“Sirius!” Remus cried desperately. “Focus! Tell me what happened!”
“S’all my fault. I killed them. Dead, all dead, cuz of mee! Should’ve known, shouldn’t of told…” Sirius cackled again before descending once more into mumbling and nonsense. After a moment, he melted down, until the large black dog was once more standing before them. He bared his teeth warningly before moving back into the shadows and lying down, his back pointedly to the world.
*Remus. The Dementors are too strong. I fear it’s too late. We may never know the truth.* Moony said sadly.
“Padfoot…” The wizard pleaded one last time, to no avail. Gritting his teeth, he let the wolf Apparate them away, back home.
Remus took solace in Harry, cuddling the boy and breathing in his scent, so comforting and soothing and familiar. They were in the rocking chair, the motion soothing to them both. The boy was dozing lightly, one chubby hand clutching a lock of Remus’s hair tightly, even in his sleep. The wizard angled his head, carefully working the strands out.
“Grip like a lion, this one.” He chuckled, though his throat was tight with tears. “James would be so proud.”
*He will have a chance to experience it for himself, in two days.* Moony replied lightly. *Is everything set? Do you have the antidote?*
The wizard nodded, careful not to rouse the sleeping child on his chest. “Yes. They were wary about accepting all of us, but are willing to at least give us sanctuary until we can figure out our next move. I never would have thought of that particular location.”
*Wolf Haven Sanctuary in Washington State has long been a haven for magicals of all types who just want to live in peace by the old ways, instead of being governed. That includes werewolves and a father and son pair who somehow have both done the impossible and survived the Killing Curse.* The wolf said drily. *The main difference is that they will not ask questions, and will not reveal our location.*
“I sure hope so.” Remus murmured sleepily. “Else we’re all buggered…”