Remus was an idiot. He was a fool. The man had sentenced two of his best friends to die and had murdered a third in broad daylight. The man, who Remus could not bring himself to name, had told unforgivable lies. And yet still, knowing all of that, Remus wished him no harm. They would have had him captured, as they should have. He would have been sent to Azkaban for life. And yet a part of Remus wished desperately that he had found a way to escape. A part of Remus still loved Sirius Black, and always irrevocably would.