House: Ravenclaw
Category: Drabble
Prompt: Immortals (Fall Out Boys)
WC: 438
"We are the definition of mischief," Remus said, shaking his head in exasperation. He looked over the preparations for their annual Halloween prank. It was their first time using the map, and according to it the cost was clear. Even if it wasn't, they were the Marauders, they never got caught. There wasn't a Halloween prank that year.
Could four teenage boys really create a map of an unplottable building that also tracked anyone inside or outside it too? Yes, they could. It was perfect. Remus had even—at Sirius' suggestion—made a spell to make it telepathically know who you were looking for. The number of pranks jumped that year, but the number of detentions dropped.
"Be quiet," Sirius hissed, just as James and Lily rounded the corner. He had bet Remus two gallons that James and Lily would kiss at the end of their prefect rounds, which was why the two of them were hidden under James' cloak. Sirius lost the bet, and James had to keep from laughing out loud at Sirius' sound of distress.
"Immortals! We're immortals." Sirius cried after they tricked Filch into confiscating the map. They were about to graduate, and they figured the best way to prove someone worthy on the map, was if they nicked it from the one place only troublemakers ever went. Remus thought he might be right.
Just two days after it happened, Remus heard the news. James, Lily, and Peter were dead and Sirius was in Azkaban. Remus was alone. But that couldn't be right, could it? They were immortal, Sirius had promised that. But he had also promised not to betray them, to be friends forever. Had he always lied?
Not everything you see can be trusted. The boy in the compartment looked and sounded just like James, until Remus saw his eyes. His eyes were just like Lily's. 'Professor Lupin' Harry called him that year, and it nearly killed Remus inside.
For twelve years Sirius had sat in Azkaban! But for some reason Remus couldn't fully be mad at Peter. Not that it mattered anymore. Sirius was dead, killed by his cousin, and Peter was dead for showing mercy to Harry. It wasn't fair! But life isn't.
Long. How could it take so long for the spell to reach him? Come on! I've already lost my friends, and my wife! Remus screamed in his mind. He could see the bolt of green light coming towards him, but he couldn't move. He wasn't sure he wanted to; death was a welcoming release. Now he understood, maybe the Marauders were immortal, but James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter weren't.