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Author's Note: I wrote this during spanish class (most of my writings come from spanish class...read my other story to get my drift ;) ) Well...it's kinda short. Mostly just Lupin reminising. But I like how it turned out. So...on with the chapter! ghetto heroic music

Chapter Two: Ghosts of the Past

I'm sitting on a chair in the Leaky Caulderon. It's been three days since I've sent the owl to Dumbledore. I'm rather worried, he trusted me before, but I broke his trust. What if he doesn't trust me for this job? I won't be too surprised if I don't get the job. In fact, I probably don't deserve a job as a teacher.

I look out the window, wondering if I'll ever be able to start over. I decide to read the newspaper next to me. It's from yesterday, but what do I care? It's not as important as what I find on the front page. I feel a wave of guilt wash over me as I stare into Sirius Black's face. I tried to block it out of my mind that he had been sent to Azkaban...but looking at this picture brought back so many memories. He always was the clever one in the group, though he was out of control at times. I should've been able to control him. In fact, it was my job. If I just said "No" and put my foot down then maybe he wouldn't have ended up in Azkaban. Maybe, Peter would still be alive. At least then, I wouldn't be so lonely all the time. The headline. He escaped from there when it has never been atempted. I let a small chuckle escape from me, he always was on top of the game.

His dull eyes blink at me. Once, they were so full of life, always had a mischievous glint in them. His hair looks like a damp, black rag. How he's changed! No longer was he that cunning man with good facial features. He always was the prettier one of the group.

He's just a has-been...a shell of an intelligent man. If you looked at him, he would stare at you but his eyes were always somewhere else...perhaps thinking of something new. I keep staring at him, then it hits me. I too am a shell of a man. I once had a purpose in life. Once, I had friends. Once, I looked like I had life in me. But now...I look like a wasted man who's seen too much, lived through too many things at once. Both of us, me and Sirius, just ghosts of the past.

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