deflated beach ball scrunched up in a corner. Remus felt his stomach clench. He knew who that ball belonged to. Sirius thought it would be fun to bring along on a rainy full moon. He couldn't remember what happened, but his friends informed him the morning after that it was rendered useless in about five seconds.Stop thinking about the past. Remus didn't want to think about anything. He didn't think he would be able to feel anything again. He didn't want to. If he let those feelings come back, he didn't know if he would survive.
Wizards all over the country were celebrating tonight. Remus couldn't celebrate. Of course he was happy that Voldemort was gone, but it had cost him everything he loved, everything that mattered to him...everything he had. Three of his best friends were gone. They were never coming back. And it was all Sirius' fault. The person everyone thought they could trust more than anybody else. But apparently he was just like the rest of his family. He betrayed them! He was the reason Lily and James were dead. James...Sirius' best friend. How could he do that? It just didn't seem possible. Sirius loved James, and Lily, and Harry. And now they were gone...He wasn't even allowed to see Harry. Peter...Peter had tried to stop him. And Sirius killed him. Remus clenched his teeth closed, so he didn't have to hear his own uneven breathing. He needed to stop thinking but he couldn't. More and more memories came flooding back to remind him of everything he had lost; his home, his family, his friends...all of his hope. He was still torturing himself with his thoughts, when outside the moon was rising over the town, its light falling upon the small shack. All thoughts of his human life were forgotten as Remus transformed and went on to have the worst night as a werewolf in his life. He was completely alone.