Taking over me
FlashbackPadfoot smiled at Moony, a false smile that only worked to dishearten the already nervous man. Padfoot had been placed as best man at Prongs' wedding, he of course was not happy about this, Prongs was marrying that she-devil Lily who had spent the most part of her life torturing the four Marauders. But all that seemed to fade into distant memory as she walked passed them toward the front of the church where Prongs stood waiting. She looked so beautiful in her gown of ivory, her red hair styled with ringlets taking away the illusion of fire. The smile on Prongs' face was so wide that it almost made the three remaining bachelor Marauders want to laugh where they sat.
Moony almost cried during the service, it was so beautiful, and after at the reception he listened intently to Padfoots well rehearsed speech.
"Today we are joined here to mourn the loss of the greatest prankster, Quidditch player and ultimate wannabe hairdresser," this was followed by great laughter amongst the crowd, and a few dirty looks from Lily, "But there is another reason for our being here, as well as mourning the lost Marauder we are gaining a new refined member of the community, or so he wants you to think, we are proud, well I'm not proud of what he will become the old fart, but you are proud to welcome this man as Lily's husband, and might I add that she looks beautiful tonight." Many people in the crowd applauded, even Moony felt himself smiling. He glanced over to Wormtail; he seemed so distant, depressed even.
Remus tried to hold back the tears as he gazed at the picture of Prongs wedding, all four Marauders were in it, two on either side of Lily, Wormtail wasn't even looking at the camera, his eyes were down cast and almost in tears. He should've realised it then, it seemed that Wormtail's treachery had begun long before Prongs' death, before any of them had even taken Voldemort as a serious threat.
Padfoot ran as fast as he could through Moony's front door, an excited smile on his face. He was brandishing an official looking letter, much like the one Moony had just finished reading. "Moony!" he cried, "Mooooooooooooooooonyyyyyy!"
Moony almost laughed at his friend's enthusiasm.
"Did you get the letter?" he asked,
"Yes Padfoot, I did," Moony replied, looking at his friend with much amusement. Padfoot sat crossed legged on Moony's best chair; Moony couldn't help but cringe at the mud he was leaving on the cream fabric. Padfoot couldn't care less; he was re reading the letter.
"The order of the phoenix," he was muttering, "Sounds very much like Dumbledore,"
"Of course it does," Moony, laughed, "Dumbledore is the one behind it all."
Padfoot wasn't listening, he was now making the letter levitate above his head, and it was obvious that he was bored.
That day had filled the whole wizarding community with a new found hope; hope that they could be rid of Voldemort forever, and fear that he was becoming that much of a threat. Remus couldn't believe that he had been so foolish, Dumbledore should've realised that his last stand would bring in spies from Voldemorts Death eaters. Spies that turned out to be closer than Remus had ever imagined.
