Chapter Three: Broken Glass
I stayed in my room for weeks. I didn't eat, I didn't sleep. It was the worst thing that could ever happen. They were my only friends in the world. Lily, Peter, James.... and Sirius. How could Sirius possibly be a traitor? It seemed too surreal. How could he destroy our friendship?
I heard a knock on my door. I sighed and got up. When I opened the door, it was Albus Dumbledore. He had a sad expression on his face.
"Hello Remus. I hope you are well."
"How could this happen, Professor?"
He looked at me strangely. I couldn't read his expression. Was it sadness or pity? He didn't reply but he walked past me and looked at something on the table. It was a picture of Lily, James, Peter, Sirius, and myself on the day Harry was born. Harry! What would happen to Harry? He survived!
"Harry is staying with his aunt and uncle, Remus." Dumbledore replied as if he read my thoughts. "he'll be safe there."
"But sir! It just isn't right! Lily and James' son in the Muggle world? It's absurd!" I said, shocked at myself. I've always thought of myself as a quiet person.
"He'll be safe there Remus! Not one person can touch a hair on his head without feeling any sort of pain." Dumbledore started. "He'll be fine. Arabella is keeping an eye on him. She takes an aging potion to pass as an old woman."
Arabella? Sirius really fancied her in school. She never felt the way. Bless her... I don't want to think about what would happen if she got involved with that scum.
"I've really got to get going, Remus." he said while placing the picture back onto the table. Moments later, Professor Dumbledore was out of my house and I sat quietly, gazing at the picture of the Marauders.
Sirius... How could you do this? You killed three of your best friends! Did seven of the best years of our lives mean anything to you? How can you just turn your back? Remember when we rescued the Merpeople? Or the day that we got trapped in the Lethifold cage at the zoo? Not even the day that you changed into Animagus?
I picked up the picture and looked into the eyes of my friends... Lily... you always knew what to do... Peter... I always thought you were a coward, but I guess you really were brave. ...James... You understood me and convinced the others that I was no different from anyone else. I wish that I could have been the one who watched over your son.
I couldn't bear it anymore. The picture slipped out of my hands and the glass was broken. And the picture... it flew into the fireplace and ignited.