Opening the doors to the library I smile sadly at the piles of toppled over books, smashed shelves, and singed pages. So many precious tomes scattered and forgotten. I walk down the aisles skimming my fingers along the dark wood of the bookcases I once loved to get lost in.

On the underside of one of the shelves I see an etching. Wanting to know what kind of person would vandalize the Hogwarts library I moved closer.

Marauders

1977

A tear ran down my cheek. A few days ago, the last of the Marauders died. Remus Lupin was a dear friend. He was the best defense teacher I ever had, and I can even admit to myself that I always had a bit of a crush on the older man.

Walking through the Great Hall, my face caked with dirt and streaked in blood, my hands trembled from exhaustion and anxiety. I looked at the faces of the dead who lay on the cold ground, the brave who lost their lives fighting for freedom.

I spot Lavender Brown, Colin Creevey, and too many other classmates I had come to know over the years.

I walk down the aisles of the lifeless, and suddenly my breath catches. I'm running blind, tears blurring my vision and running down my face. I drop to my knees, sobbing.

On the ground in front of me lies Professor Lupin. His eyes closed, almost as if he is sleeping. Beside him is his wife, Tonks. Her hand outstretched towards her husband, almost as if she was hoping to stay connected to him even in death.

I choke back sobs trying desperately to soak up the wetness on my face with my jumper. The liquid of my tears instead mixing with the dirt to make a paste.

A hand touches my shoulder and I look up to meet the red-rimmed eyes of my best friend, Harry Potter. He kneels on the ground beside me, pain flooding through his features as he gazes at Remus.

"Fred is gone."

I choke and throw my arms around his neck and we sob together. We always knew that not everyone would make it, but we never expected this. Remus and Tonks had just had a baby, and Fred! The light may have won, but the world had certainly grown a bit dimmer.

I had always admired Remus Lupin, he and Sirius both saved us on so many occasions. Well then again, I guess we all saved each other really. In the end, it didn't really matter. They were both dead, and the rest of us a bit more broken than when we entered this world. I would not be here today, and certainly neither would Harry, without them.

I had asked Remus once about his relationship with Tonks. I read in a book about werewolves that they were rumored to have mates, one person destined to them, a brilliant bit of magic to have someone so perfect for you, as if you were made for each other. He had chuckled then looked contemplative. "I don't know, always assumed it to be a myth." He told me he had never met a mated pair, nor was Tonks his mate…that he knew of. Even if they were not true mates, I could tell how much he cared about Tonks, how much she truly adored him, and he her. They had a son together, and now he was an orphan, much the same as Harry was once upon a time.

However, Teddy had his grandmother and of course his godfather. As once Harry too had his godfather.

Sirius Black. He really knew how to push my buttons. I think he just liked to say things just so I would yell at him. Never really understood the man, but I cared about him deeply. The first time I met him, dirty and malnourished; a madman hell bent on revenge against the rat, Peter Pettigrew. Then to rescue him from certain death, to see his relationship with Harry grow over the years, to see how much he loved Harry. And then to hear about his death after the Ministry. If only I had not been taken down that day, if I had maybe avoided the curse, maybe I could have saved him?

I sigh. I could spend the rest of my life going over if onlys.

Harry Potter, only son of Lily and James. A couple whom made us all believe in love again, if the stories Remus and Sirius used to tell were to be believed. They were too young, way too young to die. To never get to see Harry grow up. To never be there for him, to save him from his awful childhood handed to him by the Dursleys. Harry Potter deserved more. The Marauders deserved more.

Well maybe not the traitorous Peter Pettigrew. The only thing he deserved was a more painful death. Although being strangled by one's own hand doesn't sound like the most pleasant way to die.

I sniffle just now realizing the silent tears that have crept down my cheeks while I thought about the once famed Marauders. I wipe the tears from my face when the door creaks, not wanting to get caught crying again.

"Luna?" I call out as I turn towards the door expecting to see my friend entering.

"Avada Kedavra!"

I never even see the attackers face as the green light streaks towards me blinding my vision. It hits me in the chest, directly on the time turner, and it explodes. Gold clashes with green as my body is hurled backwards into one of the remaining upright bookshelves. Heat melting into my chest and a shower of sparks blurs my vision as there is an intense burning in my face and eyes. My body bows and feels like it is being ripped apart, like I am in a wind tunnel, air screeching in my ears. And I wonder if this is what death is like, just pain and an endless abyss, as my vison goes black.