The Last Day

The Last Day

Remus Lupin stood at the corner of Maple and Rouge on a cold March night. It was 3 a.m. and raining. Appropriate, he thought; a dark and spooky night for a dark creature.

His thoughts drifted to the night, years ago when Dumbledore had asked him to become the new Defense against the Dark Arts Professor. He had laughed. “Me, teach Defense. Damn it; I‘m your fucking subject material!” Eventually, Dumbledore had won him over though.

The muggle bus pulled up. “Where to Sir?” asked the balding man in the driver's seat. He saw a flash of light and then a shadow lurching across the street. “Never mind,“ Remus said. He walked slowly over to the source of the light. The shadow dashed away from him. Probably just a graffiti artist he thought. Yeah, just a small time criminal. A little voice inside his head said "But maybe not...” and he pressed forward. The shadow dashed under a streetlight. It was hooded, but with a loose hood, as the breeze that pulled it of his head showed.

It was Pettigrew. Remus’ eyes instantly changed from their normal deep shade of blue to a fiery red, emboldened with passion. How dare he! Remus called out to him; “Peter!” Peter turned around then froze with shock. Remus then quickly shouted “Expelliarmus!” and Peter was wandless.

Remus spoke. “It's been many years; many things have happened since we were boys. I cannot forgive you what has happened. That should not come as a shock. So many years that have brought so many changes. In the old days I was afraid of darkness; the darkness within myself; so afraid I did not see the darkness in front of me. Because of you, Lily is dead. My precious Lily; she was always James’ but at the same time equally mine. She understood me. She used to comfort me, tell me that I wasn’t evil and couldn’t harm a soul, that I was just different. James is gone too, because of you. Many a night we spent in the common room, just James, Sirius and me. Now that is gone too. Harry has been deprived of his parents, the most wonderful caring people in the world because of you. And of course, there was Sirius. Care free Sirius. He spent over a decade in a living hell because of you. Even now he is not truly free. He has to fear both light and Dark wizards now. Even if he were cleared, he still would never be the Sirius of our childhood again. But yet, there is but one thing that stands above all else I cannot forgive for. When Harry not only saved your life, but gave you a chance to redeem yourself; you fled, to rejoin your master and to create yet more pain and suffering.”

Remus softly loaded a silver pistol. "I got this a few years ago, when the world found out I was a werewolf. Some bastard thought it was worth using a muggle myth if it pissed me off. Silver isn’t the only way a werewolf can be killed, but it is the way you will be killed. Goodbye, Peter.” The blast echoed through out the night, but when muggle policemen arrived, Remus was nowhere to be seen. A few days later, after an unsigned owl, Cornelius Fudge took a trip to a muggle morgue, identifying Pettigrew and setting Sirius free.