Chapter Three

The twins deposited Sirius into Remus' bed, then thanked Harry for the fun and adventure and went home. Remus told Harry to get some sleep; he would watch over Sirius and make sure he was all right. Harry agreed, but after half an hour staring at the ceiling, he gave up and made tea.

"What now?" he asked in a hushed voice, not wanting to startle Sirius awake.

"I haven't the foggiest," Remus said. "Admittedly, I didn't really plan the 'what next'. I didn't expect it to work."

"I'd think that you'd be more accepting of crazy plans working out," Harry pointed out. Remus couldn't help but smile slightly.

"I think we'd best go see Dumbledore," he finally said.

Harry grimaced.

"I know, I know," Remus said with a sigh. "He's probably not going to be too happy with us. But, well, it turned out for the best, right?" He gave Harry a crooked smile. "So he probably won't yell. I'd like to keep Sirius at Hogwarts, if he'll let me . . ."

"Where?" Harry asked. "I don't think we should put him near Snape. Anywhere. In the same county."

Remus let out a little snort. "Dumbledore might let me use the Requirement Room . . . that would probably be best, since no one else uses it for much except in an emergency. And Sirius might not feel quite as cooped up if his scenery could change."

"And we'd both be able to visit him," Harry said, pleased at this idea. "Or in your case, just stay with him."

Remus smiled slightly. "Yes . . . but I don't know how to go see Dumbledore without bringing you and Sirius along, and I'd really prefer not to . . . at least, not until Sirius has calmed some. I can't ask Tonks and Bill to stay again, because what if Sirius woke up? That could be a small disaster."

"We could wait until he wakes up and then go see Dumbledore. Or you could."

"I don't want to bring him there until I've had a chance to talk to Dumbledore myself. And I don't want to just leave the two of you alone, because I've no idea how Sirius would react to danger. He seems to have lost his wand, as well."

"Well . . . how was he when you went to get him?" Harry asked.

"He seemed very unstable," Remus said. "Not that Sirius was ever much for stability in the first place. Oh, by the way, your parents say that they love you and they're always watching out for you." Remus delivered this comment off-handedly, almost distractedly.

Harry stared at him. "Oh," he managed.

"And your mother gave me quite the lecture on letting you break into the Ministry," Remus added.

"Oh dear," Harry managed, thinking of all the parental lectures he was bound to receive when he met them beyond the veil someday.

"On the other hand, James seemed quite proud of you for pulling it off," Remus said. "But I got the feeling that Lily would be lecturing him just as soon as I had left. In any case, as James said, getting killed didn't make Sirius any more sane . . . and he was never particularly sane to begin with, as you may have noticed."

"It was becoming apparent," Harry admitted.

"Still, there must be some way . . . I wouldn't really trust the twins to guard you, and the fewer people who know Sirius is alive again, the better . . . because I'm loath to find out what would happen if Voldemort found out about it."

Harry shuddered. "Maybe you could send Dumbledore an owl asking him to come here," he suggested.

"That's not a bad idea," Remus said, brightening. He glanced around for Hedwig, but the owl was still out on her nightly hunt. "Ah well, I suppose it can wait until morning. That's -- "

He was interrupted by a quiet knock on the door. Both he and Harry jumped a foot in the air, then looked at each other guiltily. Remus cleared his throat, then went to the front door and looked through the peephole. "Oh," he said, sounding startled, and pulled the door open. Dumbledore strolled in as if visiting at four o'clock in the morning was something perfectly normal. "Ah -- good to see you," Remus managed.

"And you as well," Dumbledore said, giving him a smile. "Although you don't actually seem that pleased, and Harry looks something like he has just swallowed a toad."

"It's been a long night," Remus said.

"So I heard," Dumbledore said. "Imagine my surprise about a week ago, when Severus asked me to not be disturbed for four days, as he had received an order for a rather complicated potion."

Harry's jaw dropped, if possible, further. "Snape made it?" he asked, somehow thinking it was funny.

"Professor Snape, Harry," Dumbledore corrected, for what seemed like the hundredth time. "And yes, he was responsible for your draught of the living dead. Since he asked for four days specifically, I knew that's what it had to be. A few discreet inquiries of my own . . . and it was not terribly difficult to guess what you two were up to."

"Oh, he's going to be right annoyed," Harry said brightly, thinking of Snape's face when he heard that he had inadvertently helped resurrect Sirius.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Quite."

"Are you angry with us?" Remus asked, hoping that the answer was no.

"Not precisely," Dumbledore said, which wasn't much comfort. "I certainly don't approve of what you did, nor would I have supported you in it . . . but given that the damage is done, it seems best to not worry about it. I did take the time to make sure your path would be clear . . . I didn't see any sense in letting one or the both of you get arrested."

"Thanks," Harry said, the word squeaking out.

"The one thing that I was unable to ascertain was whether or not you were successful." Dumbledore fixed Remus with a look over the rims of his glasses. "Where is Sirius, Remus?"

Wordlessly, Remus pointed to his bedroom.

"Then you were successful, were you not?" Dumbledore asked.

Remus nodded, looking a strange combination of guilty and defiantly pleased with himself.

"How is he?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

"He seemed very confused," Harry said.

Remus explained what James and Lily had told him, and Sirius' behavior while they were still beyond the veil. "He's been asleep ever since we got back, about two hours ago now," he said. "Honestly . . . as glad as I am to have him back . . . I'm not sure he'll ever truly recover."

Harry opened his mouth to speak, then shut it and said nothing, feeling gloomy.

"I'm assuming you were going to ask to bring him to Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked. "The Requirement Room would be well-suited to such a task as bringing him around . . . and certainly better than leaving him at Grimmauld Place again. Now that the Ministry is being a little less . . . vehement . . . I think Hogwarts should be safe as long as he doesn't do anything rash."

Remus nodded. "Yes. If that's all right."

"Indeed it is," Dumbledore said. "Harry, I think, you may spend the rest of your visit there as well, but then you will have to return home for at least another few weeks of your summer vacation."

Harry wilted, but he knew that Dumbledore was right. He also knew that it might help if Remus had a clear field with Sirius for a while, to help bring him back to earth. He wished that there was some way he could tell Ron and Hermione -- he felt that he might burst with being unable to tell the news.

"I suppose I need not impress the secrecy of this upon you?" Dumbledore asked, giving them both a firm look. "I do not plan on even informing the Order . . . for Voldemort has had spies among the Order before." He smiled at Harry. "I presume, of course, that you will be informing Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger . . . but it would be best if the information stops there."

"Er," Remus said, "Fred and George Weasley know. They helped us with the planning."

Dumbledore looked slightly startled at this, then smiled. "An excellent choice. And I do not believe they will mention this to anybody."

"They won't," Harry piped up. "I made them swear."

"Very good, then," Dumbledore said. "I just so happened to bring a Portkey with me, so if you'd like to be off . . . Harry, you can leave your things here, and I'm sure Hedwig will find us there . . . might want to grab some clothes, though . . ."

Harry and Remus packed hastily. Sirius still hadn't stirred from sleep when Remus carefully lifted him up, and they grasped the Portkey together. As usual, after the slightly disorienting sensation, Harry found himself standing in Dumbledore's office. The others popped into existence with him.

"You remember the way to the Requirement Room?" Dumbledore asked them. Harry and Remus both nodded. "In that case, off with you both. I have work to do. I believe that as soon as Dobby realizes you're here, you'll be supplied with anything you need that the room itself does not provide."

Harry winced at the thought of Dobby trying to help, but when he did come through, it worked rather marvellously. If he didn't wind up with a broken arm, that was. He helped Remus get Sirius up again, and they both thanked Dumbledore profusely, before leaving the office.

"Well, that went better than expected," Remus said. "Now let's do this quickly before we run into anyone else . . ."

They hastened up the staircases and fortunately made it without running into anyone, although the paintings were all gossiping among themselves. Harry walked back and forth past the wall while Remus held Sirius, thinking about needing a safe place for Sirius to recover.

The door appeared and they went inside. Remus was pleased to see that the room was just as good as ever. It was now a large bedroom with a few big windows, a comfortable bed, and endtable, and a bookshelf full of things he could imagine Sirius wanting to read.

"What happens if someone else needs the room while we're inside it?" Harry asked curiously, while Remus settled Sirius on the bed.

"I imagine part of it splits off and becomes a separate room," Remus said, "although I've never seen it done. Which is amazing, with the number of scrapes that Hogwarts students get into . . ."

With little better to do, Harry and Remus played some rounds of Exploding Snap while they waited for Sirius to wake up. Fortunately, it didn't explode too loudly.

"Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby peeked in the door. Harry found, oddly enough, that he was actually glad to see the house-elf. Dobby was all beaming and bows. "Dobby heard that Harry Potter was in the castle! Dumbledore himself gave Dobby the honor of looking after you, sir!"

Harry grinned at him. "All right, but you mustn't tell anyone else that we're here," he said. "Not even the other house-elves!"

"Dobby promises, Harry Potter sir," Dobby said. "The other house-elves don't have much time for Dobby anyway. Dobby has brought some lunch!" He turned around and lugged a tray inside. Harry found that he was suddenly absolutely starving.

Between himself and Remus, they demolished the platter of food within ten minutes.

"Should Dobby get more food, sir?" Dobby asked, noting this.

"We'd be most appreciative," Remus said with a slight smile. "And some tea would be nice."

"Of course, sir! Any friend of Harry Potter is a friend of Dobby, sir!" Dobby hastily grabbed the tray and scampered out of the room.

"Maybe we should have eaten yesterday," Harry remarked.

"Or for the past month," Remus added dryly.

"Well, it wasn't my fault," Harry said.

"Like you would have eaten even if they'd given you all the food you wanted," Remus remarked.

"Oh, shut up," Harry said mildly. After everything they had done over the past week, retaining the formality he normally would with a professor seemed a little silly. Dobby came in with another tray full of food, this one larger. After a lot of bowing, he hastened off to do his chores.

"We should leave some for Sirius," Remus said, and removed a portion so he and Harry wouldn't forget and eat it anyway. "Although he hates porridge, I can't imagine his stomach will take much of anything else after having not eaten for so long . . ."

Harry nodded, shoveling food into his face. Even after everything else that had made him so miserable during the year, it was hard to care about any of it now that Sirius was back. When they finally put the tray aside, he felt better than he had in months, possibly years.

There was a slight groan from the bed, and Harry and Remus both hurried over. Sirius' eyes opened and he looked around for a few seconds, before panic set in and he scrambled to the far corner of the bed, holding the blankets up to his chest like they might protect him.

"Sirius, it's okay," Remus said hastily. "It's me. It's Remus."

Sirius blinked at him a few times. "M-Moony?" he managed, his voice quivering.

"Yes, it's me," Remus said reassuringly. "And Harry."

Sirius' eyes flicked over to Harry, and he frowned, shaking his head slightly. "James?" he asked weakly. "I thought I had died . . ."

"Well, you had," Remus said matter-of-factly, knowing there was no better way to answer that statement. "But you're back now. We fixed it."

Sirius shook his head again. "No. You can't fix that."

"I know it seems rather unlikely," Remus said, not sure whether Sirius was convinced that he was still dead or convinced that he had never died. Harry sat back and watched, because he didn't have a clue what to say. "But it really happened."

"I remember talking to James . . . and Lily . . . and then I died . . ."

"No, you died before talking to James and Lily," Remus said firmly. "And then I came to get you, and now you're alive again."

"My head hurts," Sirius mumbled.

"You should probably eat something," Remus told him. "I know that this is all very confusing and disorienting, but just remember that you're here, and we're here with you. You're going to be all right, Sirius. I promise."

"Where are we?" Sirius asked, looking around and showing interest in their surroundings for the first time.

"At Hogwarts. Tucked away safely."

Sirius peered around. "I've never been here before," he said.

"Actually, you have," Remus told him. "We're in the Room of Requirement."

"It ate all the books that we used to make the map," Sirius said fuzzily. "Didn't it?"

"A few of them are still here," Remus said. "But most of them have gone. We don't need them anymore."

"Harry," Sirius said suddenly, finally blinking at him.

"Er, yeah," Harry said with an awkward smile. "Hi."

Sirius sat up and hugged him hard, wrapping his arms around him tightly. "I thought they were going to kill you," he managed.

Harry blinked at this, noting that Sirius simply couldn't track either conversation or time properly. "It's all right," he said. "You saved me, and now we're both fine, right?"

"I don't think I am," Sirius said.

"But you will be," Harry insisted.

"If you say so," Sirius agreed.

Remus backed away, letting them hug. He picked up the bowl of porridge and heated it quickly with his wand, then brought it over. "Here, lunch," he said, putting the bowl on the sidetable.

Sirius looked at the food and realized he was starving. He ate a few mouthfuls, then suddenly felt like throwing up. He turned green, putting a hand over his mouth. Remus winced, hesitantly stroking his back. "You okay?" he asked.

Sirius shook his head no. "Feel awful," he said faintly.

"It sort of stands to reason," Remus said gently. "You were dead for over a month."

"I don't remember," Sirius said.

"That's okay," Remus assured him. "It'll come back gradually. Let's just concentrate on getting through this day by day."

Sirius nodded. "I'm tired," he said.

"Get some more rest, then." Remus helped him lie down and kissed his forehead. "We'll be right here if you need anything."

"I don't have to go home, do I?" he asked.

"Never again," Remus promised.

"Horrible place," Sirius muttered, his eyes closing. He was asleep a few minutes later.

"Well," Remus said, "that went somewhat better than expected."

"What were you expecting?" Harry asked, alarmed. He didn't think it had gone particularly well at all.

Remus shrugged. "I don't know. But he knew us, he was glad to see us -- those are two very good things. It took him a minute, but he's obviously having trouble keeping track of time. I think it'll get better, once he's more used to being back on this side."

"And you really did see my parents?" Harry asked.

Remus nodded. "And they seem quite well, despite being dead."

"Well, that's good. Or . . . you know what I mean."

Remus nodded again, then gave a smile that looked uncharacteristic on his worn face. "I can't believe we actually did it," he said with a laugh.

"This takes the cake over everything else I've ever done," Harry agreed.

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Remus went to see Madame Pomfrey that afternoon to see if he could get something for Sirius' nausea, so he would be able to eat. She looked at him quite suspiciously, but as he mentioned nothing about anyone coming back from the dead, gave him the potion without questioning too heavily.

When he came back, there were two more beds in the room. He looked at them, startled, realizing that the room was at least twice as big. Harry glanced up and shrugged. "I went to use the bathroom, and when I came back, the other beds were here. I guess I was thinking about staying for a few days."

"You didn't run into anyone, did you?" Remus asked.

"It wouldn't have mattered. I brought the Invisibility Cloak. And the map."

"Ah," Remus said. "Not that I trust you to not try to rip Snape's throat out or something like that, but I suppose it'll have to do."

"You can trust me," Harry said, then added darkly, "but don't trust Sirius." He grinned suddenly. "Besides, I don't want to kill him. I want to see his face when he realizes that he helped us bring Sirius back."

Remus let out a rather undignified snort. "Yes, that will be interesting," he said dryly. "But in all honesty, I doubt he'll be finding out for quite some time. Dumbledore obviously wants to keep this as quiet as possible -- I doubt that he's going to tell Snape about it. Not with the past history involved."

"I won't tell him either," Harry said. "But when he does find out, I'm going to be there with a camera. An ordinary one, to freeze the image in place forever."

"Just as long as you make multiple copies," Remus said, yawning. He suddenly realized that he was incredibly tired, most likely because he had been up the entire previous night. Except for the hour in which he was dead, which hadn't been particularly restful. "I think I'm going to nap," he said. "If you'll be all right."

"I'll be fine," Harry said. "I'll just look through the books."

"All right," Remus said with another yawn, crawling into the bed. "G'night," he mumbled, ignoring the fact that it was midday.

"Night," Harry replied.

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Remus dreamed about being beyond the veil again. He would have thought that such a dream would be a nightmare, but it wasn't. Instead, he dreamed about being with James and Lily again, and Sirius was there as well. Despite the misty sameness, it was somehow a comforting dream.

He awoke with a strange ache in his heart. It took him a few minutes to remember where he was and what had happened. Harry was flopped onto the other bed, reading. "You were mumbling in your sleep," he informed Remus, when he sat up, pushing his hair out of his face.

"Really?" Remus asked. "What was I saying?"

Harry shrugged. "I couldn't make out most of it. Near the end, you started to sound upset, though." His voice softened. "I heard you calling for my dad once."

Remus vividly recalled the end of the dream, as he had started to wake, and been dragged away from his friends. Away from the veil. "Oh," he said noncommittally, and changed the subject. "How's Sirius?"

"Asleep still," Harry said. "Although he seems to be having nightmares, too." He paused, then added somewhat awkwardly, "I didn't think it would be a good idea to wake him suddenly."

"Probably all for the best," Remus agreed. He got out of bed and went over to the edge of Sirius' bed, sitting down on the edge of it. Sirius was still tossing slightly, obviously dreaming. "Sirius?" he called quietly. "Sirius, wake up."

This accomplished nothing. Remus frowned, reaching out to gently touch Sirius' cheek, calling his name again. Sirius jerked awake, grabbing Remus' wrist in a grip that was uncomfortably tight. He blinked a few times. "Remus?" he asked, and quickly released his wrist.

"Yeah," Remus said. "You were having a nightmare, I think."

Sirius shook his head. "No, I wasn't."

Remus gave him a curious look, feeling a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. "What were you dreaming about, then?" he asked, trying to keep his tone light and casual.

"I was dead," Sirius said vaguely. "I was dreaming I was dead . . ." His voice was confused, but not upset.

"You dreamed about being beyond the veil again?" Remus surmised.

"Yes," Sirius said. "I don't remember what it looked like, but I was dead. James and Lily were there."

"Well, you're here now," Remus said, wondering if that was going to be comforting or only make Sirius feel worse. "So you don't need to worry anymore. Harry and I are with you, remember? We're at Hogwarts."

Sirius nodded a little. "I remember. At least, I think I do. I'm glad I'm not dead."

Remus made a mental note to look into the aftereffects of being dead, soonest. "I want you to try to eat again, okay?" he asked. "I got some anti-nausea potion from Madame Pomfrey."

Another nod. Sirius accepted the potion and after a few minutes, managed to get down most of the porridge. "I hate porridge," he said, stirring the remaining contents with a slight frown. "It looks like . . . glue."

"I always thought wallpaper paste, myself," Harry said, settling into a chair next to the bed that he wasn't sure had been there before. "Or maybe if you let it get really cold, you could use it as clay."

Remus cleared his throat. "Once you've been back a couple more days, we'll let you have something a little less . . ."

"Disgusting?" Sirius said.

"Not the word I would have picked, but all right," Remus said.

"Couldn't I have soup?"

"Sure," Remus said. "When Dobby comes with supper, we'll ask him if he can get you some soup."

"That sounds okay," Sirius said. "What time is it?"

"It's about four o'clock," Harry chimed in. "You two have been napping almost all afternoon."

"I didn't get any sleep last night," Remus said defensively. "I was up all night, as you may recall, having been there. I'm surprised you haven't dropped dead of exhaustion yet."

Harry shrugged. "I pulled quite a few all-nighters last year to do my schoolwork. I got used to it."

"Why are we here?" Sirius suddenly asked.

They both blinked at him. "Come again?" Remus finally asked.

"Here. Why are we here? I mean, obviously something happened," Sirius said. "Still shaky on that. But . . . why are we here? Shouldn't we be at Grimmauld Place?"

Harry made a face. Remus paused, then said, "If you'd really rather be there . . ."

"I hated it there," Sirius said flatly. "You know I hated it there. But the Order was there, and Harry was there because we were safe."

"We're safe here, too," Remus said. "We're at Hogwarts, remember? Hogwarts is safe. We're going to stay here while you recover, because I don't think being in Grimmauld Place was really good for your mental health. And your mental health could use all the help it can get right now."

"I've been telling people that for ages," Sirius muttered, although whether he meant Remus' comment about Grimmauld Place or about his mental health, they weren't sure. "Why is it safe here now when it wasn't before?"

"Oh, yes," Remus said. "Forgot you wouldn't know about that. We couldn't come here before because the Ministry was investigating every corner of Hogwarts, trying to catch Dumbledore doing something wrong. But now they've backed off, so it's safe to be here."

"When was this?" Sirius asked.

"Very shortly after you died," Remus told him.

"Oh," Sirius replied. "How long ago was that?"

"Just over a month ago."

"No," Sirius said uncertainly. Remus and Harry blinked at him. "I -- no! I can't have just missed a month of my life and not noticed!"

Remus reached out and took both of his hands. "It's probably best that you don't remember exactly what happened beyond the veil," he said in a soothing tone.

"I don't remember being dead!" Sirius protested.

"Well, we do!" Harry half-shouted, starting to get upset. "Believe me, you were! For an entire month! The worst month of my entire life! You may not remember it, but believe me, it happened!"

"I'm sorry I don't remember!" Sirius said, getting upset because Harry was. Remus fought the urge to pull out his hair.

"It's all right that you don't remember," he said, still trying to keep Sirius calm. "Just take our word that it happened, all right? And it'll probably come back to you in time."

Sirius nodded a little.

"I'm sorry I yelled," Harry said in a small voice. "It was just a really long month, that's all."

"No, no," Sirius said. "I think yelling might be good for you."

Harry laughed weakly.

"I'm feeling very disoriented," Sirius said, as if this might somehow be news.

"It's all right," Remus said for what felt like the hundredth time.

"No, really it's not," Sirius said. "I dislike it quite a bit."

Remus coughed. "I really do think it'll get better."

"Oh, good."

This was broken up when Dobby bounced into the room. "Dobby is back, sirs!" he proclaimed gleefully. Sirius flinched away for a few seconds, before realizing that the house-elf in question was not, in fact, Kreacher. Then he calmed slightly. "Dobby has been around the entire castle, Harry Potter sir, and he is sure that no one knows you are here!"

"That's great, Dobby," Harry said, trying to sound enthusiastic. Instead he just sounded sort of wan.

Sirius looked around from behind Remus' shoulder. "Could you do me a favor and not startle me?" he asked, trying to not sound too irritable. "Maybe knock next time?"

Dobby blinked his huge eyes at Sirius before deciding that this sounded like something he could manage. "Yes sir," he said, then turned back to Harry. "Would Harry Potter and his friends like dinner?"

"Yes," Sirius and Harry said in unison. "Can you get some soup for Sirius?" Harry added.

Dobby nodded enthusiastically, his head bobbing up and down in a frenzy and his ears wobbling. He bounded out of the room with a cheery 'Dobby will be right back!'

"You get used to him after a while," Harry said, seeing Sirius' expression. "At least you never woke up with him sitting on you."

"No . . . having Kreacher just stare at one is bad enough," Sirius said. "Like he's thinking about how to poison you or something."

Remus cleared his throat, hoping to steer them off the subject of Kreacher, because eventually it might come up how badly he wanted to wring the house-elf's scrawny neck. He looked up as Sirius started to push back the blankets. "Are you all right to get up?" he asked, concerned.

Sirius shrugged. He put his feet on the floor and got to his feet, then sagged slightly. Remus quickly got up and grabbed him around the waist to keep him from falling. "Now where are you trying to go, you idiot?" he asked.

"I want to see outside," Sirius said.

"Then you should have just said so." Remus helped Sirius over to the window, and Harry shoved over the chair so Sirius could sit down. "Here," he said. "Is this better?"

"Much," Sirius said, trying to soak up the sunlight. "It's been so long."

Dobby came back in with food, although he remembered to knock first. They thanked him, and although he tried to stay longer to bask in the presence of Harry, he managed to shoo him away. "He's really quite nice," he said, seeing the look Sirius was giving him.

"Most house-elves are," Remus said. "Dobby is just particularly . . . unusual."

Harry snorted. After he finished his food, he found his head nodding. Remus shooed him into bed. "He'll only be able to stay a few more days," Remus said, nodding a little at Harry. "He could only get away from the Dursleys that long. After that, it's just going to be me and you for a bit."

Sirius looked shifty-eyed. "But . . . I almost lost him," he said quietly.

"I know," Remus said. "And he won't be any more happy to leave than you will be to see him go, I'm sure. But Dumbledore insists that he stay at the house a certain amount each year, and he still has a few weeks to go. After that, you'll be able to see him plenty."

Sirius nodded a little, leaning to the side so his head was against Remus' stomach. "I'm tired," he said.

Remus reached out and smoothed his hair. "Let me help you back into bed," he said, carefully pulling Sirius to his feet. "The windows will still be here tomorrow."

"All right," Sirius said, allowing Remus to help him into bed. "I missed you," he said. "I don't remember not being near you, but . . . I missed you."

"I missed you too," Remus said quietly. "More than I can say."

Sirius nodded and closed his eyes. Remus hesitated, still sitting on the edge of his bed. Sirius fell asleep holding his hand.

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