I don't own HP

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Everybody burns with some kind of fire.

James Potter was the spark. He lit up with a vibrant light, bright and unique, but while burning the brightest, also burned for the shortest time.

Sirius Black was the firework. He graced the world with his presence in a pattern that nobody could quite figure out, coming in and going out with a bang.

Peter Pettigrew was the ember. He did not burn quite as brightly as his companions, yet he lay in wait, stubbornly holding on to whatever light he had left, even as he grew increasingly darker.

Remus Lupin was the flame. He burned steadily, shining out at times, fading in to the back ground at others, and flickering between warm and friendly, and something far more sinister.

But the sad truth is, no fire can burn forever….

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