Hello, here is another chapter. The thoughts of the Marauders. James' view will be in the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it. Please R/R. I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed.

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Alone… all alone. In the Potter Mansion there was 63 rooms, he had visited and counted all of them. 55 of the rooms had not been cleaned in 10 years. In the library, there were 10, 215 books; he had read the titles of all of them. 5,000 of the books were about curses and the Dark Arts. 2,000 of the books were about healing. There was a 1000 books that had been written by Potters.

Outside, conditions were great for flying. The ground in the Quidditch Pitch was hard; it was good for take offs. He had spent three hours flying, just circling the hoops. In the graveyard, 500 Potters were buried in there, starting from 1501, and the last one was buried 1978.

To say Remus was bored, was an understatement. He wanted to be doing something; he wanted to be with his friends, fighting, joking, eating, and just being together. He couldn't stand doing nothing; he was trapped in the big house with only the house elves for company. He wanted to know what was going on, he wanted to know his friends were fine. But no, he was stuck in the house, alone and with no news.

His friends, James, Sirius and Peter, his best friends, and they his only friends. James and Sirius had been acting strangely recently, more strange than usual. They would give each these glances and a 100 words would be exchanged in that one glance. They both said they were going on vacation… he didn't believe it for a second. They didn't take vacations, they pined if they were away from action for a day. They were up to something, he had heard them talk, they mentioned a traitor. A traitor close to them? Did they suspect him? Did the thought cross their minds? Or was he just being paranoid? He had a feeling he wasn't just being paranoid.

How could they think he would betray them? They were brothers, loyal to each other until death! Did they think he had forgotten? He would die before betraying them, he loved them like brothers, and they were his family. They meant the world to them… did they not know? Was it because he is a werewolf? He thought they were past that. Why would they think that now… they had known each other for years! How could they have forgotten the trial he went through? He passed didn't he? Wasn't that his test?

Where were they hiding? He knew that much, something had caused the Marauders to hide. He also had a feeling that Sirius and James were not together. He knew that the Potters owned other property… was that were James was? Where was Sirius? Why had they left? What was going on? But something in the back of his mind told him the answer… they are hiding for Harry.

He wanted to know what was happening, were they safe? What was going on in the world? He wanted to be doing something he couldn't stand this. He knew James and Sirius were restless by now too, they were men of action, not hiding. It was all for Harry though, everything they did was for him. Remus and Sirius weren't Harry's father but they protected and loved him just as much as James. It was something they didn't need to put into words, but each Marauder knew that they would gladly give up their life to keep Harry safe. The look all three of them gave him was enough to tell.

He wondered how Peter was; he had been around the Marauders more recently. He was helping to take care of Harry, and he became a Marauder again. After graduation he traveled and left them. Peter had always been one of them but at the same time he wasn't. He had always been in awe of James and Sirius, but then who wasn't? They were the most popular boys in the school; they were smart, handsome and good at Quidditch. But for Peter it wasn't brains, or populiaty, it was something more, something less obvious for Remus.

He wished this could be over, and that they could all be together again. He knew that there was a chance that it wouldn't work, you didn't hide from Voldemort easily, but it had to work. If one of them died… how could he live without them? Was there life after the Marauders or would time just stop? He did know one thing though, whatever happened, whoever was in danger, the others would do anything to protect them. Brothers Until Death, their motto, it was what they lived by. That and "I solemnly swear I am up to no good", and both of their mottos they lived by to the last word. In his heart he knew he would die for James, Sirius, Lily, Peter or Harry, in a second, without a second thought. Brothers Until Death Do Us Part.

It was Halloween night and the full moon. This would be the first full since his forth year at Hogwarts that James and Sirius would not be by his side. He felt horrible, he had not liked the danger that they put themselves through but he did like their company. It wasn't enough that he already had a sick feeling in his stomach but it's also the full moon. No, the sick feeling is just facing the full moon by yourself, a little voice in his head told him. Everything would be fine, they were invincible, and they were the Marauders. Nothing would happen.

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He hated Muggles at this second. He was sitting in a Muggle flat that he had rented. How did they live this way? It wasn't just Muggles though, it was everyone. He hated the world right now. He couldn't stand this waiting… this hiding, it was killing him. He had been here for three days, and he couldn't stand being locked in a house by himself. He wanted company, he wanted action, adventure, and hell a group of Death Eaters attacking his house would be a joy for him right now. He was a man of action, not waiting. The air was tight around the house, it was slowly choking him. He needed fresh air, he needed something to happen. He hated this flat, he felt trapped, just like he had been at his parent's house. He had sworn to himself that never again would he feel trapped… and here he was trapped.

Were they safe? He didn't know. He wasn't getting the paper, no one knew where he was. How was Remus? He hated to think that Remus was the traitor… but all the evidence was there. He didn't want to see it, Remus was his brother. He had to see it though, for James and Harry. All this was a dream… one that he wasn't waking up from.

He hoped that Peter could keep up his courage. He had no doubt that Peter wouldn't leave his hiding place, too damn scared to. He just hoped that Voldemort didn't find him. That would not be good. He had faith in Wormtail though, he would be faithful until the end. He would be fine. He would stay tough after all he was a Marauder.

He wondered how James was doing. He hated this too, he knew James was driving Lily mad. He hated to hide, Potters didn't hide. He knew that James would not hide if he wasn't for Harry. Sirius knew that James liked having the risk of Voldemort after him, it made life interesting and kept him on his toes. The most evil wizard of the time was after you… it was fun. He was thinking a lot about his brother these days, he had always been there for him, especially when he ran away from home. He had always wondered, what took him so long? His parents, those fools, with stupid notions in their heads. Why wasn't he like them? Where did he go right? He was glad they were dead, and now if those stupid cousins of his would just check out… life would be a lot better.

He walked around the small flat, it was Halloween night. He kept pacing, a sick feeling had settled in his stomach that morning and kept bothering him all day. Was something going to happen? Should he be concerned? He wished he could talk to James. Hell, he'd fancy a talk with Voldemort right now. He was bored out of his mind and he had a sick feeling in his stomach. He had to distract himself with Muggle things. If his parents could see him now. He felt a surge of energy, even when they were dead, he loved being the rebel. His parents were sick though, anything he did a Muggle way made him a rebel. It had been so satisfying when he left the house. He sat down… that feeling in his stomach replaced the surge of energy.

How was Peter? Was something wrong? Did Voldemort find out about his hiding place? Was the game of hide and seek over? Maybe tonight, he would go check on Wormtail. He needed fresh air, he hadn't been out in three days. Just incase, everything was fine of course. Brothers Til Death, it was their motto. And he would stick to that until his death… just like the other Marauders would.


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Death Eaters… that is what they call us. A scornful name, some idiot called us that and the Dark Lord liked it. He thought it fit, and was amusing. They don't understand us though, those Aurors, and that fool Dumbledore. They think they do, they have all these reasons why we turn to the Dark Lord, experts give their opinions on why one kills and doesn't feel pain or remorse afterwards. Those fools. They say you turn because of abusive parents, you turn to the "Dark" side because you were an unloved child, and you seek revenge upon the world. Well unlike my colleagues, my parents loved me. I was an only child, which is rare in pure blood families. A fine and noble family, they date back to the 1600s. My parents might have expected more out of me, being a pure blood wizard but they never said anything to me. I was never any good at magic growing up; I was more of a Squib than anything else was.

Experts also say you turn to the "Dark" side in defiance of your parents or the complete opposite, you follow in their footsteps. You want to make them proud of you by joining them, fighting side by side. No, that doesn't work either, my parents stayed out of the war. They edged toward Dumbledore but were neither Aurors nor Death Eaters. They tried to protect me from the war, but when I graduated that was difficult. No, I didn't turn to the Dark Lord because of abusive parents or because I was being a rebel.

Experts also say you turn because of peer pressure, that didn't happen either, I was a Gryffindor. Only Gryffindor to turn to the Dark Lord. It is amazing that I got into Gryffindor, my mother was a Gryffindor and my father a Ravenclaw. I was sure to be put in Hufflepuff, I am nether brave, or have courage. My parents though were pleased. My three friends were Dumbledore's favorites. They made trouble, and havoc for him but he had a soft spot for their jokes and mischief. If I had been affected by peer pressure, I would have been in the Order of the Phoenix. My friends don't say much about their work, but I know what they do. I go to the attacks sometimes, but You-Know-Who doesn't want me caught, he likes me spying on Dumbledore's favorite Phoenixes. Peer pressure has nothing to do with, the experts are so wrong.

I don't seek revenge on the world, I don't care about killing, and I do it for power and me. That's the key word, the one experts stay away from. It's the answer to all problems. I do for it power. When I was a foolish, and young schoolboy I thought James, Sirius and Remus had all the power. They defined all the rules; they were popular, smart and daring. They had it they had power. Some people say I'm dumb, but I connected myself with those who had power. They protected me with their power. I will admit I was in awe of them, I wanted that power. In our 5th year, we became illegal Animagus, and no one knew. That is power, we had a disguise, I could sneak around unnoticed, find out secrets, I was given power above others. I knew I needed more once I got a taste. James and Sirius became Animagus for Remus, I became one for power. What did I care about the werewolf?

When I graduated though I found a job that wasn't in the Ministry booklet they gave us about different job opportunities. I was foolish to think that three schoolboys had all the power. I found You-Know-Who and he has given me power. I joined You-Know-Who shortly after graduation. It was right around when James' father died. They joined Dumbledore around that time. Irionic, they joined the war at the same time, just different sides. They thought they were on the winning side, but he knew they weren't. No one could beat You-Know-Who, he had the power. They all were scared of him, scared of what he was. His followers insulted him often, especially Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy. He had recognized them through their masks. They were two of You-Know-Who's favorites, but not for long. When he gave them the Potters, he would be honored above all Death Eaters. He would be You-Know-Who's favorite, his second in command. He would have power over others. That thought made him smile, he would have power. His parents would be pleased with him then, he would have made something of his life, he would doing great things. He would be better than his friends, he would personally kill them, he could, You-Know-Who had given him that power to.

My friends were so naïve, so noble acting. All that talk about brothers, they weren't brothers. They were so tied up in their friendship, and they thought they knew him. But they didn't, no one really knew him. Everyone thought him to be stupid, to be worthless, but he wasn't. You-Know-Who had made sure of that. They would never understand him though, nor did he wish them too.

I was taught to do magic that mattered, and I own the Dark Lord everything. When he found out that I was made Secret Keeper for the Potters, he asked me for the location. I was honored to give it. I knew I was betraying my friends to their deaths but what does it matter? I would be rewarded greatly for this information. To deliver the Potters to him, two people who have captured a good number of Death Eaters. The Potters were feared in circle, not as much as Dumbledore but they were feared. It was a chance of a lifetime and it all boils down to one thing… their life or mine. Simple choice really, I didn't even need to think about it twice. James Potter isn't really my brother; he is not a blood relation. It was so simple to choose… who wouldn't choose their own over someone else's?