[ Harry throws himself into a hug without even thinking about it, squeezing tightly. ]
It's two thousand for me, Remus. Two years since the war. Are you...? [ He doesn't finish, but pushes some space between them, looking into Remus' eyes. He doesn't want to be the bearer of bad news. ]
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It's two thousand for me, Remus. Two years since the war. Are you...? [ He doesn't finish, but pushes some space between them, looking into Remus' eyes. He doesn't want to be the bearer of bad news. ]