Disclaimer: I do not own it. Quotes taken from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

In the distance I can see Hagrid's hut. Hagrid…

He was like an Uncle to me growing up, no, more like a big loving grandfather.

I have known Hagrid for as long as I can remember. The memories of spending Friday afternoons at Hogwarts drinking tea and eating, as Harry called them, the inedible delicacies bring a smile to my impassive face as I walk to the edge of the forbidden forest.

Hagrid had mentioned many times how much I reminded him of Harry. I was like him in every way. Brave. Stubborn. Loyal. A Gryffindor. That talented kid. That amazing wizard-yet with this whole other me I kept hidden inside.

"Most people don't see it," Hagrid had laughed once, "But ye can't hide another Potter from meh!"

I had laughed it off then. I had felt proud then.

Then. Not now. Not later. He had called me a Potter.
I wasn't a bloody Potter! I was a Black! I was, am, a Lupin!

Harry is my godfather. That's it. I may love him like a father, but they keep making me forget! I don't want to forget them! My REAL parents! I want to be Remus Lupin's son. I want them to compare me to him! My father! But all they see in me of dad's is my looks. It bugs me death but I have learned to shrug it off. I know that I will never let their memory fade and that is all that matters.

That's why I'm here. I want to put their memory to peace at last. An adventure, that's what Dad would call it.

And then my imagination takes over…

Mom and Aunt Lily would jump in saying this was most definitely not an adventure, but a form of mourning and grief.

Padfoot would stand in the doorway casually, leaning against the frame, and mumble some witty comment claiming that "the wives" had softened the manly marauder atmosphere. Mom would smack her cousin across the head, at the same time yelling something about her cousin being a lonely old wifeless bat for the rest of eternity and forever.

A true insult! Dad would snicker in the corner as he saw his wife beat his old friend with a towel rag.

Sirius, truly offended, would go pout in a little corner until James, feeling pity for his old friend would come over and give Sirius a good scratch behind the ears. Sirius would eventually come out of his "phase", but of course would retaliate by giving Mum the silent treatment. Mom, being the stubborn woman that she was would give Sirius her own treatment of silence. They would go on and on and on until James would grow so exasperated that he'd stick them both in the basement until they came to an agreement.

They would be in there for a while. Stubbornness must run in the family.

I smile at the memories that never had a chance to exist.

I'm at the edge of the forest now. It's cold. Too cold. Dementors. Bloody dementors!

A shiver runs down my spine and I instinctively pull the cloak tighter around my body. All happiness sucked out of the moment.

Harry is silhouetted against the darkness ahead. I move closer to my seventeen year old godfather. He is pale. His eyes are lifeless, as if all hope is gone. He stares at the dementors and I can tell he feels too weak to fight them but realizes the desperate need to push forward. Suddenly there is a spark in his eyes. Before I realize what is happening there is small hint of gold in Harry's hand.

A snitch. A Golden snitch.
Harry fingers it. I want time to speed up, while I know he is begging for it to slow down. Trembling, Harry raises the golden orb to his lips and whispers the words that make my blood turn to ice.

"I am about to die."

The grounds are empty and the sound of the snitch breaking open pierces the night. I reach into my cloak for my wand on instinct, but the words "Lumos" have already escaped Harry's lips.

Between the two halves of the broken snitch lay a jagged black stone cracked along a vertical line in the center. On the stone lies a triangle, with a small circle within it.

A look of realization dawns upon Harry's face, but I am completely and utterly lost.

This is one part of the story I have never heard.

My eyes are glued to Harry. He turns the stone in his hand three times. Whatever it is that he is doing makes no sense. I stare waiting for something to happen. Waiting…

And then I hear the whispers.
Is Harry going to be attacked?

But Harry doesn't look panicked. He looks…peaceful?
I follow the path of his eyes, but I see nothing. There's no one-

"Dad?" The question escapes through a whimper.
Remus Lupin strides gracefully towards me, very much alive. He smiles and I feel my heart tighten as he approaches me. He is smiling. He looks so young. He's not dead...

I want to run toward him, I want him to hug me. I want to cry, but I stiffen and try to make sense of reality.

My father's eyes are not on me, but on Harry.

"Does it hurt?" Harry whispers.

I hear the voices again, but I see no one except Dad.

Dad.

My Dad.

"And he will want it to be quick. He wants it over." The voices die down and I hear Dad clearly. His voice sounds so much like mine. I search his eyes. Does he even see me? Of course he doesn't…

"I didn't want you to die. Any of you. I'm sorry…right after you'd had your son," My head snaps towards Harry, "Remus, I'm sorry…"

I walk towards my father. I stare right into his eyes, silently pleading for something, anything, that will help me. And then he slowly opens his mouth, pondering on what he should say next, like I do at times. Is he going to speak to me? I want to grab him and shake him and hate him for leaving me alone in the world, but I can't. I love him too much.

And then Dad looks straight past me to the eye's his best friend's son, unaware that his own son stands inches from him.

"I am sorry too, sorry I will never know him…but he will know why I died and I hope he will understand. I was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life."

His words, his reason to leave me, everything, seeing him, it's all too much...

I collapse onto the floor. I stare up at my father, but he is fading. I reach out to him, I want to hold onto him, but he's glowing now. He's leaving again. I'm crying. I'm begging. I need him. I'm sobbing. He's fading.

"Daddy," I whisper. And then blackness.

A/N: Thanks for all the amazing reviews! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter.

Any suggestions for the story? Where it should go? On another note-Breaking Dawn is almost here!