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themaraudersage · 4 years ago

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A Dive into Nostalgia

The moonlight poured in through the window illuminating a rather scarred face. His light brown hair was slightly ruffled. Though he looked young his hair was specked with grey at some places. Remus John Lupin was fast asleep on a couch. His mouth was slightly open, his head resting on his arm. He looked tired from the day’s work.

The scars on his face made it seem as if he had been sick for a very long time. The furniture in the room were disorganised but neat. Stacks of parchments and books took over most of the shelves. On the table was a copy of the Daily Prophet. The page that was open right then said : WEREWOLVES: THE INCREASING HAZARD TO THE WIZARDING WORLD. This would have been enough to rip Remus’s heart out and clench his fists had the headline not held the following words:

SIRIUS BLACK ,THE MASS MURDERER HAS ESCAPED FROM AZKABAN

Remus' heart skipped a beat as he read Sirius's name. He read it again.

A wave of emotions shook him, tears stung his eyes. He couldn’t read further.

He picked up a bottle of firewhisky, lying at a hand's distance from where he stood. He tossed it back and forth before gulping it, emptying it half in one go. The searing pain he was feeling right then was beyond words.

Remus sank down into the couch, his legs giving way. A heavy weight settled in his heart, agonising pain filling him through. He simply couldn't take it anymore. But what was this he was doing? Suffering for that person who killed James and Lily. He buried his face in his hands, tears leaking out as memories glided past before his eyes.

They were at the Potter's place that night.

"No way you are going to be my secretkeeper because I don't want to be the reason you die", yelled James.

"I will be alright, Prongs", said Sirius. " What is more important now is Harry's safety." Turning to look at Remus, he said, "Tell him, Remus. "

"James, I think Sirius is right", said Remus."We can't trust anyone else right now and this is the only way, isn't it? "

He wished he hadn't said that. Only if he had protested, had said no, only if he hadn't been foolish enough to trust HIM, James and Lily would have been alive.He wished he had known it earlier.

But how could he! How could he believe that the person with whom they shared the best memories of their life would betray them, betray his own friends, and let them die. How could he believe this !

He took yet another gulp of the firewhisky. So this was all his own fault.

The internal war that was raging inside him had broken him down. He wanted to forget all this. But don't things we try to forget always engrave themselves more powerfully in our minds!

He listened to the frantic beating of his heart for minutes till without the slightest bit of realisation he drifted off to sleep. The torment and tiredness of the day finally making their way...

A loud gushing and ruffling noise woke Remus up. He stood up immediately as if a response to a stimulus. Looking up, he found the source of the disturbance. It was a barn owl holding a letter in its beak. The owl dropped the letter on the floor and flew out through the window.

Merlin, who on earth had sent him a letter! Remus ripped open the envelope and unfolded the letter inside. Had he not been so hasty in his action he would have noticed the Hogwarts crest on the envelope. The letter read:

Dear Mr. R. J. Lupin, We would be highly obliged if you agree to fill the vacancy of a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher that we are currently facing now at Hogwarts.

Send us an owl letting us know of your consent. Thank you.

Yours sincerely, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Remus' heart was too full that night yet he couldn't help feeling a jovial turn to his thoughts. Did this mean that he could walk past those classrooms again, those corridors which once used to ring with their booming laughter, where in every wall was a story written, where once he was filled with unparalleled happiness.

Was he really going back to the place he once called 'home', where he learned the actual meaning of 'love'.

But would he be able to call it home again, now that the people who made it home for him have actually been lost.

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themaraudersage · 4 years ago

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NUMBER 12, GRIMMAULD PLACE

12 years of Azkaban was too much to bear. With all that pain of losing of them, it was too much to endure. WHY ME?

Hadn't he promised James and Lily that he would die for them but wouldn't let them till he was alive? Hadn't he promised himself that he would look after Regulus till his last breath, care for him, and love him? Why then? Why did he have to break so many promises? Yes,this was all HIS own fault?

NO! NO, I DON'T WANT TO SEE THEIR FACES. NO, COME BACK PLEASE. PLEASE DON'T GO. Why don't the nightmares stop? Why don't they?

A dull summer night at Hogwarts. But the marauders didn't have the word dull in their lives. They had sneaked out of the castle and one by one as each of them produced their patronuses after recounting their happiest memories, all of them burst into fits of laughter. It looked as if even the air around them was laughing. Ah! The happy days.....

"Slytherin", roared the Sorting Hat. He remembered the day when Regulus was sorted into Slytherin, he couldn't help feeling disappointed. But his disappointment vanished as he realised how much he loved his brother and his being in a different house couldn't set a barrier between them.

The very next day he had gone to see Regulus to tell him how proud he was of him and how much he loved him. Hadn't Regulus replied that he loved him even more?

He remembered being the best man at James and Lily's wedding. How happy he was to see them together.

His happiness had known no end as his saw baby Harry fly the toy broomstick he had gifted him, as he saw James dancing with joy seeing his son ride his 1st broomstick.

But all this happiness only made him sad, only made him cry.

It was as he saw James laugh behind him that he realised that he was crying.

"Don't wanna prank Snivellus , Padfoot? ", he laughed. It was as he turned that he knew that those weren't the happy memories he had been drifting through but their harsh reality that he had been sinking in...

What did he do to deserve this?

He wanted to die too. LIKE THEM. It must be better dying everyday all the time. But Harry needed him. But he's got Remus, Molly, Dumbledore and so many others to look after him. What could he do for Harry, being stuck at a place from where he always wanted to run away?

His life has turned out to be a total failure. He regretted that he lived. He regretted that he was born.

And as Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather’s wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind and then fell back into place,Sirius whispered "I hope all of you will forgive me".

SIRIUS ORION BLACK

AN UNGRATEFUL FRIEND

A DISHEARTENING BROTHER

A DISAPPOINTING SON

AN UNWORTHY GODFATHER

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