The Marauders: Year 1

Remembered

Professor Remus Lupin had returned to his office and shut the door behind him. After taking a seat at his desk he had taken something out of the robe of his pocket.

He had stared at the parchment now in front of him in disbelief.

Lupin pointed his wand at the parchment and uttered the familiar phrase.

I solemnly swear I am up to no good. The map revealed itself and the memories came flooding back. He and his three best friends had stayed up late every single night to try and finish what they considered one of their greatest feats. Everything on the Marauder's Map was exactly how they had left it. But he had taken this from Harry. What was Harry doing with this map? But then he shook his head. He hadn't confiscated this from Harry. He had confiscated this from Harry Potter. Surely, the map co-created by his father would have eventually fallen into the hands of his son.

He silently read the nicknames he had not heard in several years and traced over the handwriting with his finger. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs.

The names that he and his best friends had given themselves based upon their animal counterparts. He looked at his own little nickname that the other three boys had once teased him about upon finding out his secret. The friends who had accepted him despite knowing what he was and stayed with him knowing what he could do in that state. Along with their escapades during the former dreaded full moon, the foursome had snuck out of Gryffindor Tower on a regular basis with the help of the map they had worked so hard to complete.

But whatever smile he had on his face had faltered. Out of the four names written, only two were living; one was a convicted criminal, the other was the shabby looking man sitting in that room. Everything had fallen apart that day thirteen years ago and once again he was all alone. Of course, he had been alone for thirteen years, but having the infamous map right in front of him had only emphasized it.

At least for about nine years, he had something. Something that he could never imagine having now. Something that five year old Remus Lupin couldn't ever possibly imagine either. 

*Author's Note*

I have always wrote a bunch of fanfics, but never actually published them. I have the couple first Marauder years written out so I hope to get them all up on here. 

I appreciate any feedback and comments.