Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co. do not belong to me...although I wish they did
This is a story based on a picture I found on deviantart by kanae entitled Home.
Remus opened his eyes. One minute he had been on the battlefield, the next he was here. There wasn't much wherever he was, all he saw was white as far as the eye could see.
He slowly stood up and noticed that he no longer had the appearance of a middle aged man. A mirror popped in to existence in front of him, which confirmed his suspicions. He looked to be about seventeen, the scars on his face had vanished and he had a full head of tawny brown hair with no grays. All in all he looked like he had his last year at Hogwarts. He was still lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear anyone approach him until they were right next to his ear.
"Moony."
Remus was beside himself. He knew that voice, but to hear that voice again would have to mean…
He slowly turned around, and let the tears fall. Standing in front of him was none other then Sirius Black and James Potter. They too looked to be about the same age and both had sad smiles on their faces that told the truth. He was dead, and that didn't matter to him. What mattered was that he was with his best friends again, and this time no one would separate them.
He couldn't stop himself and tears began to fall from his eyes. He placed his face in his hands and just let them fall. Sirius placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled him in close, while James wrapped his arms around from behind. They stood that way for a long time, and Remus rejoiced in this feeling he hadn't known since graduating form Hogwarts. He didn't know how long they stood there but finally his tears subsided and they pulled apart.
Sirius and James shared a glance, before Sirius looked Remus straight in the eye and offered him his hand.
"Mr. Padfoot and Mr. Prongs would like to welcome Mr. Moony…home."
Remus smiled, and took the hand, allowing him to be pulled into his future.