(Semi inspired by ATYD, no really though)

Remus still hadn't gotten used to how awfully everything had gone. War had been imminent growing up in Hogwarts but they had lived in that childish oblivion that felt like absolutely nothing could ever go wrong and life was completely perfect.

How wrong they were. Now Remus lived in his apartment alone, barely being able to drag himself out of bed if Grant hadn't been round to pull his sorry and drunken ass off his floor. The muggle man didn't have a clue what had truly happened but never cared as Remus ranted again and again.

But Remus had finally picked himself uo and reached out to get a job at Hogwarts. That had been nice and he'd been able to watch over Harry, even if the boy had an uncanny similarity to James and Lily that almost made Remus grab another bottle.

Then...well, then the Daily Prophet had shown him. Sirius. Looking so...wrong. the picture wasn't of the man he loved. It wasn't of his Sirius. This was a shell that Azkaban had carved out and taken all the joy from.

It had been one dim evening marking papers at his apartment. Grant had been round earlier and Remus's werewolf nose could still smell his scent vaguely. It was nice, something he had come to associate with comfort over the years.

Suddenly the door knocked and Remus tensed. He frowned at how late it was before grabbing his wand and getting up before making his way to the door. Remus doubted it would be anything good.

His hand unlocked the door and yanked it open only to completely freeze, his wand clattering to the floor. No...it can't be. Remus swallowed but the face infront of him, no matter how hollow or broken, was undoubtedly his lost love. His stolen bestfriend. The stars that twinkled along with his full moons. Sirius.