On the eve of James and Lily’s wedding reception, Remus found himself alone on their roof, spinning smoke into the air with his wand.
Remember this, he thought as he watched the purple dusk swallow the sky.
Remember James, glasses skewed, lipstick smudged on his cheek.
Remember Peter, bright-eyed and laughing and surrounded by his friends.
Remember Lily, wand twisted in her hair, trailing bubbles as she danced.
And remember Sirius, looking happier in a tie than he ever had before.
Remus tapped his wand once, and the smoke turned to white ash in the air, drifting away in the wind.
Remember this.
ref.
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(via marauders-fanfilm)
