A/N: Just a short little something I was thinking about when I was watching POA this morning. If you recognize it, it isn't mine, it's J.K. Rowling's.
Reflection
It wasn't until years later, when Harry was looking out the window at the raindrops falling to the ground, collecting on the window that he understood what Remus had said years before. He flashed back to a time when he was thirteen years old, standing with Remus looking out at the Great Lake on the Hogwarts grounds.
"Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was."
That was obvious. His werewolfism ensured that Remus spent most of his life alone and afraid. Afraid of who he was. What he could be. Afraid that he would hurt anyone who got close to him. He pushed Lily away, as he did everyone, but Lily would have none of it. In fact, Harry wasn't surprised that Sirius divulged how they became friends. It was Lily. Even though she had a distaste for James Potter, she brought the Marauders together.
But Harry thought about the other bit.
"Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn't see it in themselves."
Peter Pettigrew was an awkward boy. Friendless, with no talent and no brains, was a lonely child. He had no one.
Sirius Black, the bad boy rebel who fought against his family and the evil that corrupted them.
And James Potter; the boy who seemed to have it all. Talent, looks, brains, a Gryffindor through and through. But hidden behind his popularity, James was alone.
Lily Evans, being the perceptive witch she was, saw this. She saw who they truly were. They couldn't fool her, not for one minute.
Harry smiled, thinking about his mother and how she was the one to bring around the Marauders. James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter, four boys in Gryffindor, all alone, each battling their own demons.
And she knew. She knew that they could be great. That together, they'd form an unbreakable brotherhood.
Harry smiled, seeing in his reflection his father and mother combined. His heart tugged at the thought of being half the people his parents were.