Part of him rebelled at the thought, was unable to comprehend. That James and Peter were gone and Remus was still here. James, kind, caring, heart-of-gold James, whose presence was so much larger than life that everyone thought him invincible; Peter, poor, poor Peter, always stumbling after James and trying to escape his shadow at the same time, who Sirius had always overlooked but who had kept their friend group together whenever it seemed things were becoming too much like the JamesandSirius show. And Lily, sweet, smart Lily, quick with her wand as well as her wit, one of Remus’ first real friends. She and James had just had Harry, were just starting their life together, and now they were both gone. How could they be gone? While Remus, the werewolf, the boy who lived knowing each month could be his last, who threw himself into the war with reckless abandon and no plans to make it out, was still breathing, still standing here in the room he thought might one day be his tomb.