"I mean, I always had bags under my eyes too. People always asked me if I was sick when I wasn't and now I feel like my body owed them something. It's a load of shit." Harry made himself sit upright and ran his fingers through his hair again. "What do you think of the new look? I told Hartley I look like I'm in the twink military."

"It's not bad, at least your ears don't stick out like mine. I'll look well daft if I have hair like that." Remus smiled as he looked at Harry, a horrible vision of his future. He felt so bad for him and he was trying, he really was, but it was scary.

And Harry knew that, he could sense it from Remus' body language but he didn't draw attention.

"How's the old ones? Uncle Holden and Auntie Felix?"