Prologue
He traced his fingers across the gravestones, retracing, retracing, retracing...
He remembered the world where this, death, angst, pain, was not part of his life. Where he had taken everything for granted as the young spoilt arrogant boy.
Where laughing was his medicine up until now, where death was his cure.
No more time left all has been said and done
Years ago we ventured onto new grounds
For the first time, not knowing what was expected
There were times we wished to leave
But each day we returned back to the beginning
Sure we fought, yelled and cried, but who doesn't
But through it all we stood together side by side
Then it seemed forever, and time wouldn't pass
Now we can't pray enough for just one more hour
To be able to live as we did with the joys of friendships
The rushes of success, the hidden glances of a crush
Who can forget these memories are a part of us
What the coming of age will show can only baffle us
Now once again we walk on into new hallways
We stand tall but alone and a little nervous
It makes us both happy but sad all at the same instant
But we leave to attain our goals and then return
To sit to recall our roots, our true brothers.
The dark haired boy stood up and brushed his crumpled robes there was no need for him to cry, the weather had taken care of that efficiently. He set off to go, no point in hiding, if he lived for each of his parents death anniversary, he couldn't hide. Arrogant as men are, he also succumbed to pride. Pride.
He turned to see three people who had stuck by him.
Those he knew in his hearts would die for him just as he would die for them.
His brothers. Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew.