Remus Lupin
Authors Notes: Yes, this is how I think Moony felt about everyone leaving him. He is one of my favorite characters! I love moony very much! This is very short, but I would appreciate your remarks! R/r
In the end I suppose it didn't really matter much. People died, people left, people will be forever remembered. When we were younger we were all together. When someone thought of one, they always thought of the others, always. But now, they don't care. They were never close to the Potters; they'll never know the pain of a true friend.
I wish one of them was here with me now. Any of them, even Sirius. They say he killed them but he can't have, they were like brothers. And it was good for them. For them, but where did that leave me? In the middle, no, not even that good. Somewhere on the side, I was the person where, when anyone was fighting, they'd come to me, but they never fought, never.
I don't care that they were best friends, because I had fun to, I did. It's just, there death hit me so hard, and I couldn't believe it. And so the potters are remembered for there death, and Peter too, Sirius for 'betraying' them and even the potters boy, for living.
But me, the poor wolf. Shunned as a boy, shunned as an adult, why did I think it would ever change? And though it did, for some time, but in the end, they left too.
I can hold on to there memories, but how far can memories take me? Not back to the past when we were happy. Not to a happy future. It can't take me anywhere. It leaves me right where I am. Alone, by myself, because everyone's gone. If anything, it makes me worse, because in my head they live again, but never after that, and I keep wishing they'd come back, I do, but they can't.
They don't know how I want to die each night. I wish that I could have been the secret keeper, I would have died rather than give them the secret. And even in death I would have felt better. Because at least I would have been at peace.
And the pictures they move, like calling me in, I try to come forward, but I can't change the past. I can't change what's happened, nor what had to be. I wish I could talk to them, or just once more see them, as I knew them so long ago. And even if they were all still here, and they were all different from before, I wouldn't mind. I would have my friends back, I would be whole again.
Can I really survive much longer? I feel like a puzzle with out all the pieces. My friends got taken away from me, but no one cared, no one could.
Everyone remembers the boy that lived. Well, what about the one that's alone? At least he has something to live for. At least he has his friends.
Authors notes: Hope you liked it! Please review! If you like this, check out my other story called, Sirius Black! Review that too! ^-^
Authors Notes: Yes, this is how I think Moony felt about everyone leaving him. He is one of my favorite characters! I love moony very much! This is very short, but I would appreciate your remarks! R/r
In the end I suppose it didn't really matter much. People died, people left, people will be forever remembered. When we were younger we were all together. When someone thought of one, they always thought of the others, always. But now, they don't care. They were never close to the Potters; they'll never know the pain of a true friend.
I wish one of them was here with me now. Any of them, even Sirius. They say he killed them but he can't have, they were like brothers. And it was good for them. For them, but where did that leave me? In the middle, no, not even that good. Somewhere on the side, I was the person where, when anyone was fighting, they'd come to me, but they never fought, never.
I don't care that they were best friends, because I had fun to, I did. It's just, there death hit me so hard, and I couldn't believe it. And so the potters are remembered for there death, and Peter too, Sirius for 'betraying' them and even the potters boy, for living.
But me, the poor wolf. Shunned as a boy, shunned as an adult, why did I think it would ever change? And though it did, for some time, but in the end, they left too.
I can hold on to there memories, but how far can memories take me? Not back to the past when we were happy. Not to a happy future. It can't take me anywhere. It leaves me right where I am. Alone, by myself, because everyone's gone. If anything, it makes me worse, because in my head they live again, but never after that, and I keep wishing they'd come back, I do, but they can't.
They don't know how I want to die each night. I wish that I could have been the secret keeper, I would have died rather than give them the secret. And even in death I would have felt better. Because at least I would have been at peace.
And the pictures they move, like calling me in, I try to come forward, but I can't change the past. I can't change what's happened, nor what had to be. I wish I could talk to them, or just once more see them, as I knew them so long ago. And even if they were all still here, and they were all different from before, I wouldn't mind. I would have my friends back, I would be whole again.
Can I really survive much longer? I feel like a puzzle with out all the pieces. My friends got taken away from me, but no one cared, no one could.
Everyone remembers the boy that lived. Well, what about the one that's alone? At least he has something to live for. At least he has his friends.
Authors notes: Hope you liked it! Please review! If you like this, check out my other story called, Sirius Black! Review that too! ^-^