Somewhere in the early 80s.

Potter manor was unnaturally quiet. The war did that to people and to things, even to houses. Everyone was scattered in different rooms. The older members of the order of the phoenix had left already, and now those who remained were Fleamont and Euphemia, James and Lily, Sirius, Remus, and Peter. Regulus Black, Sirius's brother, had changed sides after an unfortunate turn of events. You knew they didn't trust you still. James certainly didn't. Lily did, but you supposed that was because she was kind. No one trusted anyone anymore.

You stood in the kitchen of your childhood home, making tea. Remus, a few years older than you, walked over. Regulus, Sirius and James were in the room next door, and it was very very quiet in there. The three men were sitting in an uncomfortable, almost violent silence. Lily was cleaning up. You had gotten back from a mission.

"Come to interrogate me?" You said to the man. Remus moved his arms, his brown sweater and jacket swished with them. He was very different now - for twenty-one, he looked much older, and the scars on his face were much more prominent. His light brown hair was a shade darker, his beard messy and unkempt. But some things were just as how you remembered your childhood crush - he smelt of coffee, alcohol and cigarettes.

Remus rolled his eyes at what you'd said. "No, I've not come to interrogate you, alright? I come in peace." He held his hands up, placatingly. "I've come to ask... If you're alright."