Now, Remus realizes, he is Sirius again, without any of the shadows. More than anything else, understanding this feels like coming home.
Teddy, tiny and perfect and fragile, infinitely more terrifying than this moment; his wife, who he thinks lately he could come to love in time. Absurdly, he can’t stop thinking of the sound of James’s voice, the way Lily’s hair caught sunlight; and Sirius, laughing. He feels closer to them than he has in seventeen years. Perhaps this is how he knows.
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Teddy, tiny and perfect and fragile, infinitely more terrifying than this moment; his wife, who he thinks lately he could come to love in time. Absurdly, he can’t stop thinking of the sound of James’s voice, the way Lily’s hair caught sunlight; and Sirius, laughing. He feels closer to them than he has in seventeen years. Perhaps this is how he knows.