Remus Lupin knew his first lesson had been a success when everyone laughed with Neville. He relaxed for the first time since arriving at the castle and focused towards Harry.

Sorrow froze his aching heart as the similarity to James struck Remus. He had known he'd be called upon to help the moment he saw the article about him.

The man everyone was searching for. A traitor. His lover. A servant to Lord Voldemort. The man who was his life.

Remus snapped to attention when Harry stepped forward. The last image Remus imagined before stopping Harry was Sirius. His everything.