Thursday 29th May 1975
The exam period seemed to fly by, that year. Remus really felt as though he'd got into the swing of things for the first time, and - though he didn't like to rest on his laurels - was relatively certain he had achieved decent marks all round. Even Potions had been less stressful than usual, thanks to Lily's careful guidance and patient coaching throughout the year.
In fact, by the third week of May, Remus found himself at something of a loose end. He had completed all of his tests, but none of his friends had - between Muggle Studies and Divination, the marauders and the girls were still cloistered away studying or in the exam hall. But he was far from lonely. Remus spent his free time taking leisurely walks in the grounds, reading whatever and whenever he felt like, and putting the finishing touches to his greatest accomplishment; the marauder's map.
It had been almost four full years in the making, but Remus's original rudimentary map of Hogwarts had expanded and developed until it presented a comprehensive view of the entire castle - secret entrances, tunnels and hidden chambers included. With the marauder's help, it now moved and shifted in time with the rhythm of the building itself, located and identified every being present in the castle, and it worked beautifully. Remus had never been more proud of anything in his life - indeed, he had never created anything worth being proud of.
It still needed some kind of locking spell - at present he was able to have the ink disappear and reappear with a quick disillusionment charm, but this was not enough, not if it was to leave their dorm room. That would be something to research over the summer; he had already spoken to Madam Pince about borrowing a few books, with the understanding that he would reimburse her in full for any damage, should it occur.
Remus was looking forward to the summer perhaps even less than usual. Now that he was fully aware of the political climate in the wizarding world, he found the thought of stepping outside of it for two months very disconcerting. Who knew what could happen in the meantime - say nothing of the danger his friends might find themselves in. For the first summer since 1972, the marauders would be completely separated. Sirius had been forbidden from seeing the Potters, Remus would be at St Edmund's as usual 'for his own safety' and the Pettigrews were going to America to visit Philomena - Peter suspected to try and bring her home.
Sirius's situation was the most concerning. James had tried everything; even writing to Dumbledore, but no one was willing or able to override the Black family's wishes. Even Sirius had resigned himself somewhat to his fate.
"I'll have Reg," he sighed, heavily, "Maybe if he's not surrounded by Slytherins all the time he'll listen to a bit of reason - he's old enough, now."
Remus had promised to write; every day if Sirius wanted him to. Even Mary had offered to try and visit, as she lived in London too. Of course, she was muggleborn and it was entirely out of the question.
James actually had an escape plan ready to enact the moment Sirius gave the word - it involved a complex chain of communication, his broom, and breaking at least ten wizarding laws, but they were all ready to do it. Even Peter, who had forgiven Sirius his outburst in April and been forgiven in turn.
Remus had thought about how to spend his own summer, and had already decided he would not be repeating the events of last year. Not that he would turn down the chance to 'earn' a bit of cash if it came his way - his plans to hunt down Greyback had not altered, and would still need financing - but he also needed to stay focussed. Staying out all night drinking and fighting was not productive, nor did it solve any of his problems. He also knew that he needed to keep a low profile for as long as possible, and getting himself arrested for petty crime was not a clever move.
