The Last Marauders: Padfoot, Moony, and Fluffy?

The Last Marauders

31st of October 1981:

The cold wind blew as a hooded figure clasped his cloak tighter around his body. Making sure what he was carrying was protected for the harsh winds. He was almost to his destination. Just a little bit longer he told himself. Hopefully the burning in his lungs and the hammering of his heart would slow down.  He didn't dare to look back, must keep looking forward. There is nothing back there for him.

Seeing the lights from the candles in the widow he knew that he made it. Walking down the gravel path, usually beautiful trees lined the pathway. Now they look bare and scary like something out of a horror novel.  Finally making it to the front door he shifts what he was carrying and knocks.

The door finally opens, there stood a tall slender man with light brown hair, and green eyes with a ring of honey around the iris. The faded scars on his face are illuminated by the candle light. His wand was pointed at the hooded figure. Who just stood completely still knowing that the man would strike now and ask questions later.

"Moony, let me in please.... S... something has happened!" The hooded figures voice cracks as tears burn his eyes.

"When was the first time I said I love you?" Moony asks the wand moving closer, to the cloak figure.

A small laugh escapes the smaller man's lips. "It was the morning after a full moon, Prongs and Wormtail left to get breakfast but I stayed in bed with you. I fed you chocolate and made you tea, you looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes and said 'I love you Siri.' Then I kissed you, tasting the chocolate and tea on your lips. That was by far my favorite kiss Remy." The cloaked figure said dreamily.

Putting his wand away Remus moves and lets Sirius Black into their cottage. "What happened Siri, you left to see Harry but when I tried to floo over I couldn't get a hold of anyone." Watching Sirius pull the hood off his head. The man who usually looked so put together had tear stained cheeks, hair messy, and skin red from the cold.

"J...James... a... and Lilly are... are gone Remy. V.... Voldemort got to them...." The werewolf grabs onto his cardigan right by his heart.

"Harry where is Harry. P... Please don't tell me that..." Just then a cry comes from under the cloak. Remus pulls it apart. There in his husband's hands was Harry James Potter, his green eyes glassy with tears and a lightning bolt burn on his forehead.

"All I know is that when I got there.... everyone was....d....dead... and Harry was sitting in his crib crying." Sirius tries to comfort the boy but being so upset himself, Harry could feel his nervousness.

"Sirius.... Why do you have Harry? Why didn't you wait until the aurors got there?" Remus takes the toddler, kissing into the raven colored hair. The little one cuddles into his chest. Instantly calming down, the werewolf always could get him to calm down like that.

Sirius throws off his cloak and walks towards their bedroom. Following his husband waiting for an answer Remus cuddles the toddler closer.

"They would take him away from us Remy, and then think of the life that he will have... I can't do that... I'm his god father.... I... We... we can be his parents...  Not that I would ever want Harry not to know his parents, but think about it... He will never have peace here.... We need to go away...  I was thinking Ireland... Think about it, we can open a restaurant, or... or a pub or whatever. I have plenty of money that will last forever. Harry deserves a better life, if V...Voldemort isn't truly dead they will all come looking for him. Dumbledore will come after him.  I love him too much to let that happen." With a flick of his wand the suitcases come out from under the bed. Clothing from their wardrobe and dressers fly into them.