jilytober: in honor of the fallen (x)
he remembers the important things, the ones marlene told him to remember.
in the years to come, an old man in a republic still coming to its feet, he remembers the blue of dorcas' hair and the twinkle of peter's eyes.
He thinks of lily running around the barricade, dragging people to safety, and remus' glasses and antiseptic cloth. He sees benjy in his mind's eye, telling him that nothing is ever really locked, and emmeline smiling softly at her boyfriend caradoc. he hears mary's laugh, and he thinks of how mundungus secretly liked stealing poetry books best. he thinks of sirius, his brother in another skin, and the way he believed and he fought against everything he'd been raised to believe, and the way he looked at marlene when he thought no-one was looking. He thinks of marlene, the bravest girl he ever knew, and the way she spoke to everyone on that last day, and the way she spoke to everyone every day before that, with no fear and laughter in her voice. he thinks of dancing in the park, drinking and laughing by the lake, of stupid mistakes and fires they set.
he thinks of the summer of 1977, and how he's the only one left, but how nobody can ever take that summer away from them.
