prologue
minerva read the headline and dropped her mug, shattering it into a million pieces
REMAINING MARAUDERS BACK FOR ONE LAST CONCERT.
remaining marauders.
she took a deep breath to steady herself, that sentence hitting her with a tidal wave of grief.
but she spared no time in grabbing her keys and racing towards her car. now, she may be 67 years old but do not doubt her driving speed when she has places to be.
after a seventeen minute drive, she put her car in park, grabbing the newspaper in one hand and raced towards the door.
“ REMUS LUPIN AND MARY MACDONALD OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW” she yelled, pounding on the door as loud as she could.
now, minerva mcgonnagal was not one to yell, nor was she a demanding women, but this? this was something to yell over.
the front door opens to reveal a slightly disheveled mary macdonald.
“hi minnie, what can i do for you?” she smirked.
“oh no you don’t my child” minerva started, pushing her way into the house.
“LUPIN GET IN HERE” she shouted.
a couple of seconds passed before one remus lupin came strolling into the room
“enough of the yelling minerva, i just got haz to actually do his homework” he said lazily
the old women looked between the two of them, he face softening when she noticed how drained they looked.
sighing, she holds up the newspaper article she had read, not an hour earlier.
“this” she states, pointing at it. “is it true”
the two young adults eyed each other for a moment
“yeah” remus started,
“we decided it was time” he shrugged,
minerva contemplated that for a second, before speaking up.
“time? kids, you know you don’t owe anyone this. “
mary let out a little chuckle at that,
“we know min, we aren’t doing this for anyone but us.” she sighed
minerva felt dizzy about all of it, shaking her head and pacing the room
“children.”
“we aren’t kids anymore minerva” remus sighed
“but you are MY kids. and i didn’t even- i didn” she broke off
she continued her pacing, her mind wondering off to a kid she once knew, with black hair and a mischievous grin but always seemed to be pacing anywhere he could walk.
“one last concert” she repeats to herself, stopping i her tracks
“how-i what even-?” she stutters out
remus stands from where he was leaning on the kitchen counter, walking over to stand beside his best friend.
“one night,six songs” mary started,
“the concerts three months from today ” remus added sheepishly
“THREE MONTHS?!?” minerva echoed
her kids just nodded.
“what about harry” she reasoned
mary’s face twitched
“he knows.” she answered.
the older women stared at her for a second.
anything with harry had always been a touchy subject. no matter how close anyone was.
“why?”
remus guided her to the couch, looking her in the eyes before speaking once more,
“it’s been six years, and we have grieved every second of it.” he began
“and harry, he grieves them too!!because he can see it in us. he grieves what he could have had. but he looks at us like we are hero’s, no matter what.” he rubs a hand over his face and stands abruptly, gesturing for mary to take over as he leaves the room
“i’m so-“
“it’s ok min, he just needs a minute, but what he’s trying to explain is that no matter how much time passes and how much we heal.” she takes a deep breath
“a part of us will always know they would of wanted us to be more.” mary finishes.
“mary.” minerva says firmly
“what you and remus have done in your lives has been more than enough. you have overcome one of the worst things i can imagine, and you hold yourselves together every day. from the day the accident happend, you took on everything. harry is thriving, and as much as i wish that was from James and lily, you made him the wonderful boy he is. and i know they couldn’t be prouder.”
by the time she had stopped talking they both had tears streaming down their faces.
a door shutting from behind them brought them out of their stupor.
turning around they found remus walking towards them holding a bright red laptop
“we found this a couple years ago while looking for photos of haz.” he clicked on a file that directed them to a list of songs minerva had never seen.
it clicked after a moment
“who wrote these?” she asked, already guessing the answer
“james” mary answered
remus shut the laptop before continuing to speak to minerva
“we figured if james secretly wrote then maybe all did. i know i write stuff for fun.” he announced
“and we all did” he laughed
“there’s songs i don’t think we will ever have the courage to sing for the world because- well i don’t know” he hesitated
“we just want that piece of them for ourselves” mary finished
“but!!” remus started again,
“there are some songs that the world deserves to see, songs that they were going to release one day you know” he said
“i think they would be proud of us, and i think maybe we need this too” mary eyes remus for a second
“okay-“ minerva started
“just be careful ok? don’t push yourselves to be ready if you’re not.” she smiled softly
“we have it all sorted minn, called up old dumbles a couple months ago, venue booked, tickets go on sale next week” mary told her
“where?”
“metlife stadium”
she rose her eyebrows at that
“why there?” she questioned
remus smiled softly before answering,
“we wanted to play under the stars”