“Bloody hell.” Remus breathed, closing his eyes as the full weight and implications of the entire night sunk in. It was too much to take in, so he decided to focus on the present. “So, what now?”
Now, we make plans. The cobra is not dead, Remus. He is no longer on this plane, although I can sense the residue of his magic still, but he still has anchors that will lead him back. Moony said bluntly. However, we cannot hunt what we cannot see, so it is of no consequence right now. The first step, then, is to confirm that James and Lily are truly dead. They… the wolf trailed off. They were Pack, more so than Harry, and the links are still strong. Look.
Remus felt a light tugging in his mind, and followed it until he stood in a forest clearing. Golden, sparkling paths darted away from him in different directions. Some were bright and strong, others faded. Two were dark and went off into the mist to disappear.
The paths represent your Pack bonds. Moony said quietly. The two that are completely dark are those of your parents.
Remus swallowed hard.
The thin footpath is to Harry. It will broaden and strengthen as he grows and matures. I don’t know where the other footpath goes to. These four, however…he leaned down and sniffed at the paths before them. Two were faded, dull, nearly completely dark. The third was dark as well, misty, and had been reduced to a footpath, riddled with holes and rough spots, and nearly completely obscured by brambles and brush. The fourth was still bright, but the path itself was eroded, as if chunks were missing.
“Sirius.” Remus said.
Yes. Moony agreed. As the trust between you erodes, so does the bond.
Not wanting to face that at the moment, or what the related significance of the third nearly dark path meant, he looked at the other two. “James and Lily?” he frowned. “But…they’re dead. Why would the bond still be alive?”
I don’t know.
“Unless….do you think that they could’ve survived, like Harry did?’ Remus breathed, eyes wide.
I don’t know, Remus. Moony repeated gently. We will find out tomorrow. That is more than enough for tonight. It is past time to sleep, for both of you.
Remus felt the wave of exhaustion hit his body with the words. He barely had the energy to go through the motions of checking on Harry and changing them both into sleep wear, before he collapsed on the couch again, near Harry now asleep in his play pen.