ElvishPadfoot--H, y'all! I'm brand-new! This is gonna be a reeeeeeeeally long fic, but it will make ya laugh and cry. Pleeeeeese review. Constructive criticism accepted. Flames--I'll sic Moony on ya.

Time. Funny how it works. Insignificant things can happen only yesterday, and you won't remember them. But if something profound happened years upon years ago, you can still remember it like it was, well, only yesterday. That's how it is with me. They tell me things. All sorts of things. I try to remember, but sometimes it becomes too much. Then, I have to remember. I remember them. My friends. All four of them. I remember his curiosity, his lopsided excuses, his dopey smile, and her. She made all the difference. There wouldn't have been an "us" if there was no "her." She brought us gifts. Not like Christmas presents (granted, she brought us those, too), but something more. The gift of music. The gift of curious freedom. The gift of friendship. Yes, she was a key player in our friendship and existence. We, subconsciously, based it all on her. She left, and we broke apart. God, why? Why did she have to go? Huh. Sometimes I regret meeting her. If I had never met her, I would never have had anything to miss. Then I really think, "Do I really regret? Or am I just being selfish in my pain?" It's been almost twenty years now…I still haven't forgotten. How could I? Time. Funny thing, isn't it? Time.

Remus J. Lupin

Messr. Moony

Patches

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