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SIRIUS HAD BEEN IN PAIN SINCE JAMES AND LILY WERE KILLED. He had hoped that he’d be able to care for their son, to help him grow but, that hadn’t been the case at the time. Instead, he was framed. He had so many parts of his life that he’d thought, at the time, were still accessible. To be in Lily and James’ lives; to watch as Harry grew. Then there was Remus, but he had become accustomed to the pining. It was strangely nice to just leave it at that. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m bloody gorgeous.” He quipped back at the blond. Then whatever arrogance had manifested on his features dropped. He didn’t really know how to respond. Remus words were so straight-forward. “Obviously. You’re not stupid, after all. If I was the one who did it, I would’ve tried to kill you by now.” He’d survived next to actual criminals. At this point, he knew more about killing than he cared to admit. “Harry’s been staying with me.” That was weird. He knew that was weird but it only got weirder, “He, uh, doesn’t remember anything.”

His brows raised at the show of arrogance and there is the smallest of smiles , a shake of his head. he wasn’t wrong , sirius always had a charm about him. even as he faced an unspeakable wear and tear -- it never truly vanished.  ❝ the motive hardly made any sense , you were the first to know james . none of it truly added up to what the tabloids were feeding on. ❞  as much as they turned the accusations in that direction -- a part of him always couldn’t get onboard with it. his next choice of words caused his back to straighten and his eyes narrowed.  ❝ harry ? he’s here ? ❞ and with no memories nonetheless.  ❝ i shouldn’t be too surprised then . . . lily is here as well , her memories aren’t intact either. ❞

REMUS LUPIN WASN’T EXACTLY WHO SIRIUS THOUGHT HE’D RUN INTO. He also looked different; aged both from time and from what he assumed was heartache. Made enough sense. He’d lost all of his best friends in one singular night. He had thought about Remus throughout his time in Azkaban. Whether or not he was okay, WHETHER OR NOT REMUS THOUGHT SIRIUS KILLED THEIR FRIENDS. That would break his own heart. And, quite frankly, he had figured that Remus did, in fact, think that. Which caused him to fall uncharacteristically silent as he poured Remus’ drink for him. “You know, Moony, you did really grow into your facial structure. I’d worried about you. Thought maybe you’d look vaguely wolfish for the rest of time.” He quipped, voice a little strained while his heartbeat quickened out of sheer panic.

REMUS HAD BEEN THE LAST OF THEM , sirius being locked away and azkaban and peter pettigrew supposedly murdered. suffice to say -- moony had been existing as well as he possibly could. from the outside he could have anyone fooled on how well put together he is. but assuming so would be a mistake . his arrival at hogwarts was his biggest step in the public , he never thought a werewolf could be a profressor but dumbledore thought otherwise and had other plans for him. his brow quirked at the jab  ❝ can’t say i was handed the same relief , you look like devil snare isn’t through with you   , padfoot. ❞  he put in lightly though his expression could be a hard one to read .  ❝  i’m aware it wasn’t you. ❞ he decided to let that weight fall off the moment.   he had his doubts , he’s always had his doubts.