Disclaimer: I do not own the Marauders or Lily. They belong to the ingenious J.K. Rowling. Maranda Black is the property of my friend Cass.
I can still remember that fateful day when we were all goofing off in the Three Broomsticks, and Remus got down on one knee and said those fateful words, "Maranda Black, I love you. Will you marry me?"
I could tell Maranda was about to say yes, and I of course knew that this would lead to disaster. So right before she opened her mouth, I asked to talk to her in private. I tried to convince her to say no, but to no avail. So I had nothing to do when she walked out there and said "Yes, Remus, of course I'll marry you. I love you with all my heart."
I tried. I tried because I knew it would end with one or the other mourning till they died. Perhaps it was better this way though, Maranda dying a few weeks before their first wedding anniversary. It would have been even better if she had lived, but still, it's better that she was the one to die. If Remus had been the one to be killed, than it wouldn't have been good. Miranda loved him so much. Just watching them was enough to make me call all the fairy tales I had ever heard realistic. They were a real life fairy tale.
But Maranda would have been so depressed, she probably would have killed herself. Remus was never one to commit suicide. Even today, though, I can still see the pain in his eyes. Every time I catch him alone, I can see that he still wears the same look on his face that he wore when he watched her body fall to the ground. And I have to tell myself , "I could have prevented this. If I had tried a little harder I could have prevented this." But in my heart I know I couldn't have. I would have just made it worse.
A/N Well, that wasn't as angsty as I thought. And many thanks to Maggy Aethelwynsdottir, who convinced me to continue this. And Mikkaylah is also known as Mikah, because that's coming up in later chaps (maybe).
I can still remember that fateful day when we were all goofing off in the Three Broomsticks, and Remus got down on one knee and said those fateful words, "Maranda Black, I love you. Will you marry me?"
I could tell Maranda was about to say yes, and I of course knew that this would lead to disaster. So right before she opened her mouth, I asked to talk to her in private. I tried to convince her to say no, but to no avail. So I had nothing to do when she walked out there and said "Yes, Remus, of course I'll marry you. I love you with all my heart."
I tried. I tried because I knew it would end with one or the other mourning till they died. Perhaps it was better this way though, Maranda dying a few weeks before their first wedding anniversary. It would have been even better if she had lived, but still, it's better that she was the one to die. If Remus had been the one to be killed, than it wouldn't have been good. Miranda loved him so much. Just watching them was enough to make me call all the fairy tales I had ever heard realistic. They were a real life fairy tale.
But Maranda would have been so depressed, she probably would have killed herself. Remus was never one to commit suicide. Even today, though, I can still see the pain in his eyes. Every time I catch him alone, I can see that he still wears the same look on his face that he wore when he watched her body fall to the ground. And I have to tell myself , "I could have prevented this. If I had tried a little harder I could have prevented this." But in my heart I know I couldn't have. I would have just made it worse.
A/N Well, that wasn't as angsty as I thought. And many thanks to Maggy Aethelwynsdottir, who convinced me to continue this. And Mikkaylah is also known as Mikah, because that's coming up in later chaps (maybe).