Remus Lupin was dying. He'd taken a set of conjured silver darts to the hindquarters, and the damage had been enough to force him back into human form, despite the great silvery orb of the full moon hanging overhead. It didn't hurt anymore, he was too far gone for that, which relieved him. So did the thought that he'd be rejoined with his Marauder friends, once more, but he regretted... Well his life was full of regrets.

Remus regretted going out that full moon to look for his puppy, when he was six, so that Greyback had found him. He regretted lying for two years to his roommates at Hogwarts about his Lycanthropy. He regretted believing that Sirius was the traitor, and not going to visit him in Azkaban. He regretted that it hadn't been him to kill Wormtail. He regretted that he hadn't been able to help Angharad, better known as Harry, any more on her hunt for Horcruxes. But mostly, he regretted that he was dying. Regretted it, because he was leaving his Harry behind, when everyone else already had.

He'd never regretted the full moon, almost exactly six years ago, that a filthy, bruised, starving Harry had somehow Apparated herself through his wards, scared, furious, and with the blood of Fenrir Greyback under her fingernails, from where she'd scratched the vicious werewolf. The pet attack-wolf of Voldemort, had snatched her up off the streets of London, were the Dursleys had abandoned her, after a display of accidental magic. He'd never realized that he'd grabbed 'The-Girl-Who-Lived' to be his 'toy', or even that she was a witch, until she'd vanished. When Harry had appeared, Remus had been so shocked, that in his mostly-starved condition, that he'd fainted. He'd barely woken up, when he'd lost himself to the transformation, fully expecting to wake up the the savagely mauled body of his Harry. Instead, when the wolf retreated at moon-set, he'd had just a moment to realize he was curled around the small girl, who was petting his fur, before he became human again.

After that, he'd raised his Harry, and the long-buried marauder in him had delighted when she,infuriated by the team of Ministry Officials who objected to 'the-girl-who-lived' being raised by a werwolf, turned said officials into their inner animals. It was fitting that Dolores Umbridge had become a rare Lick-spittle Toad. By time Harry had entered Hogwarts, the frighteningly intelligent girl had figured out the fact that Animagus' were safe from werewolves, and had developed the ability to turn into a 300lb dire-wolf before she was eleven and a half. Her adventures at Hogwarts had nearly given him heart failure, more than once, as had the fact that when she turned thirteen, Mooney had begun considering her a possible mate. However, with no indication of reciprocal interest, it was easy to keep his wolf quiet, most of the time.

Now, however, his Harry was going to be alone. He'd seen the bodies of Ron, Hermione, the Weasley twins, Severus... He knew that she'd blame herself for every death, his girl was tough, but this might be enough to break her... The sound of combat made him turn his head weakly to the right. The flashes of light illuminated the bald, sweaty pate of Kingsley, who towered over the slight for of Harry, as the retreated, slowly, in this direction. They were doing well... NO! A stunner had clipped Harry, not enough to put her down, but enough that she couldn't react fast enough to avoid the green bolt of death coming for her- A tall form lunged in the way, then crumpled.

The scream that tore from the girl's throat was so full of heartbreak, pain, and rage, that for a second, the scene froze. She started to glow gold and green, magic swirling about her. Even twenty yards away, and dying, in the sudden, unnatural silence, Remus could hear the mutter of Alecto Carrow.

"Oh...shit..."

"Eruo!" Harry snarled. Obliterate. The bolt of blue-white hit the ground in the center of the ten or fifteen Death Eaters, and the area for twenty feet around just...vanished, in a massive explosion. By the time his ears were done ringing, Remus's head was cradled in Harry's lap, her tears dripping on his face, as she shook. He had to get her to safety.

"Harry...Potter... Manor...go..."

"There are Apparation wards up. They got all the Weasleys, and Mad-eye. There's none of the Order left- Dumbledore used up all of his magic driving Tom away, and his heart burst under the strain." She said, hands clutching at him desperately.

"Don't die on me, Remus. I can't do it without my Mooney!" He shook his head sadly, as he used numb hands to pull the first object he could grab, out of his pocket.

"Sorry...love...dying...portus." he couldn't see what was on the chain, with his fogging eyes, but before he could hand it to her he heard the drumming of running wolf-paws. "Wolf!" He gasped, and Harry's duck made the huge silver-spined black wolf sail over her head.

"Saggitus Argentus!" It was the same spell, but far fiercer, than what had brought Remus to this state. With a spray of blood, the shredded meat, already turning back to human, that had once been his nemesis, Fenrir Greyback, landed half on Harry. She banished it into Bellatrix Lestrange as she grabbed the portkey, and vanished in a blue glow, right as a, Avada Kedavra and a Crucio hit her. The last thing that the thirty-seven year old werewolf saw was Bellatrix being pulverized by the Whomping Willow.