"Завтра тем же переулком пойду, может, опять изнасилуют". ©
Очередной зарубежный монументальный труд: A Picture is Worth a Thousand Lies. Постхогвартские мародёры, частично про тот момент, когда Сириус и Джеймс решили, что Ремус - шпион, частично про таймлайн 5й книги. Сделано с душой, хотя с такой агрессивной трактовкой Ремуса согласиться трудно, ежели держать канонный образ в голове. Зато про Питера написано хорошо, без инфернального свиноёбства; так это и должно было выглядеть: маленький человечек между лысой Сциллой и Харибдой чувства долга перед друзьями.
Но! Фанфикшн про "предателя-Ремуса". Более того, сирирем с юстом про этот период. Всё, как мы любим: депрессивно и душераздирающе. "Мы умеем убивать ваши эмоции алюминиевой ложкой", - как бы говорит нам автор.

“Padfoot, what are you doing here today?” Remus asked in surprise when he opened the door to an unexpected friend. “Sorry, come in.”
Sirius only glanced into Remus’s eyes for a moment as he walked past him. He wandered to the foot of Remus’s bed and ran a palm over one of the iron knobs on the bedstead. Remus began to dread whatever news his strangely silent friend had brought.
“Are James and his family all right?”
“Fine,” Sirius said in a voice that was high and tight. He cleared his throat. “Actually, I came to tell you that they’ve moved again.”
“Already? Damn.” Remus reached under his bed for his shoes and then sat upon the bed to put them on. “I have two more wards I want to put on the new house. I was waiting for the new moon to make them stronger, but I’ll go—”
“No. They didn’t go to that house,” Sirius said.
Remus looked up expectantly, waiting for Sirius to tell him where they had gone instead. The silence told him all that Sirius needed to say. Remus had feared—had known—that this day was coming. Now it was here, and with it came the realization that he would not see them again until the day came that they were completely safe. He realized that he might never see his friends again.
Sirius watched him until he was certain that Remus understood, then he turned his head and looked out the widow. Remus sat there, one shoe on and the other still in his hand. He didn’t know whether to continue putting the shoe on—he had nowhere to go—or if he should take the first back off. Some part of his mind screamed at him for even wondering such a stupid and mundane question when his entire world was crashing down around him.
“Kiss Lily and Harry good-bye for me,” Remus said at last.
Sirius nodded.
“And tell Prongs—” Remus closed his eyes. There was too much to say. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for making me laugh. Thank you for becoming an animagus and allowing me to feel the forest floor under my paws. Thank you for saving me by saving Snape. Thank you for allowing me to hold your newborn son. Thank you for trusting me, for trusting a werewolf, as long as you did. Thank you for being my friend. “Just tell him I said, ‘Thank you.’”
Sirius flinched. “I have to go.” He walked out without looking at Remus again.