October 31st 1981
Barty
The wind nipped at his face as he stumbled down the cracked sidewalk, he was in muggle London (absurd as that sounds) and almost black out drunk...
Alice had been his best friend when they were younger, inseparable until she left for Hogwarts and got sorted in Gryffindor, he felt his face contort in disgust at the thought.
At the time he had been disappointed, not angry, but then again, he was supposed to be a fucking Ravenclaw.
Barty slumped against a brick wall in a narrow alley, he could practically smell the alcohol on his clothes, he reeked, and resting in a random alley in a shithole muggle town in the middle of London probably didn't make it any better.
He ran a hand through his matted hair, reminiscing about his friend, the friend he saw die inside, the friend he helped torture, and he enjoyed it, that was the worst part...
"Shit," Barty whispered sitting down with a grunt, he didn't care that he was probably sitting in a puddle of piss, he was too out of it to even notice properly.
"Shit," He mumbled louder, head rolling back to rest on the wall, brown eyes tracing the stars and constellations, Reggie's up there somewhere, Barty thought fondly.
"Shit," Barty said, banging his head against the wall lightly, tears pooling in his eyes.
"Shit," Bang.
"Shit," Bash.
"Shit," The tears started rolling.
"SHIT."
He was a psychopath, that much was obvious to anyone, but as he started laughing manicly, tears storming down his cheeks at rapid pace, laughing just as fast...
"Shit, " Barty chuckled.
...He realised just how mental he really was.
"Shit," He giggled.
He didn't even notice the muggles walking down the street, heals clacking, shoes clunking, timid voices murmuring, angry voices screaming, just how Regulus and Barty used to when Reg started drinking again, but he paid no mind as cackled just as manicly as Bellatrix.
But of course people noticed him, they saw the man reeking of alcohol, laughing at himself and his pathetic life, to some he would most likely take a swan dive off the nearest building, and to others he would probably be taken to a psychiatric hospital.
Nobody saw the man who threw his life away, who's boyfriend died and who had recently tortured his childhood best mate to insanity.
Nobody saw the man slowly losing himself as he sat there, laughing to nothing in particular, even though it was the
31st of October 1981...
Pandora
The Horcrux.
It was going to be the death of her.
She knew it.
But that wasn't going to stop her from finishing what Regulus started...
"Fucks sakes," Pandora huffed, throwing her quill down ontop of the many books scattered on her table.
Xeno was out with Luna and one of the neighbours kids for the muggle tradition he used to do every year.
Pandora smiled fondly to herself at the thought, though that little grin forced itself off her face at the thought of the task at hand.
"Merlin Archie," The woman muttered, placing her head in her hands, she shut her eyes in frustration, she knew about Regulus' death before it even happened, before he got tangled up in all of Voldemorts shit, and she knew about her death aswell, but if she had the chance to make the world a better place for her little Luna and Lilys son, then it would be so fucking worth it.
Pandora slumped back in the chair, letting her head roll back, her blonde hair almost touched the ground as she leaned back on her chair, the front legs of her seat hovered off the floor.
"Let's think about it," Pandora muttered.
"Voldemort created the horcrux, it's the locket of Salazar Slytherin,"
"Who is related to Voldemort..."
Pandora gasped at the voice, letting the chair fall back onto the floorboards with a resounding slam.
The woman turned around on the chair, her hands gripping the the top of the wood.
"Don't scare me like that Regulus,"
"Sorry," The seventeen year old chuckled.
"Merlin Arch," Pandora sighed, resting her forehead on the wooden back.
The woman could practically feel the cold wind pass by her as the ghost moved.
"Pans, get your head in the game..."
"I know, I know," Pandora mumbled, moving to face a smug Regulus who was perched on the table.
She was about to have a go at him for sitting on her books and papers, until she realised that, technically, he wasn't actually sitting on them.
"Sometimes I regret bringing you back," The blonde muttered, a smirk spreading on her face at the memory of that strange ritual she did, she hadn't meant to bring, bring him back, she only wanted to talk to him for a few seconds to find out what he had figured out that he just needed to tell her.
"Oh come off it, you know you love me," The spirit teased, running a hand through his black and blonde curls.
"I suppose I do," Pandora sighed, placing her chin in her hand.
Regulus grinned, kicking his legs up and onto the table.
The grin quickly fell off his face, it was ironic that in death Regulus could actually express his emotions in a healthy way, albeit unnervingly, but it was a win.
"Anyways Pandora, as I was saying, lets recap on what we know..." Regulus started, staring pointedly at the blonde woman.
Pandora shrugged, her silky blue dressing gown slipping off her shoulder slightly as it was jostled.
"Voldemort is a decendant of Salazar Slytherin,"
"The owner of the locket," Pandora finished for him, Regulus hummed before standing up abruptly and walking slowly around the table.
"Which is also a horcrux..." Pandora muttered softly, her head was hurting from the thinking, she needed to sleep.
"You should write this down, "
Pandora nodded in agreement, now this is why she keeps Reg around, he makes life easier.
"And to make a horcrux you have to kill somone, takes a peice of your soul," Regulus stated, Pandora could practically hear the smugness in his words, it hadn't yet hit her that they didn't know this information, that they couldn't know this information yet...
"And a way of killing someone is..." Regulus said, giving Pandora the basics.
Her handwriting was messy as she scribbled the notes down on the yellowing page of parchment.
"The killing curse..." Pandora muttered, trying to keep up with writing the conversation down.
"Which?" Again, Pandora could hear the smirk in his voice, he knows something I don't... And yet again she didn't even think of it.
"Which Voldemort created,"
"And who made the horcrux?"
"Voldemort, but we know this alrea-" Pandora stopped talking just as soon as Regulus stopped walking, he ended up parallel to Pandora on the other side of the table.
The older woman looked up, her frizzy blonde hair falling over her shoulder.
"You fucking know how to destroy it?" Pandora said, raising her voice slightly, Regulus only shrugged lightly, flashing her a charming grin that usually had all the girls swooning, nevermind the fact he was gay as fuck.
"And you didn't tell me?" Pandora was seething, because what the actual fuck was Reg thinking, keeping information like this from her.
"I only just realised, and besides," Regulus was lounging on the table again, trying to flick a peice of fluff off one of the notebooks, but of course he failed, ultimately giving up with a petulant huff.
"Wouldn't you rather use some spells and charms instead of resorting to The killing curse?" Regulus said, looking at Pandora with a pitying expression, one Narcissa had worn when she first saw him at a meeting, the one that Andromeda had given her when Narcissa refused to leave the Black name behind.
Pandora sighed, slumping back in the chair, biting her bottom lip slightly in thought.
"You're right," Pandora sighed, the blonde woman looked at the ghost lying across the table, a small, comforting smile had graced his lips.
He's right...
Pandora sighed as she heard the doorbell go, making Regulus jump so hard he popped over to the other sighed of the room.
The woman chuckled, making her way over to the front door, she picked up the bowl of sweets Xeno had put out, making sure she knew exactly what to do if any "trick or treaters" came over.
"He does take it very seriously," Pandora whispered to herself, shaking her head at the reminder written on a pink post it note.
"Give the trick or treaters one sweet each Pans, maybe two, it is Halloween after all! - Xeno"
"I don't understand this whole muggle tradition, " Regulus murmured as he passed by the blonde woman, Pandora rolled her eyes at his statement as she opened the door.
"It's only the 31st of October..."
Peter
Oh.
Oh.
The windows of the small house in Godrics Hollow were all broken and caved in, much like the front door.
The red window shutters were half off their hinges, some peices of wood were ontop of the flowerbeds, the lilies and petunias crushed under the weight.
The green flashes were blinding as Peter heard a thump from the inside of the home, he heard a small yelp as the body hit the floor.
Lily...
And a shriek, one so loud it reminded him of the full moon, but instead of the sounds of bones cracking and piercing skin accompanying it, nothing did.
It was silent.
Just silence.
And a baby's cry.
And a bab-
Oh...
It was the cry of Harry.
A baby who's parents considered him their child's uncle...
Their child's uncl-
Oh...
By the time Peter had stepped into the house The dark lord had left, leaving in his wake the remnants of a broken home, broken lives, his broken morals...
This wasn't how it was supposed to go, life, he meant, this wasn't how it was going to go, but he had to go screw it all up...
Peter felt like crying, he felt like sobbing and throwing up as he reminisced his old memories, of them as kids, of The Marauders, of Marlene, the woman he showed no mercy in killing, the sister he showed no mercy in killing...
But he also felt like laughing, laughing until his face hurt and he was bent over in a cackling fit, because they had it coming, yes?
All of them, they all had it fucking coming, it was their fault they didn't join the right side, it was their fault they didn't listen to him when he warned them, it was their fault they pushed him aside when he voiced his concerns about Dumbledore.
Really, it's all Dumbledores fault...
Or maybe it was his, and he was just pining the blame on somone else...
A wave of laughter bubbled up his throat as he stood in the trashed hallway, the crying hadn't stopped but the...
"What the fuck," Peter whispered under his breath as he heard the sound of glass cracking under feet.
Sirius maybe? Peter thought to himself as he silently crept back the way he came, a black cloak was flowing up the stairs, barely billowing past the still form of James Potter slumped against the wall.
Oh Pron- James...
"James" Peter muttered, his arm extended towards James' pale face, his glasses were cracked, ascew on the floor.
"Oh," whispered a voice, one that wasn't Peters.
The shorter man's head whipped over to the door, the voice belonged to Sirius Black...
His hair was all over the place and his leather jacket was placed awkwardly on him, his eyes doubled in size as he stumbled closer to the first step.
Peters arm stayed stiff in place as Sirius fell to his knees beside his best friend, his brother, no longer Peters brother, Sirius' brother, James hadn't been Peters brother since he joined the deatheaters...
No, scrap that, he hadn't been James' brother since the first day him and Sirius had met on the Hogwarts express to that damned school...
"What happened? " Sirius whispered under his breath, he wasn't sure if the other man heard, but the figure who had walked up the stairs had started sobbing, faintly, but it didn't take away from the fact Peter then felt a guilt started festering in his gut...
Then felt?
"Fuck off," Peter muttered softly to the voice in his head...
"What happened?" Sirius managed to mumble, his voice cracking as his finger lightly traced James' face.
"I did..." Peter muttered under his breath, he didn't fully intend on Sirius hearing, he had been hopeful one of them would find out about him being with the Deatheaters, but not like this... Plus he would have thought Remus would be the first to realise, not Pads.
"You did what?" Sirius asked, his voice dangerously low.
Peter didn't dare say a word as his arm finally fell back to his side, his head hung low.
"You...YOU WERE THE TRAITOR, " Sirius hissed, he obviously didn't care for the person still gasping and sobbing upstairs.
Again, he didn't dare even speak, let alone breathe...
"I can't fucking believe this," Sirius muttered as his eyes landed back on James.
"You rat Peter,"
Yeah, yeah I am.
"I hate you, "
I know.
"I fucking hate you," Sirius raised a quivering hand to his mouth, covering his faint sobs.
Peter was surprised Sirius hadn't pulled his wand on him yet, wasn't seconds away from killing him, maybe even a crucio or two.
Gruff voices started muttering outside as quick footsteps stormed closer and closer to the house.
Sirius made no attempt to move from his position on the floor, his hand was still covering his mouth as his desperate wails grew louder.
Peter grimaced slightly as he grabbed a sharp peice of glass and-
"SHIT,SHIT,SHIT,SHIT." The finger fell onto the floor beneath the two men, Sirius made no attempt to move at the sound of rushing blood.
Perfect. Peter thought grimly as he morphed into a rat, just in time, might he add, because several aurors made their way into the home.
This was when Peter scurried away, he didn't want to watch it all play out, anyway, it was better he got away before anyone suspected anything.
The last he heard from the house was...
"Sirius Black, you are being arrested for the murders of James and Lily Potter, and of being a suspected Deatheater, time, 11:30 and day October 31st 1981..."
Sirius
His muggle motorcycle rumbled down the road as he raced down to Prongs and Lils house.
He was going to take Harry trick or treating while James and Lily had a little date night just the two of them.
Sirius grinned to himself at the thought of being the cool, rich uncle Harry deserved.
"He's going to be spoiled rotten," Sirius laughed, granted he was Harry's only cool, rich uncle, but soon Remus would be too, he just had to buy the rin-
Sirius' breath hitched as he switched the bike off, removing his helmet in the process... The Potters home was enveloped in a thick sense of dread, and Sirius could tell why when he noticed the broken home, the shards of glass on the front lawn, the broken door, the crushed flowers, the crushed family.
"No, no, no, no, no, nononononnononononononono." The raven haired man cried as he ran towards the house, it was starting to rain, but he couldn't care, his hair was whipping around in every direction, but he couldn't care, his only constant and remaining thought was that of James, James, James, James, JamesJamesJamesJamesJamesJames.
"Oh..." He gasped.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Peter, but he couldn't be bothered to even talk to him, he could only fall to his knees infront of his brother, crumbling into a heap of despair and memories of future broken plans.
"What happened?" Sirius mumbled, it was as if he was detached from his body, like he was under the imperius, because Merlin could he not feel anything...
He would have been my best man...
"What happened, " He heard himself ask a second time, he faintly noticed the other man's outstretched arm as his own hovered over James' face, finger lightly dancing over his cold, cold, usually tanned, pale skin...
And then he was back, because Peter had just said the most, outlandish and mental thing "I did." What the fuck was I did meant to mean anyw-...
And then it hit him, bloody hell, it fucking hit him...
Sirius couldn't believe it, he was half sure his ears were playing tricks, or had completely betrayed him, because Peter didn't mean, no, he couldn't mea-
But yes, yeah it all made so much fucking sense, the constant no's to hanging out, this mysterious girlfriend none of them had met yet, always bailing out on plans and, and, Godric Sirius wanted to throw up.
"You did what?"
Silence...
"You...YOU WERE THE TRAITOR." His mind couldn't compute, his body was taking control, all his heart wanted to do was curl up next to James and cry, his head wanted to get the fuck out of there, take Harry and run, but his body, it wanted revenge.
Silence...
"I can't fucking believe this." Again, that detached feeling, he felt like a spirit hovering over the scene, crying his eyes out because how the fuck was he supposed to continue on without the sun.
Silence...
"You rat Peter."
Silence...
"I hate you,"
Silence...
"I fucking hate you,"
Silence...
SAY SOMETHING YOU PRAT. He wanted to scream, he wanted to kill the bastard, he could finally think more clearly, but his body made no time to move.
And then he was back, but Pet- the traitor was gone, and the aurors were here...
"Sirius Black,"
His arms were being pulled back.
"You are being arrested for the murders of James and Lily Potter,"
He was shaking his head.
"And of being a suspected Deatheater"
And then he spoke.
"No, no, " Sirius gasped, trying to pull his arms from the aurors grip.
"Time, 11:30,"
"No, nooo," The man cried, finally able to let his arms free, he clung onto the body of his best mate as if it were a life line, hands fumbling for his glasses...
"He needs his glasses,"
"Day..."
"He can't see without his glasses," Sirius sobbed as his arms were binded together behind his back and he was hauled away from James' still form.
"No," The man cried, his wails could probably be heard from his and Moonys apartme- Moony...
"October 31st 1981..."
Mary
Mary brushed her flour covered hands on the patterned apron, the woman sighed as she looked at the mess surrounding her.
"Merlin,"
There was cake mix all up the walls and on the counter, some splatters had also managed to land on the floor.
Mary smiled softly, it brought back memories from a few years back, when they were all young and nieve with no cares in the world...
The sun was setting, creating a golden yellow and vibrant pinks and oranges to flood into the small kitchen.
Dancing Queen by ABBA was booming full volume as the three girls twirled and danced around.
Marlene grabbed a handful of the flour off the counter, raising it above her head as her sleeves fell down to her elbowes.
"Stay back," The blonde warned, breathless as the other two girls giggled.
Lily slowly kept around, causing Marlene to back up slowly.
"LILY JUST SURRENDER," Mary shouted, hopping up onto the counter space, getting away from the 'battle ground'.
"NEVER." Lily screeched back as she grabbed the open bag of flour and chucked it at the other girl.
Marlene screamed as the flour landed all over her, Mary could see it in her eyes, she wanted revenge...
Lily screeched as she ran around the kitchen island, Marlene following closely behind, grabbing desperate handfuls of flour as she threw them at the gingers back.
"DANCING QUEENNN," Mary started singing as she watched her best friends throw baking ingredients at eachother.
"YOUNG AND SWEET," Lily joined, gasping for breath as she stopped running, raising her hand up in surrender, she had a white cloth clutched in her fist as her face flushed a faded crimson.
"ONLY SEVENTEENNNN!" Marlene chuckled, jumping up onto the flour caked island.
"DOO, DOO, DOO, DOO, DOO, DOO." The three girls finished singing, giggling in the high of the moment.
Mary felt adrenaline coursing through her veins at the sight of her two friends, they were on top of the world, and no one, not even 'the dark lord' could tear them down
Look how that turned out, Marlene dead and Lily in hiding...Mary thought to herself bitterly, snorting at the irony of it all.
Life wasn't supposed to be like this, it shouldn't be like this, it's not fucking fair...
The woman huffed at the sight of the kitchen, this time she didn't have two extra hands to help clean it all up, so, instead of doing the logical thing and moping it up she hopped past the puddles of mixture splattered across the floor and left the kitchen, closing the door behind her.
Felicity can clean it up later... Mary thought to herself, her roommate was staying with her boyfriend for the week and Mary had been left to do all the laundry, Felicity can sacrifice five hours out of her day to clean up a bit...
Mary pranced around the living room, humming the tune of Dancing Queen to herself, the television Felicity had insisted of buying was on full blast, and for the first time in a while was Mary glad she knew how to cast silencing charms, or that she was a witch at all...
The brunette, picked up the water bottle on the coffee table, intending to go upstairs with it, but when she looked up the news was...on...
There was a news presenter infront of Godrics Hollow, and it was strange because you couldn't see much, other than the bodies of James and Lily Potter, of course...
Oh fuck.
Mary immediately dropped the water bottle, it made a clanging sound and Mary could hear the water sloshing inside of it as it plummeted down.
Her hand covered her mouth in shock, she placed her other hand on her side, her white woolen jumper fell off her shoulder as she rolled them back.
"They're dead," The woman whispered into her hand, tears started piercing her eyes, making them sting a little.
"They're dead."
A static noise started ringing in her ears, growing louder as she tried to focus on the woman talking.
"Not sure who else was killed but this finger was foun-..."
"Peter?" Mary whispered, her hand was reaching for the screen as she moved over to sit infront of the Television.
"That finger, Petes ring..." Mary mumbled out as the static grew louder...
"Main suspect, a man named Sirius Blac-..."
Mary scoffed, standing up, now this was all utter bullshit, because there was no fucking way Sirius would do anything to harm James or Lily...Right? Right?...
The woman choked on her sobs as the screen went blurry and the tears started falling, the ringing in her ears were growing unbearable and she just wanted it all to stop.
She wanted to forget, she wanted to, to, to...
"Remus..."
What with the dialing of the phone and the insisted buzzing in her ears Mary could not hear jack shit, but she had to force herself to do this, it was only right Remus found out from her and not through the grape vine, they were the last two standing after all....
The phone was finally picked up and Remus' voice sounded through it, he sounded unusually up-beat, and Mary couldn't bear to be the one to get rid of that, but she had to, I have to, she reminded herself.
The woman let out a sniffle, struggling to find the words, because what do you say to your friend when his best mates were killed by his other 'best mate'...
"Remus, some-" Mary sighed, leaning against the wall, willing herself not to cry, begging to some upper power that she wouldn't, because she couldn't, not when she had to be strong for Remus.
"Something awful has happened..."
And then she blacked out, she didn't know what she had said after that, her mind went blank and she was practically deaf, because it felt as if nothing was getting through, and she must have been mute because it felt as if nothing was coming out, and again, she was waiting for it all to stop.
And when she was back her eyes were red raw and her skin was blotchy, when she was alive again Remus must have already left the phone, because she couldn't hear anything emitting through the device, no, the only sound, in the whole apartment, to her it seemed the entire world, was the bored yet pitying voice of the news presenter.
"-we send our condolences for any family of the victims, and hope you are all doing well, it's Clarissa Decker signing off on..." The woman stopped talking, the sirens behind her were growing louder as Mary waited for the date, the date they all died...
"October 31st, 1981..."
Remus
He had a dopey grin plastered on his face, the first in a long time to be perfectly honest, but there was a reason, one that Remus knew was going to make sure he wore the grin more days than not...
"Right, so," He mumbled to himself, placing his hands on his hips as he looked around the predominantly red apartment in thought.
"Prongs and Lily's gonna get here in a few minutes, Pads is gonna come back with Haz, " Remus cut himself off as he reenacted what was going to happen in less than a couple hours, Remus paused, his head start whiring with all sorts of possibilities.
Shit, only a couple hours, what if he decides he doesn't want to get married, what if hes been lying about everything, about our relationship...
Remus tried to shake the persistent thoughts away as he continued his little daydream, though they were still there, calling out to him, daring him to indulge in the fleeting thoughts of leaving before Sirius can...
"I'm gonna be here on my knees and then the questionnn, he'll say yesss..." Remus stopped abruptly, his arms were splayed out infront of him, a bright smile plastered on his face, even though the urges to wipe it from his scarred skin and call this whole affair off were fighting for pride of place in the front of his mind.
"Hang on, will he say yes?" The man questioned, his arms dropped, dangling by his sides and his knee was starting to ache, fuck my joints, Remus thought to himself as he stood up slowly.
He may be twenty-one but it was like he had the bones of an eighty year old man.
Remus stretched his legs infront of him before arching his back and letting out a yawn, he'd been up all night planning this all out with James, who, it seemed was more excited for it all then he was.
"Oh Moonyyy," The overexcited man jumping on the velvet red sofa squealed, knocking his golden framed glasses askew as he bounced.
"Prongsss," Remus copied, he was smirking up at James, who was still freaking out over Remus' announcement.
"Moonyyy," James said again, hopping off the sofa mid jump and lunged towards the taller man, enveloping him in one of those famous James hugs, the one that felt like a warm blanket wrapping around you, the one that could warm the coldest person in the coldest place, the one that felt like the sun.
"Mate, this is amazing," James said, his voice muffled by Remus' chest.
"Yeah, we're really happy for you two." Lily said, smiling warmly at the sight of the two men hugging for dear life.
"Thanks Lils, " Remus said, managing to finally unlatch James from his torso.
"Moons, just so you know," James started saying, he sounded very serious and his expression matched, a dark bushy eyebrows was raised and he was no longer wearing his iconic happy-go lucky grin.
"I will be making a speech and I will also sing,"
Lily snorted at her husbands antics, her eyes locking with Remus' own.
"Sure Prongs." Remus chuckled, slapping a hand on the other mans shoulder.
"I am proud of you y'know, you went from a boisterous first year always looking for a fight to this," James gestured at Remus and then around the room.
"You Pads and Wormy are like brothers to me, I love you all of you."
Remus refused to cry at James' words but it was very difficult when he looked back at the past ten to eleven years, because he was right...
"Same here," Remus manages to say, flinging an arm around James.
"And sameee here!" Lily cheered, bringing in three wine glasses full of red wine.
She passed two of them carefully to the two men, who raised them into the air.
"To new beginnings,"
"New beginnings!" James and Lily copied, the three took a big gulp in unison.
"New beginnings," Remus whispered to himself, taking smaller sips to hide his lovesick grin.
Remus glanced up at the muggle clock on the wall, 11:25, he had time...
The man busied himself around the apartment, cleaning up some bits, putting them back down restlessly, rearranging some flowers, then staring at them for what felt like hours before he finally decided to leave it.
To say Remus was nervous was an understatement, he was petrified, but he also had no doubts in his mind that Sirius would say anything but yes.
11:47, James and Lily should have got here 10 minutes ago... Remus thought to himself, he was now standing infront of the door, his fingers drumming on his legs as he waited for the door to open with James and Lily bustling in.
And then the phone rang...
"Hello?"
A sniffle sounded from the other side of the phone, and Remus was about to put it down, because it certainly wasn't the time to entertain muggle teenagers, but something in him, it just, wouldn't let him...
"Remus, some-"
The voice paused, for a second, but Remus knew who it was, and before he could ask Mary what was wrong, she started up again...
"Something awful has happened..."
"Mary? What are you talking about?" The air in the apartment went cold.
"Lily, Peter and James are gone." The woman choked out, she desolved into a heap of sobs, or it more so sounded like it as she violently wailed into the phones speaker.
"Mary, what do you mean they're gone." Fuck the air going cold, it stilled, just like Remus' heart had...
"Sirius he, he- Merlinnn." Mary cried, her voice droning off as she probably left the phone hanging, and Remus too it seemed, because when he spoke into the device he got no return.
"Mary, what," He was starting to get frantic.
"What do you mean, he-" And that was when his world shattered, his view on everything meaningful, like the good times they all shared was shattered.
Sirius was shattered...
He scrubbed the hand that didn't have a deathly grip on the plastic phone across his face as he leaned numbly against the wall, it was probably the only thing keeping him upright at this point...
He should have know, after the prank, he should have known Sirius was just as Black as his family,but he didn't, and that was their downfall, wasn't it?
"Wasn't it? "
Remus dropped the phone, his hand trembling around the muggle device, the other was curled into a tight fist, one most likely meant for Sirius, the distant sound of walking in the alleys outside was starting to grow louder, but he couldn't hear, he was in a soundless bubble, he couldn't see, his vision was blurring, black dots shielding his vision, he couldn't feel, he couldn't feel...
James, Peter and Lily are dead.
His boyfriend, most likely in azkaban.
"October 31st," Remus whispered to himself, slowly sinking to the floor, tucking his knees under his chin.
"1981,"