This is my very first story, and the poem here is not mine,it's called The Wolf by Georgia Roberts Durston. Please read.


James Potter sat in his dorm room, thinking of Lily Evans, Quidditch, whether he could go down this late for a piece of pie, Lily Evans, does Peter ever stop eating, Lily Evans. The usual thoughts. he was brought out of his thinking by a distant howl. James sighed; they had learned last year that Remus was a werewolf. They had convinced him that they didn't judge him. And it was true. But sometimes, James wished he could do something else for his furry friend. Remus howled again. Sirius looked out the window at the pale full moon, and a shadow of sadness crossed his handsome features. Peter looked up momentarily from his munching to look at Remus' well-kept bed. James sighed again and got out a piece of parchment and started to write. Sirius was about to go back to his magazine, when he saw James furiously writing. Sirius raised an eyebrow. James had already completed all their assigned homework, so what was he doing? Sirius got up from his bed and went to James' table. James had finished writing by then and was reading what he wrote. Sirius leaned over James' shoulder. His eyes widened as he realized James had written a poem.

when the pale moon hides and the wild wind wails,

and over the tree-tops the nighthawk sails,

the gray wolf sits on the world's far rim,

and howls: and it seems to comfort him.

the wolf is a lonely soul, you see,

no beast in the wood, nor bird in the tree

but shuns his path; in the windy gloom

they give him plenty and plenty of room

so he sits with his long,lean face to the sky

watching the ragged clouds go by

there in the night,alone,apart

singing the song of his lone, wild heart

far away on the world's dark rim

he howls and it seems to comfort him.

Sirius turned to James. They locked eyes and each could see the sadness of the other. that night they made a promise to do whatever it takes so that Remus would never be alone again. that was the night they vowed to be together, through thick and thin, through trials and pain, whatever happens, they'd be the marauders. always there for each other, until the very end


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