Summary
Sirius wished he had said something– something different– all those years ago, at seventeen. Now here they were, Remus hefting the Sword of Gryffindor with a tired smile. "We might catch them this time. I hope you can handle it." Sirius made himself grin back. "I've been ready since the First War." OR: Sirius thinks he's not who he used to be and Remus who loves him as he is now.