Remus didn't cry when he went through all his old pictures of James and Lily for Hagrid to make the scrapbook.
He didn't cry while watching all he had left of his happy past, the only happiness in his life, slip through his fingers.
But he didn't smile and he didn't laugh, because life goes on, right? At least, that's what he was taught, oh you're a werewolf now, get on with it, oh look, you have friends, be careful you don't kill them, oh no, a war, oh well, get on with it.
You're best friends are dead? Sirius in prison? Everyone you love is gone so you might as well get on with it.
Remus stared blankly at the smiling faces staring back at him because he knew that if he showed any kind of emotion he would have to admit to living, rather than simply surviving, because survival is easy, you just go day by day and then you die. But to live you feel and you strive and you can love but you can also fall, you can fall so low that you don't quite know how to get back up and then you're living and the life you're living is worse than death.
So you might as well just survive and wonder how long surviving will be enough.
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FanfictionMusings and short stories written about some boys who go to a school for wizards. But definitely not the one that transphobe wrote about. We don't FWT. Part 2 of this book can be found on my page, believe it or not. (These headcanons were written...
