The sun burned down from the bright blue sky and enveloped everything in a wonderful, golden light.
A light wind kicked up the brightly colored leaves that were scattered all over the lawn.
The young woman closed her eyes and eagerly inhaled the warm autumn air.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder.
She looked around and saw the prematurely aged face of an old friend.
"It…"
She knew what he was going to say and shook her head.
She didn't want to hear it, couldn't stand the sound of pity in his voice.
"You don't have to be sorry, you are not to blame."
The man's soft brown eyes filled with tears, but he struggled against them.
"You know, I envy you."
Her voice sounded strange.
Earlier….
She forbade herself to think about the past, she feared it would break her heart.

"Do you envy me?"
Did she hear despair?
"Yes, I envy you. I envy your tears."
He looked at himself in disbelief.
"How do you mean?"
Apparently he couldn't understand how someone could be envied for something so mundane.
Everyone cried when they were sad, it was completely normal.
"Meadows, the Prewetts, Edgar Bones, Dearborn, Fenwick, McKinnon," she began to list names in a low voice.
"James and Lily Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Alice and Frank Longbottom and ... Sirius Black."
Now her sad brown eyes looked at the two white stone slabs in front of her.

"Don't you understand what this war cost? The ministry is celebrating its great victory, but they don't talk about the price we paid for it."
The man shook his head angrily.
He couldn't believe she was speaking like that.
"How many died? How many were never found? How many…. Do you think that it would be over now? Voldemort will come back, he is gone but not defeated."
He didn't know what to say in return.Was there an answer at all?
"There are so many ... already today nobody knows all the names anymore. They will be forgotten, the great heroes. They will become a chapter in the history books, but who will remember them?"

She turned around and looked at him intently.
"In a few years, who will remember how beautiful Lily's hair glistened in the sunlight and how cheerful James' laugh sounded? Who will remember Alice Longbottom's legendary cheesecake, Frank's passion for chocolate frogs, Dorcas Meadow's cynicism, and McKinnon's Quidditch obsession? It will only still be names on a piece of paper ... "
He wanted to contradict her, but he couldn't.
In his heart he knew she was right.
"Look at how they celebrate Harry. They don't even know what he looks like, how he laughs, they weren't there when he was baptized. All they know is his lightning-bolted scar."

She paused for a moment and looked at the ruins that stood behind them and now, in the warm sunlight, seemed to be made of pure gold.
"You ask why I envy your tears?
I've sat at countless hospital beds, seen them nursed back to health, only to be killed by a Death Eater.
I fought Voldemort only to find that this war was hopeless from the start.
I've lost my family, my friends, and the man I love.
I saw the Death Eaters take one Order after another. "

He interrupted her harshly.
"You haven't lost Sirius, he went to Voldemort willingly, he betrayed Lily and James of his own free will, making Harry an orphan."
She smiled melancholy.
"You may be right, but he is a victim of war like all of us. I have seen too much blood flow to cry, too much tears and suffering. The hope that it has always been destroyed by despair, the hopelessness, all the dead and injured….I've shed all the tears I've had. "
She sighed and ran her right hand over the inscription on one of the stones.
"Lily and James would have liked the stones. You know she loved this place, here under the tree in the partial shade."
She nodded and straightened up.
The dark earth was still quite fresh, the wreaths of flowers not yet withered.
"What do you want to do now?"

He smiled bitterly at her question.
"What options do I have? I'm a werewolf. I will somehow make my way, like always ... And you?"
She nodded and felt for the silver badge that was emblazoned on her chest.
"I'm tired, exhausted ... I would like to disappear and never come back here. Maybe a small restaurant in the mountains, a little house by the sea ..."
She broke off and shook her head at herself.
"I will keep fighting, Remus. I will make sure that the names are not forgotten, that the great heroes of our war are remembered. A task awaits me, I will hunt down every single Death Eater and bring them to Azkaban kills me, then I'll be happy to go. "

Remus Lupine smiled and put his hand on her petite shoulder again.
"I knew you would say that, Nojiko. We will fight until the last Marauder dies ..."
"... and we go to death proudly, heads held high, just like James and Lily," she added resolutely.
"Like James and Lily," the man replied and took one last look at the two gravestones that had James Potter and Lily Potter on them.
Together they turned and walked resolutely out of Godric's Hollow.
On the horizon the sun sank slowly behind the mountains and enveloped the two friends in a blood-red light.

THE END