Remus Lupin had heard it often through his years at Hogwarts.

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs!"

This had been yelled at their laughing, retreating backs- usually escaping from some sort of prank or another. Once, James had taken small firework and stuck it under some poor Slytherin's potion cauldron. Half the class contracted a face full of warts instantaneously.

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs!"

Second year students would whisper this knowingly to incoming first years. The marauders were part of the school tour, in their later years. "Here's the great hall…watch your feet on this staircase, Jones!...the Gryffindor common room is around this corner; hopefully Peeves isn't…do you see those four? That's…"

"…Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs!"

These four names were scrawled in enchanted letters over an enchanted parchment that mapped their midnight prowls.

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs!"

Whispers leaked out from a circle of chatting girls, glancing with half smiles at James and Sirius.

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs!"

Slytherins would spit their names venomously.

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs!"

Remus looked ahead of him, his ocher eyes somber, yet placid. He whispered the words that wouldn't flow in any other order, "Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs."

The ashes in front of him were hardly reminiscent of a house.

"Wormtail..." wasn't much but a little finger.

"Padfoot…" was he sitting in Azkaban yet?

"Prongs…" was immortalized as a martyr.

Remus wrenched himself away from the scene in front of him, his face tormented.

He placed three bottles of Butter Beer on the pavement next to the place that used to be a house.

"Cheers," Remus turned the collar of his coat up and began to walk away.


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