Chapter 1 : It's Not Supposed to Go Like That
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Poppy Pomfrey froze in place, the Stunner she had sent towards an oncoming Death Eater making contact with his chest, but she did not register it. The loud crashes, the sound of bodies landing on the hard stone, suits of armor colliding with falling rock, shouts of Death Eaters and students alike all disappeared. To Madam Pomfrey, none of that was there anymore. None of it mattered. Nothing except the two bodies she had nearly tripped over during her haste to keep three Death Eaters away from a group of students who looked barely of age.
Even that group of students seemed to disappear as she gazed down upon the bodies of Remus and Tonks Lupin. Barely aware that the drops of water landing on Remus's face were her own tears, Madam Pomfrey collapsed to the ground in front of her. Still gripping her wand hard, she sobbed as she looked at her favorite student and his wife.
Poppy had been quite young when Remus Lupin came to Hogwarts. Practically fresh out of nursing school, with only five years of working at Hogwarts under her belt, Albus Dumbledore came to her and told her of a unique situation.
Albus Dumbledore had no qualms whatsoever about allowing Remus Lupin, who had been bitten by a werewolf at the age of four, into his school, despite the many misgivings of the teachers. Poppy herself was slightly nervous about it, mostly because her schooling merely glazed over caring for a young werewolf. She vaguely remembered half a lecture on it during her second year of nursing school.
And Joey had never seen one
Real cowboy all dressed up
As he held it in his hand
However, any reluctance she had had evaporated shortly after she met Remus and his parents. Never before had she met such a sweet boy with such loving parents. They sat down with her shortly before term began and told her the entire story. How Remus had snuck out of the house one night when he was only four and how that one action changed the course of his life forever.
Then he pulled the trigger back
Stopped little Tommy in his tracks
And said, "Get up, man"
Never before had she heard such a heart wrenching story. That one night had caused the Lupins to abandon the idea that their son would ever go to Hogwarts. Albus had rekindled that idea for them. So determined were they for him to live a normal life and Madam Pomfrey decided to do everything in her power to help.
To the Wilson's youngest son
His innocent life had just begun
Remus arrived at Hogwarts scared and shy, not knowing anyone, like most first years. He was different, though. Poppy could see it in his eyes. The darkness, the proof that he had been through horrors none of the other first years could even imagine.
It's not intended to end that way
She soon learned everything there was to learn about caring for a young werewolf. As the months progressed, she got to know Remus and listened as he described his classes and teachers. She had never seen a child so excited about learning. There was still something different, though. He was guarded, separated from the others his age by what he became once a month.
Down an unknown path
But it's not supposed to go like that
There were three boys who were determined to change that. Determined to show Remus that he was no different from his peers, with the exception of what one of them called his 'furry little problem'. James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew were just what Remus needed.
Throughout the years the four boys became closer and closer, sucking Remus into their schemes and pranks. James and Sirius in particular were quite the pranksters. Remus confided in Madam Pomfrey one day that he was sure Dumbledore made him a Prefect to try and control James and Sirius.
Remus's transformations became easier. He sustained less injuries and had to spend less time in the Hospital Wing both before and afterwards. Madam Pomfrey was sure it was because of his friends, because he had been able to confide in someone. She was a firm believer that friendship, happiness, and laughter really were the best medicines.
Seven years passed quickly. Graduation came and Madam Pomfrey still could not believe how different Remus was. Gone was the shy little boy who had stepped into the ward before his first transformation with tears streaming down his cheeks. Now he was confident and ready to enter the world with his three best friends at his side.
Remus kept in contact with Madam Pomfrey, but she did not see him until years after he graduated. He arrived in the Hospital Wing early one the morning, looking more like his eleven-year-old self than the Remus she had last seen.
Madam Pomfrey herself was rather shook up as well. Rumors had been floating about that the man who called himself Lord Voldemort had been killed. This in itself was good news, but rumor had it it had come at an awful expense. Poppy had heard that James and Lily Potter had been murdered by Voldemort and somehow their one-year-old son, Harry, had survived and caused the dark wizard's downfall.
And the keys to Jenny's heart
A fifth of whiskey on the floorboard
Both Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall had been gone for hours, leaving the school in a state of confusion. Not intentionally, of course. Poppy knew both of them were right at the heart of the anti-Voldemort movement and had to discover the truth.
Remus was dressed in shabby robes and looked like he hadn't slept in a very long time. He stumbled into the ward with a look of utter horror on his face. One glance at him told Madam Pomfrey that the rumors were true.
Had only one thing on their mind
Never saw the flashin' lights
Or the train comin' on
“James and Lily,” he said quietly as he walked towards her, “Dead!”
Madam Pomfrey rose from her chair and rushed to meet him. She wrapped him in a hug like he was eleven-years-old again and after a few minutes, he pulled away, tears streaming down his face.
On the right side of the road
Reminders of a love that won't grow.
“Was it You-Know-Who?” Poppy asked quietly.
Remus nodded and sat down on the nearest bed. “But it wasn't only him!” Remus shouted, “S-Sirius!”
“What about Sirius?” she sat down next to him.
“He was- he was their Secret Keeper!” Remus sobbed, “He was working for Voldemort all this time! Gave away the location of their house and then Voldemort killed them!”
Madam Pomfrey clutched her chest, trying to comprehend what she had just heard. Sirius Black? The Sirius Black she had thought she'd known give the Potters to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? Never would she have believed it if anyone else had told her. Sirius had always hated the Dark Arts, never had he shared his family's views of them. What had changed?
“I was so sure he was different from his family!” Remus exclaimed, “Should have seen it coming, I should have been Secret Keeper!”
“It's not your fault,” she said quickly, all too familiar with Remus's habit of blaming himself for horrible things that happen.
“Should have paid better attention,” Remus said, like he hadn't heard what she told him. “And Peter, Peter too! Murdered, along with thirteen Muggles, by Sirius.”
Another blow. Madam Pomfrey sighed and shook her head. None of this was right. None of this was fair. James, Lily, and Peter, all gone. Everyone Remus cared about. Three of his friends murdered, the fourth a traitor.
“The baby,” Madam Pomfrey said, “Harry, what's going to happen to Harry?”
“Dumbledore's sent him to live with his Muggle aunt and uncle,” Remus muttered, “Thinks he'll be better off growing up away from all of this.”
“Albus is right,” she said quietly, “He's going to be famous in our world. That's no way for a child to grow up.”
“We're not allowed to go see him,” Remus said, “Dumbledore doesn't want us visiting. I'm not going to be able to see him grow up.”
Madam Pomfrey put her hand on his shoulder. She knew that he loved that child like he was his own nephew. Remus had been like an uncle to him for the past year. Now, little Harry Potter was going to grow up remembering nothing of his parents, nothing of Remus, nothing of the Godfather who had betrayed him.
It was years before she saw Remus again. His letters told her that he was having difficulty holding down a job, so she was thrilled when Albus offered him the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. More than anything, she was happy he'd be able to see Harry again.
The year was anything but normal and couldn't have ended worse in Poppy's opinion. Sirius Black escaped and Severus Snape made public Remus's condition to the entire castle.
The door to the ward opened and Remus walked in, carrying a suitcase in each hand. He set them down and walked towards her. He was smiling, and Poppy didn't have a clue as to why.
“Remus,” she said, “I wish you didn't have to leave.”
“It's ok,” he replied, “Bound to happen eventually.”
“And Sirius, he got away,” Madam Pomfrey sighed.
Remus smiled wider and shook his head slightly. “Sirius never betrayed James and Lily.”
“What?” she gasped, “Of course he did! You told me yourself!”
“I was mistaken. It was Peter. He was the Secret Keeper. Peter betrayed James and Lily. Peter killed all those Muggles and faked his own death all those years ago. Peter made his presence known a few nights ago. He escaped, he's out there looking for Voldemort, but Sirius is innocent. He's been innocent this whole time,” Remus told her.
Madam Pomfrey was silent for a few moments. She could hardly believe the news. She was thrilled, of course, but to know that poor Sirius had spent twelve years in Azkaban when he was innocent. It was unnerving.
“When I look back,” Remus began, “I know I should have seen it coming. Peter distanced himself for the years leading up to James and Lily's deaths-”
“Don't start that again,” Poppy interrupted him.
“I should go,” Remus said quietly, “Albus has a carriage waiting.”
“Keep in touch,” she said as she gave him a quick hug.
“I will,” Remus assured her as he quietly left the ward.
Another two years passed. Remus burst into the ward looking nearly as shocked as he had the night James and Lily were murdered. Madam Pomfrey already knew what had happened. The ward was filled with Harry Potter and his friends who had dueled with the Death Eaters at the Ministry. Albus had filled her in. She knew what had happened there.
Poppy rushed forward to meet him. He shook his head and she could see the sadness in his eyes. He sat down on one of the beds.
“Sirius,” he said, “Murdered.”
“Albus told me,” Madam Pomfrey replied, “I am so sorry.”
“They're gone now,” Remus said, “All of them. James, Lily, Sirius. And Sirius, never proved innocent! It's not right!”
It's not intended to end that way
It was awful. Madam Pomfrey had nothing to refute him. There was nothing she could say that would help. He truly was alone now. His three best friends murdered. The fourth a traitor. There was nothing to say, nothing to do, to change that.
Down an unknown path
But it's not supposed to go like that
Never had the idea that Remus would die fighting off He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named crossed Poppy's mind. It should have, he was in the Order of the Phoenix, he was fighting against him. Yet Poppy would never have thought he would die like James and Lily had. Murdered before their time, leaving a young child to grow up without parents.
Madam Pomfrey herself was fighting. She knew what could happen. So why did it shock her so much that Remus had been murdered by Death Eaters? It just wasn't fair. He'd suffered enough in his life. Why did it have to end now, right when things were going so well for him?
When they see it all played out
And as they stand with their hands tied
Oh, do they cry out loud
Remus had gotten married, something he never thought would happen. He'd had a beautiful son, another thing he thought to be an impossibility. Some things just weren't fair. Remus's life had been going well and then it had been snatched away so quickly.
No, it's not supposed to go like that
No, it's not supposed to go like that
Madam Pomfrey wiped the tears from her face and everything came back. The noise, the shouts, the spells colliding with their targets. The battle was still going on like nothing had happened. Like Remus and Tonks hadn't been killed.
A jet of red light passed just inches from Poppy's head and she realized that she couldn't stay there any longer. She had to get up and fight. Fight like Remus would have wanted her to do, like he would have wanted everyone to do.
Poppy stood up and held her wand out, looking for a Death Eater. It didn't take long for her to locate a pack of them, dueling the children she had been protecting just moments before. Narrowing her eyes, she took off running down the corridor, aiming hexes and jinxes at the evil that had killed her favorite student.
No, it's not supposed, it's not supposed to go like that
No, no, no, it's not supposed to go like that.
A/N: Thanks to WeasleyTwins for giving me the idea for this in her review of my otehr Madam Pomfrey story. Thanks as well to Dancer_of_Starlight and onestop_hpfan18 for their input!