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The golden band sat in the palm of Remus' hand. He had dreaded this moment but he knew that (Y/N) would rather he put himself and his needs before the ring but he couldn't bear the thought of giving it up, not when it was the last piece of her she had left.
The ring was a family heirloom of (Y/N)'s. All the women in her direct line of succession were married with that band. Her mother had died when she was young so that was the only link she had to her family, and now the band was the only link that Remus had to (Y/N).
The ring was almost priceless and the money he would get from it would save Remus' from homelessness and set him with enough money to survive until he found a place that would hire him despite his lycanthropy.
The band hadn't left Remus' possession since (Y/N)'s funeral. She had died when on an auror case with Mad-Eye Moody where she had come face-to-face with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named's followers. Moody had said her death was quick and she wouldn't have felt a thing, a fact which brought little reassurance to Remus.
(Y/N)'s salary had been enough to support the two of them when Remus' struggled to keep work but now that she was gone, and Remus had spent the last of their savings when he couldn't find work, he now had to start by letting go of the ring.
(Y/N) had explained that the reason the ring was passed down was that its value was enough that if needs be, the bearer could pawn it and have enough money to start over, away from everything. She had also said that Remus should shell it if he needed it if she was no longer by his side to support him through his hardships.
It pained him to part with the ring, but now, now he had enough to get by on, at least until the war was over and (Y/N) was avenged.