Remus John Lupin stood in the bedroom of his best friend Sirius Black. Sirius did not occupy the room anymore. He was gone. He had died protecting his friends and family. Wearily, Lupin sighed. He limped over to the full-length mirror and stared into it.
He looked healthier than he had in awhile, even though there had been many days where he got no sleep. His face was full and his body was lean, but not wiry. His hair was browner, but still streaked with premature gray. His brown eyes were sharp and clear – they sparkled.
The werewolf raised his chin. With scrutiny, he examined himself. A slight smile formed on his face. He looked handsome, at least to him he did. He had tied his hair back in a ponytail and that made his face look quite youthful. He was dressed in a pair of brown knickers and dark brown boots. He had a cream-colored shirt on. To hold his pants up, he wore leather suspenders. Over his outfit, he wore a navy woolen coat that went to the knee with brass buttons and tan trim went all around the sides of the coat and at the cuffs. There was a color that could stand up if Remus Lupin wished to, which he did not. The werewolf turned slightly and looked at his back. Everything was smooth and in place. The coat parted down the back from the bottom to his waist. He thought this was the best he had ever looked.
Remus turned. He went to the window and stood. Putting his hands behind his back and clasping one hand over the first he made, he stared out the gothic window. People were driving past in both directions. They were unaware of this house, at least the grandness of the place they were unaware of; the muggles only saw it as a rundown shack. He saw the trees. They were massive oaks. Their leaves had changed. Red and orange and yellow and brown flanked the branches instead of the rich green leaf of spring and summer. They were falling and had littered the ground all around the trees. Soon they would be completely bare and cold. Ice and snow would replace the leaves as all of the trees awaited spring to come again.
He sighed a second time. Remus Lupin ran a hand over his hair. He turned away from the window and looked at the photo that sat, framed, on the dresser. He had brought it in to make it a little more homey for him. It was a picture from his youth. The four of them, Peter Pettigrew, James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin had just graduated from Hogwarts and were celebrating. Lily Evans-Potter was standing off to the side. She had her arms crossed and was trying to not smile or look at James, but had failed. Also on the dresser was a framed photo of Lily and James dancing in the snow. He had also brought that with him. He went to the door. Turning around, he looked at the four-poster bed, dresser, chair, window, and full length mirror. "Well, Padfoot, I'm getting married."