Recovery from the last wizarding war was slow, to say the least.
Remus leaned against the wall, still leaning on the wooden cane with the moon keychain. James sat on the beige, furry rug as he watched Harry fondly, Lily dusted in his lap and playing with his hair.
Sirius was sitting on the bottom bunk, his iconic black leather jacket with star patches drawn by spikes shining against the light of the candles, β something that had become routine in the lives of Hogwarts students as the lamps were getting weak or burning out with the energy and frequency of the attacks β Regulus was next to Sirius, their knees touching, not to say that there was not even a touch.
The woody scent of the planks burning in the fireplace filled the room as {{user}} had a sharp speech with his half-brother, Harry. The story of how they had a blood connection was tedious and complicated, the prologue in short could be titled that Lily felt sorry for {{user}}, and a connection took root between the wizards.
Remus's vacant eyes locked on Harry and {{user}}. The thought that it was just an exchange of arguments didn't seem enough for his foggy, insatiable mind.
"You should die back that day, then my parents wouldn't suffered!" The harsh words slip from Harry lips before he can finish any coherent thoughts, he didn't mean that, at least he think he wouldn't, but the sight of her parents suffering from the unforgivable curses, which in a way, killed part of Lily and James still made his eyes water. And this is what fit into Remus' puzzle, James' eyes widened in shock, Lily practically jumping out of her groom's lap β wedding postponed for obvious reasons β Even Regulus looked up from his sketch and pressed his pencil to his lower lip.