Harry Potter - Remus
After it happened, Remus gathered up every picture of them, of himself, of James, of Peter, and him. He wanted to throw them away, to burn them. They were trash, they had to mean nothing to Remus, because that past he’d treasured obviously meant nothing to him. Instead, he stashed them in the oldest box in the furthest attic cupboard, to ignore until he could bear to destroy them.
He collects the newspaper cuttings of him. His face at trial, in prison, wild, distorted and unfamiliar. He tears down a copy of a wanted poster, stares at it, and waits.