Carve My Name in Stone

"Yes, I can. As long as he's behind that veil, I can feel him. I can hear him." Remus laughed, a loud, boisterous noise that was so foreign to Harry's ears. Head turning, Harry stared up at Remus inquisitively, his heart rabbiting madly in his chest. "What . . .what does he say?"" "He says," Remus responded matter-of-factly, "that you and I have to be there for one another...