Disclaimer: Unless you misread the previous disclaimers, I don't own Harry Potter and never will.

A/N: This is the final chapter of this story. I know it's a tragedy, but it had to come sooner or later. Here's how I think of it: after I can finish this, I can work on the next two-shot (see author's bio for more information) and finally post it. It may seem like I'm rushing, and that's probably because I am. I've been working on a story that is not part of this series, although it can be considered in the same universe. After I finish this and Leaving the Moonlight (not yet posted) I plan on devoting my time to the new story.

Now that I've gotten that update out of the way, I can talk about the current story. Like I mentioned, this is the final chapter, and it deals with one of the final aspects of Remus and Lily friendship. Throughout the story, you've seen Lily and James' relationship develop through the lens of her friendship with Remus. Naturally, I'm referring to Harry. This is more Remus-centric and how his friendship with Lily has changed him.

Also, looking back on my work, I've realized that Sirius and Remus' relationship could be construed as slash. All I will say is that is up to you, the reader, how it is interpreted. If you don't like slash view it as friendship. If you like slash, you are welcome to view it as an un-established relationship.

And Along Came Harry

It's been four hours since Lily's water broke and two hours since James was forcibly removed from the delivery room. I've been sitting here in silence the entire time, watching James pace and talk with Sirius and listening to Peter munching on some snack.

When I'd first heard Lily was pregnant, I was shocked. Not because I thought she'd be a bad mother, but because she told me she didn't want to raise a child in the midst of a war. She's afraid she won't be able to split her duties as a member of the Order of the Phoenix with the duties of being a mother.

This is, believe it or not, the first time in weeks that I've been together with all of my friends. Looking back at our days in Hogwarts, I thought that we would always be inseparable. I was wrong. There's been a growing distance between us; the only time I see them is at Order meetings.

I recently found a job where I couldn't be fired on the grounds of my…problem. I take that back, Lily saw a job offering at one of her favorite muggle bookstores and urged me to apply. I did and was surprised to learn that I had the job. As far as my employers are concerned, I only have a secondary education from a small school named Hogwarts that very few people know of. It's not much of a job, but I get a discount on books and it pays the rent. It pays the rent for my wonderful, run-down apartment with no air-conditioning and a broken water heater.

Before the doctors ordered her to stay in bed and rest, Lily visited me at work. Those simple visits to go out for lunch were the high points of my days. Even when I wouldn't talk to James or Sirius for weeks, I could still see my sister. She's done so much for me.

I can still hear Lily cursing James from beyond the doors. The curse of being a werewolf extends beyond the moon. I cannot stand hospitals. I can hear people screaming and the smell of blood permeates my senses. I'm trying so hard to control myself becauseI can smell Lily's blood even this far away and know she's in pain.

In the midst of the noise, I catch a whiff of James and Sirius' conversation.

"Relax, James. She'll be fine."

"Are you sure? She nearly broke my hand!"

"Well, she is in a lot of pain. And if she hadn't, I'd be worried," Sirius patted James on the back, "So, have you and Lily finally agreed on the perfect name of Sirius Jr.?"

James stares incredulously and grimaces, "I am not going to give my son your name. Besides, Lily's choosing the name. I just have to approve of it. I'm banned from offering suggestions."

"You suggested James Jr., didn't you?"

"Yeah, Lily didn't take too kindly too it. She threw a book at me. I think she wants to name him after one of her relatives."

I can remember when I met Lily. She joked about her family's penchant for flower-oriented names. She was thrilled to learn she was having a son: she wouldn't have to pick an appropriate flower for a name. Although, she told me, if she was having a girl, she'd name the child Elanor.

This was during one of her visits during my lunch break. I didn't believe Elanor was the name of a flower. When I said that, she dragged me back to the store and pulled a book off the shelf and turned to a page. Lily had no qualms with choosing a fictional flower from Lord of the Rings.

Either way, the argument was now void. Lily wants to name her son after her deceased father, Harry Evans.

Now that I think of it, Harry Potter is a good name. It's a relatively normal name. Lily and James will be great parents. Lily already has mother-henning down to an art: she's been practicing on Alice and me for years. However, James will probably put little Harry on a broomstick before he's five and Lily will have James sleeping on the couch for a year.

Even with all of this joy in celebrating the creation of life. I can't move from this seat. I want to talk to my friends. I desperately want to reconcile with them. But I can't. I know that there's a spy in the Order. We all know that. They were acting for the best, but it still hurts.

My friends are suspicious of me because I'm a werewolf. They lied to me. They told me that it would never change how they viewed me. They lied and betrayed me.

As aurors and members of the Order, James and Sirius frequently followed dangerous criminals, such as Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf who bit me.

I hate him. That's something I wouldn't say even about Snape, but I honestly and freely admit that I completely and utterly loath Greyback. For the past two years, since I left the safety of Hogwarts and a shared apartment with Sirius and James, I've had to try and avoid him. Lately, he's increased his efforts of trying to recruit me to his cult of blood-thirsty, revenge-seeking werewolves.

As luck would have it, the one day I can't avoid Greyback is the day Sirius and James are following him.

After seeing me speak with Greyback, they came to the natural assumption that I was the traitor. Obviously they couldn't hear the conversation or they would have known I was telling Greyback how uninterested I was in his offer and that I was trying to make excuses to leave.

That was two months ago, but the damage is still here. I think the only reason I was told Lily was in labor is because she would kill them if they didn't.

Lily's been doing a lot of damage control for me. She's the only one who believes in me. She's the only one who knows Greyback is the werewolf who bit me.

So here I am, in a waiting room in the middle of the night. Absently, I glance at my watch. It's almost five minutes until midnight.

I can hear the healer's impatient steps before they burst out of the room towards James.

"Is Lily okay?" James stands hurriedly.

"She's fine," the doctor reassures him, "we thought you'd want to be there when your child's born. It'll only be a few more minutes,"

James' Quidditch training was evident as he beat the doctor into the delivery. I managed to stifle most of my chuckle, but I couldn't hide my bittersweet smile. For a moment, it was like watching James back at Hogwarts trying to get Lily. It was like the last months had never happened.

I guess Sirius saw the look on my face because he sat down next to me for the first time in months, "How can you just sit here not saying anything?"

I just looked at him, "I'm hardly one for talking to myself, and it's not like I had anyone to say something to."

He just looked puzzled, "Sure you did. Peter and I've been here the entire time."

"I was under the impression you didn't want me to be here."

The look of realization on his face confused me. Did he think I was here because I was the spy? Did he think I hadn't cared that I was being ignored by my best friends?

"You know, we could put this all behind us if you just tell us why you were talking with Greyback." Direct and to the point. Typical Sirius.

In the corner of my eye, I see Peter sit up straighter. I guess he's just as interested as Sirius and James are, although I can't imagine why. He usually follows James and Sirius' examples exactly, but lately he hasn't. I guess he's finally learning to be his own person.

But why now? Why do they suddenly care?

"Maybe you should have asked me that months ago and we could've cleared it up," I snapped.

"You didn't answer my question,"

"I take it you know about his…clan?" Sirius nodded hesitantly, "he's been trying to get me to join it. I've been trying to avoid him. When I ran into him, it wasn't like I could just run off,"

Sirius offered the worst alternative, "You could've punched him. If you'd done that we'd have known you weren't willingly talking to him."

I stared at Sirius. Why on earth would he suggest such an outrageous move?

"That's a wonderful idea. I should have started a fight and gotten myself arrested and executed. Thank you, for that brilliant suggestion."

"You can't get arrested for being in a fight, let alone killed."

"You can if you're a werewolf. It's considered a disturbance of the peace."

I can see him mulling it over in his head. Peter's back to his snack. I can't tell what it is from here. It smells vaguely like soggy potatoes.

I hope Sirius understands. I just want my friends back. Lily's been a great friend, but she's like a sister to me. And there are some things you don't want to tell your sister and would rather tell a friend.

Confusedly, Sirius asks, "Don't you have to be connected to one of the people in the clan to join?"

"That's typically the case, some werewolves without connections join because they agree with the ideologies," I respond. Please don't let him ask me.

"So, I'm going to assume since he approached you, you don't agree with his ideas."

I glare at him, "Obviously. Don't you recall how furious I was when I almost bit someone? Wait a minute, of course you do since it was your fault."

"Let's not rehash sins of the past," Sirius backtracks, "so the werewolf who bit you is part of Greyback's pack? I thought it was an accident that you were bitten."

"It was an accident, on my part. I shouldn't have been outside, but I was."

Then again, my father shouldn't have gotten into a spat with Greyback. I can't dwell on the past. It's a part of me. There is no cure. I will always be this way and I accept that.

"It wasn't an accident?" Sirius looks sick, "why would anyone go after a child? I know the members of the group are bloodthirsty, but this sounds cruel, even for them. It sounds like something Greyback would…do," his voice faded.

I can tell when Sirius understands. I look away; I can't bear to see the look of hatred on his face.

Instead, I find myself embraced for a brief hug. It's the first human contact I've had in days.

"I guess I should've told you," I mumbled.

"I can see why you didn't." He's not accusing me?

The cries of an infant end the slightly uncomfortable conversation. It's not a bad thing that we talked; I just can't talk about these things with someone other than Lily. She's a... well she's of the female variety and they don't look at people strangely for disclosing their feelings or secrets. Instead they encourage it.

"I guess we should go and see the happy family of three," Sirius suggests.

"I'm sure Harry is eager to meet his godfather."

"What kind of name is Harry? Sirius Jr. is a far better name."

Sirius really has no place in judging names. His is far too…unique… for him to try and thrust it on a child.

"It was Lily's father's name."

Properly abashed, Sirius looked down, "You know, Sirius Jr. is a bad first name. Maybe it'd make a better middle name…" he trailed off.

"You're hopeless," I teased him.

"Am not,"

"Are too,"

"I am not!"

"Are you two going to come see the baby or stand here arguing," Peter interrupted. I could finally see the food he'd been munching on for hours: it was a bag of carrots? Or it's at least something that is orange. But it doesn't smell like anything I've eaten before, and as a werewolf I've had some pretty strange aftertastes following one of my transformations. Perhaps it's for best that I never find out what's in that bag.

Quietly we entered the room. Lily lay on her hospital bed, hair sweaty and face red. She looked exhausted, but she also looked so happy. In her arms lay the most perfect child I had ever seen. If I were honest I would admit I'd never seen that many infants, but I'm biased.

James was already a doting father hovering over his wife and son. Now that I think of it, Sirius hasn't shared his "revelation" with James. This meant I couldn't expect a warm welcome from him.

"Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to Harry James Potter,"

Then again, James did have a habit of proving people wrong. Or he was so happy to see his son that he forgot to be indifferent towards me.

Sirius laughed, "I guess you did get to name your son after yourself," he walked over towards Lily and Harry, "hey kiddo, aren't you the cutest thing I have ever seen."

Lily glanced at James, "Do you want to hold him?"

"Can I?" Sirius asked eagerly.

Confused, Lily looked at Sirius, "I was talking to James. And you are not holding my son until I trust you not to drop him."

"You wound me, Lily," Sirius began to fake crying, "I feel unloved."

Compared to his father, Harry was tiny. He looked so fragile cradled in James' arms. Already a tuft of dark hair was present on his head. His tiny hands grasped at the air, particurally the air near James' shiney glasses. James carefully placed Harry back in Lily's arms, gently running his hand down Harry's face.

Lily looked up from her son towards me and maybe Peter.

"Stop hovering Remus," she demanded, "Harry wants to meet his uncle, don't you Harry?" she cooed.

Nervously I walked to stand by her; I was acutely aware of James and Sirius' stares. I have no idea what James is thinking, but I didn't think it really mattered.

"Isn't he precious?" Lily asked me.

"He is," I smiled.

"Hey Harry. This is your Uncle Remus. He's one of the nicest people you'll meet," she looked at Sirius, "and he'll probably even be allowed to hold you before your godfather."

Startled I asked, "Why?" How is it that she can trust me so much, when I can barely trust myself?

"You won't drop him. Not that Sirius would intentionally," she explained hurriedly to the crestfallen Sirius.

Harry's eyes opened. I heard somewhere that most babies are born with blue eyes, so I was shocked to see the bright green eyes in Harry's face.

"He has your eyes," I told Lily.

"Good," she laughed, "at least he gets something from me."

"Shouldn't you get some rest, Lily?" James rushed back to her side. I guess he finally realized the "traitor" was standing too close to his wife.

"James," Lily said coldly, "you are the reason I am in need of rest."

Sirius snickered.

James winced, remembering her earlier yells.

It was almost like we were a family once more. Lily, and Harry now that I think of it, brought us back together. Even when she tried to intervene, I never felt welcome at any of the gathering James and Sirius had. Finally, I had my family back.

It hurt that James automatically chose Sirius as Harry's godfather, though I would never admit it aloud. Werewolves are unacceptable guardians of children, so it wasn't like I could have been if they wanted; it felt like I was being excluded from the close-knit family. But today, I felt included again. Maybe it's a foolish thought, but I'm happier being Harry's "uncle" than I would have been as Harry's godfather. The way Lily said it, I felt like I was already related to Harry; I didn't have to sign a legal document to make it so.

I can tell Harry's going to be similar to James, at least in appearance. I can only hope he will take after Lily in spirit. There's a good chance: he has Lily's eyes which are the window into her soul. I'm lucky to have a friend, and sister, in Lily.

In the midst of this war, I can still see the innocence. Harry is just a child; he has no prejudices and knows no hatred. Lily will raise him right. No matter how much he will grow to look like James, Lily will make sure he takes after her in character.

A/N: There's not as much Lily in the story as I would have liked, but it would have been difficult for me to include a woman giving labor into a conversation. This story is probably most like chapter one of Seeing the Moonlight. I hope you enjoyed the story and I will appreciate any feedback, especially on how to improve my writing, but please, no flames.