Prompt: it's the season of grace coming out of the void
where a man is saved by a voice in the distance
it's the season of possible miracle cures
where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown
where time begins to fade
and age is welcome home
it's the season of eyes meeting over the noise
and holding fast with sharp realization
it's the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention
you are safe here you know now

don't forget
don't forget I love
I love
I love you

it's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart
of feeling the full weight of our burdens
it's the season of bowing our heads in the wind
and knowing we are not alone in fear
not alone in the dark

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Remus sat easily in the chair nearest the fire, a book opened in his lap while a slew of other students chattered loudly nearby. James was nearby, talking quietly to Lily who was, for the first time, looking at him with something other disdain. Meanwhile, Peter was embattled with Sirius over a game of chess. It was clear that Sirius had the upper hand, but as Remus gazed at the hunted look in Peter's eyes, it was clear that he was prepared to make a sneak attack that would win him the game.

Someone shouted loudly nearby and Sirius looked up sharply. Remus looked away toward the fire before he could catch him watching. Only two weeks had passed now. The fire flickered merrily in the hearth and Remus felt the urge to look at Sirius and Peter once again. He had barely spoken to Sirius in the last two weeks and every time Peter and James had been present. Finally, with a small sigh, he looked toward Sirius only to find the gray eyes on him and Peter cheering his victory while James snickered and Lily tried to hide her laughter.

The noise seemed to melt away. Sirius smiled sadly at him from across the room, his eyes desperate, conveying some hope that things could go back to the way they had been two weeks before, and the despair that they would not. Remus locked eyes with him and realized suddenly that it was over and that there would be no more averted looks, no more awkward conversations, and that everything was okay. The wounds had healed.

He smiled.