The war
Harry cast explliamus as Voldermort cast the killing curse. Soon Voldermorts wand cracked and he faded into nothingness. Harry had won. A cheer rose up in the air as the saviour stood and stared at the place where Voldermort once stood. He then turned and saw his family holding the limp body of his seven year old brother. The stupid boy never listened to any of them and he ended up being hit with a spell. No-one knew what the spell was or what it did and no one knew who cast it. Harry heard a howl and looked up. There on top of the castle stood someone in a black cloke. Their face was covered but you could see the tail and the claws. Harry new that had been the person who had hit Remus and he pointed his wand at them. But his wand was out of his grasp and the person was behind him. "Don't be a fool Harry Potter. I just saved your brother a life of pain." With that Harry had his wand back and the man vanished. No one knew what the person meant until the next full moon. Remus didn't transform, he didn't even feel any pain. He wasn't ill leading up to the full moon either. That spell that had hit him cured him of his Lyncothrapy. Everyone wept for joy. Voldermort was gone, Remus was cured and the people who had died in the war had been given a hero's berrial. No one was forgotten and no one ever will later on Sirius's death bed surrounded by his family he told Remus who he was and gave him his memories of his first life. His last breath was taken holding his old friends hand. Sirius was 136 when he died. Severus was 191. The children lived onto a good age and all saw another four generations born before each died near the ages of 200. Remus never did look back on those memories because he was happy with the new ones he had.
