Disclaimer: I don't own Remus. Or Sirius. Or anyone else. But it's the lack of the pups that hurts me the most.
Remus Lupin never was one never one to be punctual. Yes, he did try, but it is like some divine force has made it so he is always late. This had proved to be a problem for him during his school years. In fact, many of his detentions had not been for pranks but arriving after the bell. So, half way through his second year, Remus began to set his watch half an hour early. Even then, he would be one of the last students in to their seats.
Remus was also not an athlete. He was awkward on a broom and didn't grasp the concept of Muggle sports. On the few occasions he agreed to race around the Quidditch Pitch with his friends, he would always come in last. He would prefer to be reading anyway.
Remus had belonged to a close group of friends. The quartet had originated when James and Sirius, who knew each other from a few Pureblood parties, became best friends a few weeks into first year. Then, Peter had joined when he'd crashed into Snape during flying lessons. Sirius declared it the wickedest thing he'd ever seen. Remus was last to join. The quiet bookworm, he wasn't given any attention until someone had levitated Slughorn's hairpiece during the middle of class. It was Peter who had caught him staring at the Potions professor, unblinking. And so, with the final addition, the Marauders were complete.
And now, Remus lies in bed, asleep. He is no longer a boy that is constantly late for class. Nor is he a boy whose only athletic ability is the fact he can carry loads of books and still keep his good posture. Remus Lupin is an old man. He watched as the war was finished and he was only a few feet away when Ron Weasly killed Peter. Harry had somehow came out victorious and now had children of his own. Remus regrets nothing, not even the fact that his ring finger remains bare.
As dawn grows closer, his breathing slows and his sleep has slipped into one that will last forever. He has lived his life to the fullest and now he can go.
Remus Lupin will wake up, in a way, to Sirius saying, "Always were the last one, eh Moony?"
A/N: I really hated the original version of this chapter/drabble, so I rewrote it. The prompt is still 'Last' and I hope I did a better job this time, though I'm still not satisfied.