AN: Hi, this is my very first fic and thanks for clicking and checking it out. This was a plot bunny that got into my head after visiting JKR's new site and it would not leave me alone so I had to put it in print. Anyway, the main character is Remus and though a few original characters are in this first chapter, they have no lines and most do in fact exist in JKR's world but only because they must, so don't worry about Mary Sue's or too many OC's. This chapter also mostly focuses on the past, hence its name Memories, but the story is set in the summer after OotP with a few references to things gone by. So, w/o further ado, here is my fic, hope you enjoy.
Remus Lupin collapsed onto the ancient worn armchair, closing his eyes with exhaustion. He had just experienced one of the most trying weeks of his life (and considering all that had happened to Remus Lupin, that was an extraordinary achievement). His best friend, Sirius Black, had just met an untimely end, leaving Remus with all his responsibilities, including the aptly named Grimmauld Place and the guardianship of one fifteen-year-old boy, Harry Potter. As part of his responsibility to Harry, Remus had threatened the boy's relatives only minutes before crashing into the chair, alone, tired and emotionally drained at Grimmauld Place.
At this point Remus broke down and began to sob vigorously. Sirius embraced his friend and muttered a few soothing words, though in truth he had no idea how to comfort Remus, and was just as scared and unsure as the werewolf. But Sirius Black was not the type show his fear or uncertainty, so, after Remus calmed a bit, he took charge."First off," ordered Sirius in what he hoped was a confident voice, "let's clean you up and get some clothes on you." Truly, Remus was quite a mess and quite naked too. His face was marred with exhaustion and grief, his hands were caked in stiff, brown blood, his body was covered in dirt from the previous night and he was sporting a few gashes and bruises of his own, courtesy of the wolf's anger. Also, at that moment Remus was 'wearing' a moldy (and now bloodied) horse blanket that he had found outside his shed and had been using to keep himself warm. Sirius helpfully directed his friend to the bathroom, where Remus washed most of the blood and grime off quickly before Sirius returned with a set of robes and undergarments. When he brought the clothes to Remus, Sirius explained that he had Flooed the Ministry and Aurors and mediwizards would be here shortly. Sirius also said that they had instructed him to 'vacate the premises' so as not to disturb or contaminate any evidence. Remus did as he was told, silently leaving his home and parents. The day was inappropriately beautiful, with the sun now shining so brightly the Dark Mark could barely be seen. The Aurors arrived quickly, apparating onto the front lawn with loud cracks. They shouted instructions at one another, and had their wands ready to strike at the slightest provocation, but Remus barely noticed any of this. A few mediwizards and witches began to arrive as well, as soon as it was determined that the home was secured. One of them, a young and pretty witch in blinding white robes and a square-ish red cap approached Remus and Sirius, smiling in a pitying manner. "Hello, were you the ones who called?" she asked in sweet voice that made Remus want to cringe. He made no suggestion that he'd heard her, so Sirius was forced to answer. He also explained all that he knew and the witch nodded solemnly, diagnosing Remus with shock and declaring that a calming potion would greatly help him. "Do you have any allergies, Mr. Lupin?" She asked as she removed a scarlet potion from her medicine bag. Again Remus didn't answer, nor did he really hear her request. "Monkshood," said Sirius with a worried glance at his friend. Remus had stopped shaking and crying a while ago, but this silence caused Sirius greater fear for his friend. "This won't hurt then," said the mediwitch, as she moved the vile up to Remus's lips and with expert instructions got him to drink it. After a few coughs, Remus felt much more relaxed and Sirius was quite relieved. "Gideon, he's all ready for you," the witch called and an Auror who had been standing on the Lupin's front step made his way to the pair. "Hello," he said politely and without the pitying manner of the mediwitch, "my name's Gideon Prewett and I'm an Auror from the Ministry of Magic." He then quickly flashed a badge bearing the proud crest of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Remus and Sirius also recognized him as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, though neither knew him very well, as he was much older than the pair and often could not attend meetings due to Auror business. "I must ask you a few questions for the record, all right?" He then conjured out a blue quill and a pocket-sized scroll of parchment. Remus and Sirius both nodded after glancing at each other. "First off, your names please." Both answered shortly and a flash of recognition showed in Prewett's eyes. He obviously remembered their names from the Order, but didn't mention anything. "Okay, Mr. Lupin could you recall the events of this morning?" With a sigh Remus recalled the horrifying and gruesome events of the past few hours. He even included the information about his lycanthropy, something he doubted he would have done had he not been under the influence of a calming potion. Throughout Remus's soliloquy, Prewett scribbled on his parchment hurriedly, jotting down everything Remus said. After he had finished, there were a few moments of silence as the Auror chewed on the tip of his quill in thought. "Now you haven't found any trace of your sister, is that correct?" he eventually said and Remus nodded in affirmation. "And you're certain she was here last night?" Again Remus nodded. "All right," said Prewett with a tired sigh. It appeared that no matter how battle-hardened an Auror became, they were still sapped by all the emotional strain of their business. "We are going to declare your sister a missing person for now. That means there will be an advert thing in the papers and the WWN will run the information during its news hours. Possibly, we'll alert the Muggles as well. But first, I need a description of her from you. Can you do this for me, Mr. Lupin?" "Yes," said Remus quietly, but he needed a minute to gather himself and think of his sister. After spending some time in though, Remus finally began to speak, articulately and plainly. "Her name is Roberta Anne Lupin, but she goes by Bertie. She's fourteen, nearly fifteen her birthday's in two weeks. Her hair's the same color as mine, but she wears it long and usually she has the front bit pulled back, you know. And her eye's are blue, like my mum's." Here Remus stopped and it appeared that the calming potion was wearing off, as images of his mother's bloodied face flashed through his head. Prewett, however, realized what was happening and quickly got the conversation back on track. "What about her height, weight things like that?" he asked, bringing Remus back to the matter at hand. "I don't really know . . . She's about five four, I'd say, maybe one hundred and five, one hundred and ten pounds. She's not very big," he said lamely, for he had never really thought of things like that. Remus racked his brain for anything else that might help them find his sister, as the voice that had been proclaiming her vitality was now at the forefront of his mind. "Oh and she's a Muggle!" "A Muggle?" Prewett repeated confusedly. "Yes like my mum," explained Remus calmly. Though his father was from a long line of Purebloods, he had scandalized the family when he had married Remus's mother, a Muggle girl from a farm in Devonshire. Though Remus had been born a wizard, his younger sister was without magical powers. "Well, that sounds like we have everything we need," declared Prewett, putting away his quill and scroll. "If you could provide us with a picture, we'll have it posted in all the papers. And we'll definitely inform the Muggles." "Yes, yes of course," said Remus. After a pause he asked, "Do you think there's any chance you'll find her?" Prewett looked down at his boots and sighed angrily, "I promise you, kid, we'll do all in our power to find her. But it is not uncommon for the Death Eaters to wipe people off the face of the earth and your sister being a Muggle complicates things. I'll be honest with you, Remus, it's highly unlikely your sister will be alive if we find her, so prepare yourself for the worst. I'm sorry for your losses."And that was the last Remus heard of his sister. Though he knew Gideon had searched tirelessly, nothing had turned up and finally Remus gave up hope and had a headstone placed in her memory next to that of their parents. She was just one of the many people killed during Voldemort's first war, and indeed one of many people Remus had lost over the years. Remus bowed his head in memory of her, his parents, Sirius and everyone else who had lost their lives to evil.The silence of the house was broken as a squawking sounded downstairs and the portrait of Mrs. Black began to shriek profanities about insolent birds. With a groan, Remus sat up knowing that an owl had arrived and been caught in one of the many protection charms guarding Grimmauld Place. Little did he know that as he went to free the owl, he was about to receive news he had been waiting nearly seventeen years for.AN: So, what'd you think? Click on that blue-ish button down there and let me know! This is my first fic, so constructive criticism is appreciated. And as of now, I haven't a beta, so if anyone would like to volunteer you'd be much appreciated as well. Just so you know, I have this story all planned out and will continue with regular updates (though these updates might occur faster if you click that little blue button and type UPDATE SOON!!!!!!!!, in an encouraging fashion ;) ), whether I get a decent amount of review or not, simply because this plot bunny will kill me if I don't. Thanks for readin!