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Presumption - (marauders fic)

summary: before the war, you and your friends all wrote letters for one another in case you wouldn't be lucky enough to make it out alive. But will any of you be actually able to get through the pain of grief and lost to face with the last words of people you grew up with?

⤷ marauders x f!reader

warnings: includes swearing (harsh language), mention of death

word count : 669 words

A/N : some of the characters that have died in an original version, survived in this one + english is not my first language so i apologize for my mistakes <3

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Gathered around in the living room of Potter residence, their eyes filled to the brim with helplessness, not even daring to look anywhere else, but at the the messily folded papers scattered in front of them.

Seventy two wroten letters, eight per person. Eight for James, eight for Sirius, eight for Remus, eight for Lilly, eight for Marlene, eight for Mary, eight for Dorcas, eight for y/n.

And eight for man, who's orbs have been the only one to focus on anything but the pile, as his guts sinked more and more with every single muffled sob or silent cry from his so called friends.

Peter Pettigrew.

He knew what he was doing when he broke the unspoken rule of honor, he knew what he was doing when black outlines foully rested on his forearm, and he knew what he was doing when he helded up that bloody wand.

Yet he couldn't help it but feel sick with himself, disgusted, loathful when they get to he point of seperaiting the ones they will have to read.

With shaky hands, Lily handed out the letters to their owners, leaving on the floor exacly eight letters. All of them came from the same quill, written in the same font, by the same hand.

"We should open them" hoarse, berely hearable voice broke the silence among teens. Peter didn't have to take his gaze of the ground, to know they all looked his way.

Marlene hummed as a sign of agrement, few of them like Mary or Dorcas slightly noded their heads, but only one acted as if Peter's words didn't reach him.

He couldn't move, not even a bit.

Not wanting it to be the last goodbye, not like this. This wasn't the time.

He couldn't unfocused his eyes from her handwriting, the one he used to make fun of. To Remus from y/n. He felt as if she was whispering it right to his ear. He felt like everyone was.

"Remus?" well maybe they actualy were. "You're not gonna open yours?"

He didn't even bother looking at Dorcas as she said it, just shake his head no, trying to bring himself back to hearing her voice just this one time.

"We promised we would.. you promised you would" sirius's sentensce echoed through the room as he hosted himself up and shoved the paper into werewolf's chest. "So stop whining and take it 'couse you are NOT the only one who lost her"

Saying through clenched teeth with spit gathering behind them making it almost come off as an insult.

But Remus still didn't bugde, even when his friends hand is pushing on his heart. He got lost in his thoughts, too lost to bother.

Why is Sirius so obtrusive? Why won't he let him just griev in his own way? If he doesn't want to read it who cares, they can read theirs he's not stopping them from doing so.

"If i don't want to read it i won't-" pushing sirius's hand away, Remus stand up to be with him on face-to-face level "-Y/n would understand"

"Y/N'S NOT HERE" "AND WHO'S FAULT IS THAT?!"

Quick exchange of screams, was followed by the silence as two men seemed to burn eachothers souls with only use of stare. No one dared to say a word.

Not Sirius, not Remus, not anyone.

Especially not Peter, who was more than petrified of this question being brought up.

But how could he not be? He could never erase the look on your face when he pointed his wand at you, letting his sleeve slightly slide down, enough to let your gaze catch dark mark.

Poor you was so happy to see him, so happy to see one of your friends alive, only to find out he wasn't your friend all along.

The fear and betrayal in your eyes when they met his was what almost made him drop the wand, yet he didn't.

He killed you and ran off, like the coward he was.

And now he had the perfect opportunity to blame it on someone else.

"Weren't you suppose to keep an eye on her Sirius?"

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summary: before the war, you and your friends all wrote letters for one another in case you wouldn't be lucky enough to make it out alive. But will any of you be actually able to get through the pain of grief and lost to face with the last words of people you grew up with?

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