Alone in his apartment he looked at the wooden box of letters under the bucket of dirty water dripping from the skylight.Between the fall of Voldemort and Sirius' return,Remus loss and strength in these descriptive short chapters and flashbacks.Enjoy!

Without realizing it perhaps, she had scanned each of the black haired heads there. She wasn’t looking for him, she told herself. And she was good at lying.

But I was crying suddenly, and if I could have seen Peter I would have killed him. I would have watched that vermin of a man shrink and crumble under my wand; watched him curl to the ground, struggle for breath; die. I wanted nothing more.

It was such a sad way to make love to someone. Each kiss a tragedy all on its own. His skin on mine a silent sorrow.

A mittened hand brushed away the snow from a small section of the stone railing. Two bare feet stood up onto it and ten toes, scarlet from the cold, curled around the edge of the icy granite. Lily looked down.

I cannot remember it perfectly, the exact moment I fell completely and miserably in love with Lily. Maybe it was not one moment. Maybe I'd been in love with her my whole life and too blind to see it. I was a fairly blind bastard then. As a matter of fact,