Peter (Closed)
Peter hadn't decided to go to the funeral until the last moment. He hadn't liked Harry Potter, hadn't known his wife, and knew Louis only has a student. But Remus was his friend, and had been Potter's friend, and he'd been Al's father. And Louis was his boss' son, so in the end it had been obvious he needed to go.
That didn't, however, mean he had to talk to anyone. He shifted to Wormtail and watched the memorial from the grass. It wasn't hiding, but he didn't think Sirius or James would want him there, and he wasn't feeling up to fighting today. Besides, as Wormtail it was easier to stay unnoticed, and he could pay his respects in his own way.
His whiskers twitched, and he looked up to see Al and Severus standing near him. They were each stoic, and the little rat moved closer, but not close enough to be seen. The grass was long enough to hide him, and close enough to the forest that if he were seen no one would think twice about it.