Chapter 1 : Remus's Point of View
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My eyes filled with tears as I watched the undertakers lower the coffins into two graves set close together. They were to be buried in the graveyard next to the little church in Godric's Hollow. My grief seemed to diminish as it was replaced by anger, shock, hurt and betrayal as I thought of Sirius. The man, whom James had thought of as a best friend, almost a brother, had gone and betrayed James and Lily to Voldemort. Sirius had also murdered another friend. He had gone after Peter the day after Voldemort killed James and Lily and blasted him to smithereens, along with thirteen innocent Muggles. The largest bit of Peter that the Aurors could find was an index finger. Sirius had been arrested, caught in the act, laughing manically. He had been locked up in one of the most secure and protected cells in Azkaban.
Even though, I had seen Sirius murder Peter right in front of my eyes, somewhere, deep down inside me, I felt that Sirius could never had betrayed James to Voldemort. Sirius’s happiness had known no bounds from the day he had befriended James. They had become such good friends on the Hogwarts Express that it seemed bizarre to think that they had not met each other before that day. Also, when James married Lily, it came as no surprise that he had named Sirius best man. Sirius had been ecstatic; his smile never left his face that day.
A couple of years later, Harry was born. When James had taken Harry into his arms for the first time, Sirius had been by his side. James had handed Harry to Sirius and asked him to be godfather. Sirius was overjoyed; in fact, it was probably the only time we had ever seen Sirius cry in front of us. Tears of happiness swimming in his eyes, Sirius had agreed at once. At the time, it had seemed as though he genuinely cared for James and Lily as well as Harry.
“Face it, Remus,” a little voice inside my head told me. “Sirius was the one who killed James and Lily as well as Peter. After all, he was a Black. He could well have possessed the cold, cruel nature that nearly all the Blacks have…. he was just too clever to show it.”
I sighed heavily, tears pricking my eyelids once more, as grief and sadness overwhelmed me again. James, Lily and Peter were dead. Sirius was in Azkaban. I was left all alone. I had never had any friends, other than the Marauders. I smiled a little as I thought of the name we had given ourselves when we were at Hogwarts. Lily had become a close friend too, when we were in seventh year.
I snapped back to reality as I heard one of the undertakers calling me to engrave the epitaphs on the graves. With fresh tears cascading down my face, I walked over to the graves and knelt down before them. With my wand and lots of deep thinking, I engraved the following epitaphs on the graves.
James Potter, born 27 March, 1960, died 31 October 1981
Lily Potter, born 30 January 1960, died 31 October 1981
The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.
I got up, wiping away my tears. I had to find Dumbledore, to find out what was to happen to Harry, the last living descendant of the Potters and the Boy Who Lived.
Author's Note: The next chapter should be out fairly soon.... please leave a review to let me know whether you liked it or not!