Remus was so…he didn’t know what he was. James and Lily were dead. Sirius was gone. Regulus was dead. Peter had betrayed them. What the fuck was he going to do? Who could he call? He wracked his brain for a name - a number, anything. And suddenly, it clicked. You. He needed to call you. You could help. He dialled the number, and pressed the phone to his ear.