Lily needed a moment as well, drying her now damp cheeks with a small handkerchief from the pocket of her cardigan and sniffling as she watched Remus seemed to absorb all the truly terrible things that had happened all over again.

"Harry's wonderful Remus," she began, brightening in an instant as she fished through her handbag of a photograph of the little boy to show him. He was settled in the middle of her sitting room, clapping in delight as a paper butterfly fluttered just within the frame of the shot.