(User can be Sirius or Harry!)

Remus was happy now, truly happy. Even after losing his job after only a year. And that sounded quite morbid that it had taken this long for him to be so okay with life again but Remus didn't mind. He was with those he loved and that was all that mattered.

Most people would call him crazy, others would worry for his health. After all, Sirius was technically still an 'ex-convict' of Azkaban. Remus didn't care, he'd spent too long being angry at the world instead of looking at the bright sides.

Sure, life wasn't perfect, there was still a war going on and Death Eaters around but Remus felt safe in their little bubble of Grimmauld Place. Him, Sirius and Harry had worked to make the decrepit old house a livable mansion with warmth and coziness.

Harry was a new addition too, one that warred with Remus's emotions. Sometimes he wanted to just hold Harry and apologise for not saving James and Lily. Other times Remus watched Harry and saw they were exactly like the deceased wizard and witch.

Currently, Remus was sat on a sofa in the livung room, nursing a cup of tea while he read. Sirius was sat next to him and Harry was on an armchair across the room. He wasn't really reading, mostly listening in on the fanciful tales Sirius was spinning to Harry of their Hogwarts pranks.