1981
It’s the night before Lily and James go into hiding. Sirius and Remus hadn’t spoken more than a few words all week. But they decide to put their differences aside and have a last drink with their friends before they disappear for a few months. Remus watches as the three talk, much too tired to talk much himself, but still enjoying the moment. Lily seems to have forgotten the no wands rule. But Remus doesn’t mind. It’s not like the idiots will pull something anyway. Remus cursed himself for jinxing it when Sirius turned to James.
“For old times sake?”
“Of course”
Lily and Remus chorused in protest but it was in vain. Two lights shot up towards the sky. The sad party dissolved into giggles, the tension of the war rippling off their backs at such a juvenile repeated stunt. Such fruitless effort made in the name of improving quality of life for one werewolf. The rest of the night flowed easily, and they retired early as Harry had to go to bed.
The next morning Remus awoke to an owl. Attached was a news clipping from a local muggle newspaper. The headline read ‘METEOR 1-7 SATELLITE RENDERED MALFUNCTIONING BY ELECTRICAL STORM- RIGHT PANEL DAMAGED’. Written on the side of the column was a note:
“Well,
that’s the end of that
tradition
:(
~the Potters”
Remus laughed in spite of the situation and left the note on the counter for Sirius to read when he got up. Remus donned his cloak, downed his coffee, and set off to the werewolf den. It was much easier than last time as he knew his friends would always have his back. No matter what the war brought their way next. They’d blow up the moon for him. Remus whispered to himself ‘bombarda maxima’