Your friends, James, Sirius and Remus, who it was no longer allowed to call them, but still remembered every moment spent with them, every moment in which he believed to be happy, until he arrived, Voldemort.
Your memories come back as you watch that hand, are reflected in the silver and dives into them without any effort.
James, the popular guy, perfect for anyone, he enjoyed being in his shadow, he was happy with everything that he commanded, but was cruelly betrayed more than any other ....
Sirius, represented everything related with strength and passion, anyone can think he wanted to take his place alongside James, but that was not what I wanted to take away from Sirius. He had something that seemed much more important, something I wanted with all his forces, which have ever held, things would have been much different, now would not that hand ... Sirius had the love of Remus Lupin, a prowler more, but perfect for everything.
The only person that Peter Pettigrew had given life, his love would have meant change, improvement, both lacked courage.
Remus His memories were unique, and I was sure that they do not never be erased from his head.
always watched when I read when I was sleeping or at any time was good for it, and Remus gave him a smile always, unique and perfect, with which he was happy for the day.
Although I knew him so close he could not approach him enough, Sirius was always by marking their territories and possessions. But one night after waking up agitated and gasping, around the room looked like it used to, to stop him Remus's bed where he slept soundly, he came a strange idea, crazy, and maybe he would depart from him much more than it already was, gain their rejection of truth, under the bed by placing it on his pajamas, went quietly to his friend to be attached to it looked for a moment, with some tenderness in the sights, Remus slept peacefully, with innocence and naivete marked on the face, tempted to dark sheets and slid beneath them slowly until you feel the friction with the back Remus. It shifted slightly but remained oblivious. Peter slid his hand gently in the back without too much pressure for fear of being awake, feeling every part of your skin in fingers, keeping in mind every one of the sensations. She watched him sleep for a while, feeling wanted her in his arms, feeling his respiranción, soaking up the smell, and being fixed on each side of his face all he allowed the little light there was.
slid his hands over her body until posarlas around his waist, his mouth looked around, felt a pulse, much more than I had ever felt, came over her face slowly, measuring every variation in their breath, every slight movement to run away if necessary.
landed gently on her lips Remus, and suddenly I heard a grunt, a snort made him return to reality, from the bed of Sirius, this was snoring louder than before, it was as if, despite being asleep, your canine intisto had everything and realized that she had marked.
got out of bed as quietly as he entered, sat down on his bed staring at Remus, keys absently fingers to his lips, even those of Remus was there.
never tried again but always remember that moment lying down, I saw his face as close as I would never again be.
A resvala tears at that time by the silver hand, making the image of a man with a peculiar whining like a rodent.
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