This is a story I've kinda had in my head begging to be written down. It's about Remus on the night Lily + James died. I hope you like it. Please review.
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The Last Marauder
Remus never cried. Even during the most painful transformation. Even after another rejection after they found out his "problem". Even when it seemed things couldn't get any worse. Remus never cried. Why did he need to? Nothing mattered when he was with them. The Marauders. They were his family, nothing mattered anymore with them. But that night, and many nights following, Remus cried himself to sleep. And who could blame him?
Remus never got drunk either. While the others could barely form a sentence or walk in a straight line, Remus was there, ever calm, ever practical, making sure they didn't do anything too stupid. Remus never needed to drink. But that night, and many nights following, Remus drank, drank so much he couldn't remember a thing. And who could blame him?
Remus was a man who had lost everything. His parents had died long ago and who would date a werewolf? He couldn't even take care of Harry. As the moon rose Remus howled. Remus scratched and tore and bit to release the pain. It didn't matter that he was scratching, and tearing and biting himself. It helped numb the pain. It was his first transformation without them. They were the first to accept him as werewolf. To help him. They all helped each other. It was what they did. It didn't matter Remus was a werewolf. It didn't matter Sirius was abused and eventually ran away. It didn't matter Peter was a coward. And it didn't matter that James... well James was perfect. But they all helped each other. No more Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs. Well he liked to think it had never been Padfoot but it had. Padfoot had fooled them all. But now it was just Moony. It wasn't even Moony, for who else called him Moony other than them.
Remus drank more. It was worth being able to forget. Even if only for a few minutes. Soon he remembered. Remembered how they knew there was a traitor. But they all thought it was him. with the life Voldemort offered were-wolves who would've blamed him for joining ? They wouldn't have. But he didn't. He had the Marauders. What else did he need? The traitor was Padfoot. If the Marauders were brothers, then James and Sirius were twins. Remus would never have betrayed them. Wormtail wouldn't have. Padfoot though. He was the reckless, daring, brave leader with James. Remus and Peter were more followers. And look where Sirius had lead them. If he hadn't have been caught would he have come for Remus. Finish all the Marauders. That would have been kinder, Remus thought as he drank and cried alone. Then he wouldn't be the last Marauder.
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