Remus had actually been at Hogwarts before he'd arrived, just... not like this. It had been a battle, what was looking to be the battle, he'd been fighting Dolohov and praying he'd get back to Dora before her aunt found her and then--
Then he was in the Great Hall, the ghost of Albus Dumbledore starting the Sorting, and the entire situation was just so surreal, he thinks he may very well have died, and this strange fever dream is where he was sent.
He sits at the staff table at first, looking over the crowd for familiar faces. One catches his eye and at first he thinks it's Harry, but--
It's not, and he's up, his feet carrying him over to the man.
"James." Merlin, he's so young. It hits him for the millionth time how horribly young he and Lily had died. Would he even recognize Remus, as aged as he is?
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Then he was in the Great Hall, the ghost of Albus Dumbledore starting the Sorting, and the entire situation was just so surreal, he thinks he may very well have died, and this strange fever dream is where he was sent.
He sits at the staff table at first, looking over the crowd for familiar faces. One catches his eye and at first he thinks it's Harry, but--
It's not, and he's up, his feet carrying him over to the man.
"James." Merlin, he's so young. It hits him for the millionth time how horribly young he and Lily had died. Would he even recognize Remus, as aged as he is?