Remembered Past by Suzanne of Dragons Breath

Rating: PG
Genres: Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 18/07/2008
Last Updated: 18/07/2008
Status: Completed

Just got reminded of this fic by my beta, I never did get around to posting it. Oops. Remus
remembers on an important day.




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Title: Remembered Past

Author: Suzanne of Dragons Breath

Rating: PG

Summary: Newest edition to the plot bunny escapee fics. Remus and Harry have a talk. I meant to
post this a few years ago….oops.

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It’s amazing how like his father he is. I remember standing in this same room over twenty years
ago watching James pace as well. Potter nerves. Will fight dark lords, but when having to get
married, those nerves can be shot to hell.

“Harry, if you don’t stop pacing, you will wear a hole in the carpet.” Harry turns and gives me
a Look. I can’t help the grin that crosses my face. I can remember Lily giving myself and the other
Marauders the same look. It’s so strange to see it on an almost carbon copy of James’ face.

“Remus, I’m getting married in less than half an hour! You expect me to be calm?!” Harry
exclaimed.

“Sorry Harry. You just look so much like James when he was in here waiting to marry Lily. I
remember the hard time that Sirius and I gave him. He almost cursed us, then realized that if he
ruined their wedding, Lily would kill him. Your mother had such a temper at times! It’s a wonder
she didn’t murder him for some of the things we pulled!” I smiled again. Harry looked at me in
interest. “What?” I asked.

“No one ever tells me much about my mother. It’s almost always about my dad. Remus, can you tell
me about my mum? Aunt Petunia never talked about her.”

I sighed as I though of the red headed woman who had stolen one of my best friend’s heart, only
to give her own in return. “Well, one thing for sure is you did inherit her temper. She could be as
sweet as anything and then -BAM- we would all be in the dog house. I saw flashes of her in you in
your fifth year when you were so upset with all of us. You inherited more from her than that
though.”

Harry looked at me, confusion on his face. “You have her eyes, yes, and her temper. But you also
have her caring soul. Without that, you would have never been able to defeat Voldemort. You seem to
somehow sense the feelings of those around you Harry, and you care for others more than yourself.
Don’t think I didn’t see some of the things you pulled in your sixth and seventh year. It was the
love that you and Hermione share that defeated You Know Who. It was the power that he knew not-
love. Tom Riddle grew up in an orphanage, and never truly experienced love, not even as a student.
I don’t know too much about his time here, you’d have to ask Dumbledore. But I can tell you that
love is what defeated him. Your father’s love, mother’s love, Sirius’ love, my love, your
friends' love, and especially Hermione’s love is what helped make the difference.”

Harry sat heavily on a chair; I could hear it groan in protest from the rough treatment. “But
why did so many of them have to die?” Harry asked me, mussing his hair in a very James-like
fashion. He sighed and stood again, resuming his pacing. “I know, I know, I had to suffer in order
to truly know love or whatever bull shit. Damn it, why am I thinking of this now? I’m getting
married in 15 minutes!”

I sighed and gave up on trying to save the carpet. Moving next to him, I placed a hand on his
shoulder. “Harry. Listen to me, they didn’t die to make you suffer. They died to save you, because
they loved you. They made the ultimate sacrifice so that you would be able to grow up, fall in
love, and be able to have a happy life. Not so that you could defeat You Know Who and be done with
your usefulness. You’re thinking of them because you wish they could be here. They are here in
spirit, in memory. As long as you remember them, they will always be here for you, even if you
can’t see them.” Harry sighed and nodded.

“Thank you Remus. I don’t know how I would be able to get through everything without you. I’d
probably run, terrified if you weren’t here to calm me down.” Harry smiled at me, and I pulled him
in to a quick hug. As we released each other, a knock came at the door.

“Harry! Come on mate! Let’s get going! It’s almost time!” I smiled as Ron’s voice came through
the door. Pausing for a moment, I reached and brushed off a stray piece of lint and twitched his
robes in to place. Squeezing Harry’s shoulder, I nodded to him.

“Come on Harry, I happen to know that there is an amazing witch waiting with her father to be
walked down the aisle to you.” Harry nodded and walked out the door. I stood in place for a moment
longer, caught up in the memories that this room brought forth. I could still see James pacing,
nervous about his own wedding. I remember cursing him and forcing him to calm down. Of course,
Sirius wanted to take advantage of James being stunned, but I stopped him. I sighed, caught up in
my memories. I only wish that James, Lily and Sirius could be here to see this.

“Remus, you coming?” Harry’s voice brought me out of my reverie. Shaking myself I nodded, and
moved to walk with Harry and Ron down to where friends and family were waiting to finally see two
of the saviors of the Wizarding world be married.



