Remus:

"James! Lily! Sirius! Wait up, wait for me and Peter!" I yelled after them with Peter in my wake. My robes were twisting in the increasing wind; that aspect of my pursuit confused me, since we were inside Hogwarts, heading for double trans-fig with McGonagall and Hufflepuff. No matter how hard Peter and I ran, Prongs, Padfoot, and Doe remained the same distance away; it was hopeless. I stopped to catch my breath, Wormtail's footsteps continued behind me. The trio continued down the unusually lengthy corridor. Suddenly, at the very end of the hall, an ominous black door with a blinding light illuminating the space around the frame. They made it to the entrance to the mysterious room. Peter pulled up next up to me then, clutching his wand with a determined look on his mousy face.

"Goodbye Remus." He said with a grin, then he charged after our friends yelling the fatal incantation. The scream of anguish that was about to pass my lips catches, choking me as I witness the murder of my best mate, James Potter. Lily let out a scream that made my blood run cold, as James' lifeless fell to the stone floor, it's echo forever haunting her mind. Peter shrieked of laughter when he disarmed a furious Sirius. He snapped his wand, then turned to Doe, who was crying hysterically over James. Even from this distance, I could see countless tears fall onto his body, and there was nothing I could do about it. My knees went weak when I heard the traitor spit harshly at the redhead, "Crucio!" and Lily's pain-filled cries for help caused my paralyzed body to crash to the floor. I fell to my knees, staring straight ahead at my tortured friend. I couldn't talk, I couldn't move, just watch helplessly. Sirius finally stepped in and screamed for Peter to get it over with, as he was nearly crushing his skull in an attempt to block out the unfolding events. After a few more excruciating moments of the Crutiatus curse, Peter killed her and turned towards a pale Sirius. He was no longer trying to bargain for his life with the rat; he stood tall, defiantly refusing to cower at his feet. "Any last words, Padfoot?" His voice was dripping with sarcasm and hatred, where had all of this come from? Sirius let out a barely audible growl before looking past Peter, and at me. His face was set in that defiant expression, but his eyes were shouting for me to help; to do something. When all I could do was stare back, feeling utterly useless, he just barely nodded. In a final attempt to prove he didn't fear our traitorous ex-bestfriend, he spat at his face, sporting a grin that outdid all before it, before being hit with the killing curse.

Peter disparated before Sirius even landed next to his other bestfriends. The scream that was caught in my throat pierced the darkness of my underground tree-den as I woke in a cold-sweat, my body shaking out of control, my breaths ragged and heart beating out of my bare chest. I've failed them.