From Now to Eternity

I looked around my office and gave a little sigh. Or as close to a sigh as a wolf can get. I was depressed. It wasn't that I wasn't happy about being able to keep my mind when I transformed, no, it wasn't that. It was just that I missed the old days. I missed the shrieking shack. I missed seeing the night sky above me, speckled with distant stars. I missed the tunnel that went under the whomping willow. But most of all I missed them. The way they befriended me immediately and didn't care that I was what I was when they found out. The way they made my curse and burden seem more like a blessing and a gift. The way I had looked forward to the full moon like never before. We were, without a doubt, the greatest bunch of troublemakers the teachers, and students, had ever seen, and were ever likely to see. The Marauders, we called ourselves. We were inspirable. The glimmer of a smile played around my wolfish lips. The memories of the old days never failed to make me smile, although it also hurt me deeply. I could hardly bear to think of my friend, and…how he died. It was almost too much for me to see his son every day. He looked exactly like his father, except for his eyes. He had his mother's eyes. I was thankful for that. I don't think I could bear to look into my dead friends eyes, day after day. The shock of the great likeness almost gave me a heart attack on the train ride here. I hadn't told him how much he looked like his father. I'm sure he's heard it enough. My thoughts turned to another friend, and my face hardened. I couldn't believe how wrong we'd been about him. Once we'd gotten to know him in school I had made up a poem about him:

Sirius?

Serious is one thing he's not

And black?

He's lighter than a feather.

In terms of his brain.

Not.

He's a joker

And airhead

Doesn't study

'Cause he doesn't need to

No ones name

Could fit them worse

Then his fits him.

How wrong I'd been. He'd turned out to be darker and blacker then anyone could be. I'd spit on him if I could. But I still miss him. And if I had any idea how it could have been done, I'd say he was innocent. But the evidence is all against him. And I believe the evidence. I miss my friends more then anything in the world. But I know they're never coming back. It seems that for the duration of this life I will be a loner, a wanderer, a dreamer. The reality I once had has now become just another thing to wish for. But still, I thank my friends for the reprieve they gave me, ridding my life of countless years of friendlessness. The memories of all our years will never cease to make me laugh and cry, smile and weep. I don't believe that life is pre-destined. The reason things are the way they are now is because of the choices my friends and I made. I believe that I will always partly blame myself for what happened. From now to eternity.

Disclaimer: 'Kay, 'kay, you know the drill. All implied characters please report to the loading dock *gets strange looks from all readers* …and no, I'm not mentally challenged. Okay, here's the real disclaimer. All implied characters (James, Remus, Sirius, I didn't think Peter was worth mentioning) belong to the great writer and (in my opinion) witch and divinator J.K. ROWLING! Thank you, thank you, thank you very much. JustMe has left the building *attracts more strange looks from any readers who have gotten this far* Er…I'll go now…bye.