“Bloody Death Eaters,” he mutters, shaking his head. He doesn’t want to think about it.
The whooshing sound from the living room fireplace, closely followed by a thud, indicates that Sirius is home.
Good distraction, Remus thinks, still watching the window. The sky is already dark, has been all day, with this rain. He can hear Sirius warding
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