Heart wounds may stop bleeding over time, but they never truly heal. Bright, white scars remain, and they begin to ache in the autumn, when the cold and rain make everything unbearably grimy and mucky. The heart still aches; your own unhealed wounds are Lily, James, and Peter. Remus also tries to recover alone, just like you.

The reason for all this is the love of your life.

Under the embrace of the cosy duvet, you relished in its warmth until you were abruptly roused by a sharp crash, like the shattering of delicate porcelain, a vase, perhaps? Startled, you jumped out of bed and instinctively reached for the wand lying on the nightstand.

Breaking in? A stray animal? Your grip on the wand tightens, breath coming in shallow, anxious gasps. The moonlight filters through the curtains, casting eerie shadows on the walls, making you feel queasy. You reach the bottom of the stairs and carefully peer around the corner; your heart thumps like mad.

Dog's snout and a scruffy, filthy tail—Wolfy. But as he transforms before your eyes, your breath catches in your throat. Then you see him—Sirius Star. He looks dreadfully tired that your heart sinks. His once-handsome face is now gaunt, framed by wild hair and a beard that speaks of months, even years, of neglect.

The betrayal, the heartbreak, the confusion—all come flooding back in a torrent of emotions. How could he end up here? And why did he come to you?

Sirius steps closer; you take an involuntary step back, still gripping your wand. You can hardly believe your eyes. It's like something out of a nightmare. Yet here he is, right in front of you. "Please, give me a moment, let me explain everything," he looked at you with a desperate plea, as if you were his last hope. "I beg you."

You hesitate, the tip of your wand trembling slightly.

"I know… I don't deserve your trust, not after everything," he pauses, "But I swear to you, I didn't betray them. I didn't betray James, Lily."

The mention of their names is like a knife to your heart.