SUMMERY: Remus never thought he'll get over the loss of his girlfriend, the love of his life, the woman he planned to ask her hand in marriage. He didn't know that when she died, she left something behind. Thirteen years after her death, he got the surprise of his life, a way to help get over her unfortunate end.

Prologue:

September 1979

"Your sister hates me," Remus said, leaning against the doorway watching as his girlfriend packed for her trip to Greece.

Monica Macbeth laughed as she pushed her dark brown hair away from her face. "I know which is why I am going and you are not." She zipped up her bag. She walked over and placed it next to her other luggage. She leaned up and kissed him.

Remus breathed in her scent and that odd smell was still there. It wasn't unpleasant, just odd and different. He didn't know what it meant, but it made him want to hold her in his arms, protectively and never let go. For some reason for the last four months, Remus had this overly protective urge to keep her within his sight, dot on her every whim. He didn't know how to describe the feeling in words. It seemed like she was carrying something precious, but he knew she wasn't and it confused him. The fact that she was going to be gone for months bothered him…a lot. "How long do you plan on staying?" he asked once she pulled away. Another thing he'd noticed. In the last month, every time Remus tried to hold her close, she would pull away. They haven't even had intercourse in two months. She kept her distance and Remus feared she would leave him. That was the only thing holding him back from asking her hand in marriage. If she was having second thoughts, there was no reason to make parting harder for her. In reality, he was surprised she stayed with him for this long. They've been together for two years now, the longest he ever been with anyone.

She rolled her eyes. "I've told you, Remus, I don't know. My sister is having a baby and she is husbandless and boyfriendless. She's alone. I'm most likely going to be staying for her whole pregnancy and then some to help her settle." She caressed his cheek and looked lovingly into his eyes. "I'll be back. I promise." She pecked his lips again before picking up her bags. Remus moved to help her. He followed her outside and they stuffed the luggage into the muggle taxi. "I'll write as much as possible," she continued to say. "I might even sneak in a floo or two." She chuckled, knowing the likelihood of that happening was very slim.

"I doubt that would happen," Remus said with grin. Monica's sister, Brandi, was a squib. She had this bitter, jealous attitude towards magic now; which was why Monica was flying by muggle plane to get to Greece.

Before she stepped into the car, Monica turned towards him and kissed him. "I love you, Remus," she said tenderly. "So very much."

Remus kissed her again. "I love you too, Monica."

She smiled and stepped into the car. Remus closed the door and stared at her through the window. She blew him a kissed just before the car drove off. He watched the car drive away with a horrible feeling deep in his stomach. He wanted nothing more than to stop his girlfriend from going on her trip. He had a very bad feeling about it, but he had already fought with her a few times about going and knew he couldn't say anything to change her mind. The uncomfortable feeling grew, but he shook it off. She was much safer going to Greece to her sister then staying in London with Voldemort out and about killing people.


October 1979

Remus stared at Lily as she moved around in the kitchen. There was a familiar smell about her the past few days. It reminded him of Monica, except less intense and strong, but he still felt like he had to protect her, like she was carrying something precious. It confused him. It wasn't there a week ago when he last saw her.

"How's Monica, Remus?" Lily asked, bring him back to earth.

He shook himself from his thoughts and looked down at the latest letter his girlfriend sent. "She's doing quite fine. Said her sister has become very unpredictable and been getting these mood swings and cravings for the oddest foods."

Sirius laughed. "That is why I would never settle down. Pregnant woman are vicious and moody." He shivered at the thought. He looked at his best mate sitting next to him. "You're going to have to deal with that sometime, Prongs. Yours would be worse than normal."

James looked offended. "How so?"

"Your wife has that red haired temper," Sirius answered. Lily hit him across the head and the others laughed.


February 1980

The four friends were hanging out at Remus' house for some men time, actually James just wanted to get away from his very pregnant wife and Remus wanted to get his mind off his girlfriend, who hadn't owled in over a week. They were currently sitting around his kitchen table with firewhiskey and photo albums, laughing over the pictures and remembering the stories behind them. It was one the rare times where they forgot about Voldemort.

"Mates! Look at this!" Sirius shoved one of the albums in front of them and pointed to one of the pictures. "Our first successful prank!"

James looked at the photo of the Hogwarts professors sitting at the Head Table with animal heads and shook his head. "This wasn't our first one. I remember many more before this prank, Pad."

"This was our first successful prank on the professors though," he pointed out.

"And the first time I got caught and got a week of detention," Remus said, remembering the look of disappointment on Professor McGonagall's face.

James laughed. "That's right and if I remember correctly it was Wormtails first time getting in trouble for a prank as well," he said, looking over at the blushing Peter.

A clicking sound from the window distracted them from the photos. Remus jumped up, "Monica!" He quickly opened the window and allowed the owl to fly in.

Sirius shook his head. "You are completely head over heels for this girl, Moony. Why don't you ask her to marry you already?"

"And don't you use the 'werewolf' excuse, mate," James said, sternly. It had always bothered him that Remus would let the fact he was a werewolf keep him from finding happiness with someone. "She obviously doesn't care about that since she knew for a year and she is still with you," he pointed out.

Remus took the letter and set aside a bowl of water for the owl before sitting back down next to Peter. He sighed. "I do plan on asking her alright! I even have the ring," he said, nervously. Not only was the idea of asking for her hand making him nervous, but the reaction of his friends. They meant everything to him. If they were against his decision then he would not marry her, they meant that much to him.

"Congratulation, mate!" James said with a huge smile.

"It's about time you tie the knot!" Sirius congratulated him.

"She's prefect for you, Moony," Peter said.

Remus smiled, glad to have his friends support. "Thanks, mates. That means a lot. I just hope she'll say yes."

"Why wouldn't she?" Peter asked, confused.

Remus shrugged his shoulders and looked down. "She was…acting odd before she left." He didn't know how to explain the lack of intimate contact.

"Odd? How? I thought everything was going just perfect between you two?" James asked.

"She would push me away, I guess. Physically push me away, like she didn't want me to touch her."

"Ouch," Sirius said. "Bummer, Mate. No sex? That's harsh." The three of them threw him a dirty look. "What? It is!"

"I think she was getting tired of the relationship, like she wanted something new." This was the first time he mentioned this fear that slowly grew inside him those last few months before she left on her trip.

"Maybe it's not what you think," James started to say. "Maybe, she was getting tired of waiting for you to pop the question. Maybe, since you haven't popped the question, she thought you were second thinking the relationship," he pointed out.

Peter nodded. "Yeah, that sounds more plausible. We all can clearly see she loves you, Moony."

"You won't know for sure until you ask," Sirius said.

Remus smiled at them, glad for their support. "Thanks, Mates."

"Well, what does your future bride say this time?" Sirius asked.

He rolled his eyes. "I haven't asked her yet. I have to wait for her to get back first." He opened the letter, well aware of his friend's eyes upon him. The first thing he noticed about the letter was the handwriting. It wasn't Monica's handwriting. He looked down at the end of the letter to see the name. "It's not from Monica." He looked up at his friends. "It's from Brandi."

"Brandi?" Peter asked.

"Her sister." Remus stood up. He had a bad feeling about this. Why would Brandi, who hated him and magic, send him a letter and not Monica? "Excuse me." He quickly left the room to read the letter privately.

His three friends waited in the kitchen. "Why would Brandi send a letter?" Sirius asked. "I never met her, but I certainly heard about her enough times to know this is odd." James nodded in agreement.

They waited a little while longer in silence before Peter spoke up. "It shouldn't take this long to read a letter."

"We'll give him a few more minutes before we go check on him," James said, wanting to give his friend a bit more time for himself.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Sirius spoke up.

"I do too," James agreed.

Another minute or two later, James stood up. "I'm going to check on him." He left the kitchen and made his way to Remus' bedroom. The door was already opened a crack and he could see the back of Remus sitting on the bed, the letter laid next to him. Even from this angle, he could tell something was up. Remus' shoulders were slouched, like he had no strength left in them. James pushed the door opened and walked in, cautiously. "Remus?" he said softly.

Remus looked up and James can see he was holding a small opened black box with a small diamond ring in it. The ring was beautiful. It was silver with a heart shaped diamond in the center with three smaller circular diamonds on either side of it. It would have cost Remus several of his paychecks. He must have been planning to propose for at least a year to save up enough money to buy the ring.

There were tears in Remus' eyes and he looked so burdened and sorrowful. James stepped closer. "What's wrong, mate?"

Remus looked back at the ring and touched it lightly with his thumb before looking back at James and said painfully, "She's gone," he said it so quietly it was hard to hear, but hear it, James did.

He sat next to his friend. "What? Gone, as in left you for another man?" Remus shook his head, but didn't say anything. James reached across him and picked up the letter.

Dear Lupin,

I am currently putting aside my hate to inform you about my sister, Monica. She loved you very much and that is the only reason I am doing this. If she didn't love you so much I wouldn't have bothered, but I regret to say my sister…It was hard to read through the dried up tear marks, but, after a struggle, James managed to see the word and, when he did, he wished he didn't…died two days ago in a hit and run…James stopped reading from there. The letter fell from his hands. "Remus…" He didn't know what to say. He placed a hand on his shoulders and Remus fell into his embraced. He began crying his eyes out for the loss of his love.


I'm going to attempt to do this story myself now. I wrote a chapter and a half before putting up for adoption. The author who took it from me finished my half chapter and wrote her/his own chapter before losing interest. I took it back from them to try again. I am determined to finish it, no matter how long it takes me. I am mighty proud of this idea and I don't want to see it go nowhere.