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.
