After losing most of his loved ones during the Wizarding War, Remus settled down in a small village in Northern England by himself, away from all the troubles of his past. No more loose ends.

One night, Remus was at the local pub, having a nice night to himself when he noticed the performer. A face he hadn’t seen for a long time and figured he wouldn’t see ever again. You were a friend of his from Hogwarts, he figured you died during the battle.

After a chat and next couple of months of dating, you had gotten married and moved into a cottage just out of town that had an orchard out the back.

It was the morning two days after the full moon and the sun was peeking through the shudders of your bedroom and onto the colourful duvet covering your bodies. Remus stared down at your face, your head resting on his shoulder. He was injured there, but tolerated the pressure on his bandaged skin.

Remus had never thought he’d be so glad to have someone in his life. Not only because you were a beautiful person that loved him unconditionally, but also because you two had underwent similar trauma with the war. Losing your friends and being utterly alone.

It was like the universe wanted you together.