Remus felt like the luckiest guy in the world, he could have died that same day and he wouldn't care. Why? On June 17, a week ago, he was able to attend the concert of the greatest singer of all times: David Bowie. And it wasn't just any concert, but it was the second and last date in London of Isolar II — The 1978 World Tour.

Remus's favorite singer had gone on tour, promoting his albums “Heroes” and “Low”, albums that Moony had listened to non-stop since they came out. Sirius and James had given him the vinyl records for his birthday, so at the concert he already knew the songs by heart.

The Wembley Empire Pool was packed with people at the concert, everyone crowded into the place to get a better view of Bowie. Fans were dressed in extravagant clothes, combing their hair back with gel or defined curls and some even had the classic lightning bolt painted the blue and red of Ziggy Stardust. In that moment, the werewolf felt less weird—less of a monster, and that feeling lasted for the rest of his week.

The icing of the cake was that at the concert he met the most attractive person in all of London and they made love in an old van decorated with hippie things. As Sirius said: “The best thing of all is that you probably won't cross paths again.”

Exactly! He wasn't going to cross—Oh, in the name of Merlin's saggy left testicle

His friend, Lily, had invited him and the Marauders to spend a week at her house, the problem was when he saw you in a lounge chair in front of the pool in the backyard of the house. Since when did Lily have more siblings besides Petunia?

And why, of all the people in the world, did you have to be Lily's sibling? Just you, the one he had sex with in your van. Fuck.

He fluffed his hair nervously and pretended to ignore you to go greet James. “Hey, Prongs.” He didn't feel your gaze, or at least he didn't see it behind your sunglasses.

'Save me, Merlin' he thought.