We solemnly swear that we are up to no good. On this fortnight of October 31st, 1975, the four Marauders agree to follow each other until death do us part. We also agree to always keep secret the Great Power that we possess .
A/N: Based on a request for a soulmate Remus imagine. I kinda went the angsty route, so I hope you like it!
Remus had never imagined that in his final moments he would be with anyone besides his soulmate. Life, however, never seemed to go his way.
He had spent his childhood seeing in black and white, knowing that this would change when he met his soulmate. He had seen many people as he grew up who had found their soulmate and seemed to be living in a fairytale. He spent hours upon hours dreaming of what his other half would look like, how they would treat him.
When he started attending Hogwarts, Remus had high expectations for himself. He was going to find his soulmate during his first year and spend as much time as possible with them, never letting them go. But then first year passed and he was still seeing in black and white. James told him not to worry, that he would find his person, but he didn’t understand; he had found Lily that first day of school. Sirius was more understanding, going through the same thing as Remus.
By the time fifth year started, Remus had given up hope. He felt that the universe was stringing him along, making him crave something that didn’t exist. And then everything changed the day you transferred to Hogwarts from your previous wizarding school.
It was as if an invisible force was tugging him to the library, his pace fast and heart racing. He couldn’t imagine what could possibly make him feel so anxious, but he followed his gut until he reached his destination. He burst into the library, students turning to face him with wide eyes as he looked around for something that he didn’t know he was searching for.
A gasp escaped his lips as the library began to burst with color, his eyes locking with yours from across the room. You had been sitting at a table with Lily, laughing quietly at something she said when you glanced up. You rushed out of your seat, chair squeaking against the floor as you ran up to your newfound soulmate.
“Do you see it, too?” You questioned shakily as you stood in front of Remus. His tall frame trembled; he assumed it was from the excitement and pure delight of finally finding you.
“You have no idea how happy I am to finally meet you,” he whispered before engulfing you in a hug. His long arms wrapped around your frame, his face buried in your hair, smushing his glasses into his face. You gripped onto him tightly, deeply inhaling his scent of chocolate and a fireplace. You had never felt more at home.
By seventh year, Remus was completely indulged in you. He loved you more than he ever thought possible, his feelings growing stronger with each passing day. He couldn’t get enough of your touch, your soft voice whispering in his ear after spending the night in his room.
You had grown considerably closer to Lily, and even James. They had both been so welcoming to you when you arrived at Hogwarts, and they appreciated having another couple to go on double dates with. Of course, Remus always whined jokingly to you about how they were taking away his alone time with you.
“Love, what do you say we get married when we leave here?” Remus asked one night as you laid in his bed. Your head was pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your middle as he hugged you to his side.
“Are you sure you want to marry me?” You quipped with a giggle. Remus chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. It wasn’t the first time the both of you had discussed marriage, afterall, you were made for each other.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Y/N.”
Life seemed to pass quickly after that, leaving Hogwarts behind and starting a new life. Things changed once you got out of school, and not in the best way. Remus felt that he was letting you down as a soulmate, work being difficult to find seeing as how no one wanted to hire someone with his condition. You did the best you could, taking up small jobs here and there, and ultimately the two of you joining the Order.
Everything seemed to fall apart after that. You went from planning a wedding to planning attacks on Voldemort’s followers. Remus tried to keep you from getting too involved, fretting over your safety. You would argue with him about it, telling him that fighting was worth it. That you needed to help your friends.
And then you were torn out of Remus’ life.
“If we split up, we can distract them and get out of there easily,” you said as you sat at a large table in a dingy living room of a safe house. The muggle-born wizards you were helping listened intently to your plan, the young couple wanting to be protected in the best way possible.
“If we split up they could take us down quicker,” Remus argued, arms crossing over his chest as he leaned back in his chair.
He looked at you, sitting beside him with an exhausted expression. He was worried about you, your dark circles and slight weight loss eating away at him, deep into his core. Being soulmates, you shared a connection that allowed you to feel strong emotions that your other half was feeling. All Remus had felt from you for the past month was sadness and anger. He had tried so hard to get you to feel anything else, momentarily succeeding here and there, but the war was tearing you apart. He knew he had to get you out of it, take you away for a vacation. It just wasn’t possible for him to do, though.
“Moony,” Sirius began with a somewhat exasperated sigh. He had been watching your relationship with his best friend changing, and he didn’t like it one bit. He wanted only the best for you, and he knew that the war was taking a toll on everything. “I hate to say it, but Y/N is right. We can disguise some wizards and pretend to sneak them out one way when the real couple goes the other. It’s our only option at the moment, and we’re running out of time.”
The room agreed with Sirius, voicing who would go with who. Remus pushed his chair away from the table and stormed out of the room. You chased after him, struggling to catch up with his long stride as he went up to your shared room. You entered the bedroom to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, face buried in his hands as he sat hunched over, body trembling from silent crying.
“Rem,” you cooed softly, moving to kneel down in front of him. You carefully pried his hands from his face, tenderly cupping his cheeks in your hands as you pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. His eyes were red and his face blotchy from his falling tears. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I don’t want you to go on this mission,” he answered, voice thick from his crying.
“I’m going with you, Remus,” you protested before standing up and sitting beside him on the bed.
“You’re staying by my side the entire time,” he stated, leaning over to rest his head on your shoulder. A small smile graced your face and you pressed a kiss to his temple.
“Always, my love.”
The alley was dark as Remus sprinted down, Sirius chasing after him. Time seemed to be frozen, your soulmate feeling a tremendous pain deep in his bones. You had been separated from his side when the fighting began, ducking into the alley for cover as a Death Eater followed you closely. Remus had felt his heart clench at the sight, but he could do nothing seeing as how he would be hit if he left his position. The fight had ended, your side winning, but Remus feeling as if he lost everything.
“Y/N?” Remus frantically called out as he looked around desperately for your familiar face. There was a rustling to the side and he aimed his wand at it, watching as you stumbled out of the dark.
“R-Remus,” you forced out, falling to the ground as a trail of blood dripped from your lips. He rushed foward, catching you before you could hit the cold ground.
“Is the bastard still here?” Sirius asked as he approached the scene. He watched carefully for the sign of the Death Eater who had dared to harm you, his wand drawn and waiting to be used.
“I-I killed him, he’s over there,” you choked out, pointing to a body that was partially hidden by a trash can. Remus brushed your hair out of your face.
“What did he do to you, Y/N? Where are you hurt?” Remus demanded to know as he searched your body for any visible wounds. He placed his hand on your side, pulling back when a hiss escaped your lips. He looked down at his red hand, your blood dripping from his shaking fingers.
“Don’t cry, Rem,” you murmured, moving your hands to wipe away the tears that were falling from his eyes. “I can’t even feel it, love.”
“That’s not good, Y/N,” Remus whispered through his tears as he leaned into your touch. “What happened to you?”
“He stabbed me with something,” you told him. “It must have been a bloody pipe or something; hurt like a bitch for a bit, but I got my revenge.”
“Baby, hey, look at me, yeah?” Remus begged as your eyes began to flutter shut and your words grew quieter. “Sirius, go get help, I don’t want to move her.”
“It’s fine, Rem,” you murmured, eyes opening to look at him as your vision began to blur. Remus could feel your soul leaving, his own aching to follow. He began to break even more when he noticed the color beginning to drain from his sight; he had only ever read about what happened when a soulmate died. He never thought he’d experience it.
“I love you,” he sobbed, pressing his forehead against yours softly.
“I love you, Remus,” you replied with a smile. “I will always love you. You have to go be happy for me, alright? Live a full life and-”
“I can’t, I can’t do this without you. Please don’t leave me, please, Y/N.”
“I have to, love.”
His lips pressed against yours, his kiss full of pain. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mind picturing the both of you living a long life instead of saying goodbye at such a young age. He didn’t mind that he could taste your blood in his mouth. He didn’t mind that you were both whispering out declarations of your love.
The only thing that got to him was when your lips stopped moving with his. When your voice no longer rang through the air to tell him how much you loved him.
His eyes slowly opened as he pulled his face away from yours. Your head fell onto his chest, hands hanging limp at your sides. A loud cry burst from his lips at the sight of your lifeless body. The sight of the lack of color from the world.
That night haunted him for the rest of his life. Creeping into his thoughts and dreams. He had seen the pity in Harry’s light eyes when he told the story of his soulmate. When the boggart took the form of your bloody body, taunting him and blaming your death on him.
“Who was that, Professor?” Harry had asked Remus after class that day.
“My soulmate,” Remus stated quietly as he organized a pile of books. He turned around to face his dead friend’s son, immediately noting the pity that filled his eyes that were hidden behind glasses.
“I-I’m sorry, Professor, I didn’t know,” Harry stammered out as his face paled from guilt.
“It’s quite alright, Harry,” Remus reassured him. “I didn’t expect you to know who she was.”
“Did she know my parents?”
“Yes. She was a very dear friend to them, your mother’s best friend, in fact.”
“I suppose I can spare a few minutes to tell you some stories of them,” Remus told him with a soft small. His heart still ached at the thought of you, but he knew that you would have appreciated his kindness towards the young boy. “What do you say, Harry?”
“I would like that.”
It wasn’t a surprise to Remus when he decided to fight by Harry’s side in the war. He had fought with James all those years ago, and he felt honored to fight by his son after all that time. Remus fought with his close friend, Tonks. He gave it his all, but it seemed that it wasn’t enough.
In Remus Lupin’s final moments, he laid by the side of a woman who wasn’t his soulmate. His body was filled with an unimaginable pain, but he didn’t mind. A smile formed on his face at the mere thought of finally being able to see his one true love again.
When he chased after the light that filled his vision, the world began to burst with color. And then your sweet voice rang through the air.