Now that everything was back to normal, Harry visited the Compound more often. When there was a whole city to explore, he would zoom around on his broom, looking at all the alleys and shops and people. Now it was back to jungle, which was fun to fly around too, but he had all the time in the world to explore it.

Head full of thoughts of Kate and Quidditch (as it usually was), Harry headed down the hall to check on the state of his laundry. He heard the doors to the stairs open, the sound of someone falling, and his head jerked up in alarm.

...There was a naked man sprawled on the floor.

That stopped Harry in his tracks for a long moment. He wasn't sure what to do with that.

Then a helping instinct kicked in and he sprinted to the man's side. Harry did not know what to do, but that didn't matter. The man was obviously hurt and exhausted, and where he wasn't bleeding, he was covered in scars.

"It's alright," he said, dropping to his knees beside the man. "You're okay. I'm-- Remus?"

Harry's eyes went wide behind thin wire frames and he rocked back on his heels. His entire body froze as he nearly forgot how to breathe.

Remus was back.