Remus
Remus had sniffed all over this damn castle and he and his inner wolf were no more the wiser for what felt like hours. No Harry. No Harry Potter Black Cub scent anywhere. Worry and anxiety battered at his heart, and he lost himself in the hundreds of rooms and corridors and staircases of the ancient castle. Harry. Sirius. Tom. Albus. He finally caught a scent and was flying through the castle at blinding speed before he realized it wasn’t his original target, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop as tears burned his eyes.
He nearly bowled over Sirius Black and Draco Malfoy, both of whom he held for dear life and kissed on both cheeks as Draco spluttered and turned red and Sirius laughed and cried.
“You’re like ice,” he muttered and then kissed Sirius deeply. “But you look much better than when I last saw you.”
“Can’t say the same, I’m afraid.” Sirius laughed.
“Sirius, I do not pretend to understand your relationships but at least tell me that Lupin knows!” Draco was staggering back from the both of them. “I don’t…I have no idea what you’re on about. Lupin isn’t…well…posh by any stretch, but he’s a deal better to you than you deserve. I can’t stand by and watch you snog a…aren’t you an old teacher? Bloody hell, Sirius, you already had a young, fit, bloody lovely teacher and you’re cheating with this bloke? He’s only got one foot!”
Sirius collapsed into him, laughing so hard he could hardly breathe. “I know your scent, love,” Sirius laughed into his shoulder. “So don’t fuss about that part.”
“I completely forgot,” Remus chortled. “Honestly, Draco, you’re becoming a lovely sort of person yourself…”
“Do not address me by my first name. We are not friends. I hope Remus Black takes the whole bloody manor in the divorce and ends up the dark lord to boot. Fucking idiot. What the actual fuck?” Draco stormed ahead. “I hope there’s another bloody basilisk in here to eat both of you alive.”
“I guess you did win him over this summer, Moony,” Sirius sighed happily and kissed his neck. “And you were worried.”
Remus, honestly, felt a little choked up. “I think he loves me.”
“Well, of course he does,” Sirius scoffed. “No one can help that. Now, Remus, we’re headed for Myrtle’s Bathroom. Ron and Severus were headed there, and it’s probably the way to Harry. I’ve been in the wards and last I saw, Harry’s fine. Also, I think Dumbledore is dead. And Harry…you know how you have a furry little problem…?”