Aki- I got some really good reviews for the last chapter. Here is my next one. Please review (again).

Positions

In the marauders, we all had a part to play and we all had a role to fill. We all were different. That was what made us so…I do not even know what to put their, cool and popular seem like such childish and naive words to explain what we were. Memorable, significant, known…

James was the leader, hands down. He created us, put us together, and gave people chances. He also held us together, through are arguments and rough times. If our friendship was compared to a brick building, James would be the cornerstone and the mortar. No matter how hard I try to explain him, James Potter was and still is beyond words. Even though sometimes he could be a cocky, boorish, vain, bigheaded git, (as Lily would say) out of the four of us he was the closest to prefect, to reaching perfection

Maybe it was that he was so accepting and that he looked past what he was ever told to believe about muggle-borns, Blacks, werewolves or whatever. I would bet you anything that he was the only one that treated me exactly the same when he found out I was a werewolf, without a second thought. He was the first one to accept Sirius despite his family and Peter not even considering his abilities or more like the lack there of. I do not blame the others for any ill thoughts they may have had of me. I have had to deal with it all my life and I was used to it by then. Peter knew werewolves can be dangerous and that was just how Sirius was raised.

But James, James never thought twice after he made his mind up and no one could talk him out of his convictions. Sometimes that made him do stupid things, but most of the time it made him so great and different and amazing. That was what made him so outstanding. That probably why it was so hard when he died first, he was just too good to go, Him and Lily.

Sirius Black, enough said. He was the reckless one, the crazy one, the throw-caution-to-the-wind one, the most rambunctious one of us all. Notice I left out care-free because Sirius was anything but care-free, no matter how good he pretended to be it. He put on a pretty good facade, but I personally know a thing or to about facades, and I could see threw it.

Sirius was running, he was always running, I do not think he stopped running until the day that he died. You ask what he was running from. I will answer you, the world. The world that said he was Black and he was better than everyone else and he better start acting like one. The world that was responsible for putting him in a family that he hated and loved at the same time, which he gave up and was disowned from. He was always running from the reminder of who he was supposed to be, but could not because he was reminded every holiday that he got some abysmal present from his parents, every summer he went home or avoided going home, every time he looked over at the Slytherin table. He was always running from fate and destiny, determining his own path and exercising his free will. But it caught up with him when he was framed for a murder and thrown in prison for years and people thought, 'I would expect nothing else from a Black.'

Despite all the sadness in his life, Sirius was probably the most fun person I had ever meet in my life. He knew how to have a good time. He pushed everything to the limit. He would do things others would never dare do. Sometimes it was a good thing and sometimes it was a bad thing. Sirius did not break rules and traditions because he was being a rebel; he broke rules simply because it was fun. Sirius was too fun to die, too crazy to die, still running when he died.

Next is Peter Pettigrew. I will not pretend that right now in time that I do not hate him. But I will not also pretend that at one time he was indeed a very close friend and I would never trade the days of him as my friend because of what he has done now. But were to begin with Peter. He was the misfit of the group, the affirmative action per se. He was not as talented or smart as the rest of us were. He was not as brave or confident either. But he was still our friend.

Despite all these downfalls Peter had some very good qualities too. He was generally happy and light-hearted. He did not pick fights or insult people. In fact he barely had a temper at all. He was pretty innocent and naive in his early years. He tended to be clumsy at times or get tongue-tied, but he was follower, friendly, and loyal. At least he was.

I do not know where or when or why exactly he turned. I do not think it was just one thing and do not think it entirely his fault. As much as I hate to admit it, part of it was probably mine, and Sirius', and James' fault. Not that we shunted him aside or made him resent us in anyway, but we never let him learn, and what we did let him learn was the wrong stuff. We were too protective of him so that he never learned how to be brave by himself and that his friendship and loyalty was never tested. We taught him to have a taste for power. He aligned with us in school, because we were the big men. But out in the world, we did not have that control, so he found the new big man, Voldemort.

The Peter Pettigrew I knew as my friend is dead. The boy who was happy, quick to smile and laugh is gone. Wormtail is not my friend. He is a traitor and a servant of evil.

Peter had not learned enough when he died.

And last is me, Remus Lupin, the last marauder. I never thought I would say that. I was the peacemaker, the common sense of the group. I was the sensible, responsible one. I kind of balanced out Sirius and James wildness, with my simplicity and manners. I worked for what I got. I was never a hot head. That is probably the only good things I can say about myself.

I was never as brave James and Sirius. I was never brave enough to tell them to stop, what they were doing was wrong, that they were being idiots because I was afraid, afraid of losing them as my friends. Among the others, I probably valued friendship the most, because I never had many friends because of my…condition. That is why I kept it a secret. When most people fond out, they would shun me, and that was a best case scenario. I would get jeered or mocked or worse. I hated it, I hated myself. But when they fond out, they did not care. They did not treat me any different. They became animagi for me. And because they did not care, for the first time I could actually accept myself and liked who I was.

But now I am alone and I do not have even one of those friends who made me like myself. So now there are times in which I start to hate myself again and all I can do is try to remember the days in which I had the best friends in the whole entire world and the history of time, but that makes it hurt even more. So here I am, Remus Lupin, the last marauder, who is too alone to live.

P.S.- all my updates might not be as fast as this one.