Survivor

Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Rowling's, not mine
Spoilers: OotP

Opening a new scar, closing the wounds with a knife...

There was no one left. That was the thought that had been burning in his mind since he had left Harry at King's Cross. Imprisoned inside the animal body, Lupin's mind couldn't help but repeating that terrible fact.

He was a survivor.

People he had considered friends had gone forever in one way or another, and each casualty just made him notice not how lucky he was, but how much better things were, so long ago.

For too many wizards, those who stablish relationships with werewolves are fools without brains. The pain in the wolf's chest grew as he guessed wether it was truth or not. Because someday there had been people surrounding him. And now all of them were dead or mad.

Flashing memories crossed his eyes in a moment: Lily Evans joining the prefects wagon with her shiny badge on one hand, twisting nervously her Slytherin tie. It was somehow difficult to connect Lily's picture to the memories he held about Prongs. He only could see them apart, excepting for the few moments when he tried to grab their wedding memory.

Prongs had been the first to leave, according in a really horrible way to that annoying habit of being the first in everything. Then Lily. Then, how ironic. Wormtail. In fact, Wormtail had died that day. The man that was now Peter Pettigrew had nothing to do with the kid they had known.

And finally Padfoot. He realised he didn't want to think about it anymore, or the whole world would become more unbearable than ever.

So the wolf slept, and the sun found a man who just wanted to turn back time.