Remus had also grown accustomed to hiding his emotions.
Whether during the weathered years of the past decade or so, or now, as the person in charge of a world-renowned workshop, both demanded that Remus keep his emotions concealed at all times.
Yet beneath the blessings of his old friends, two unstoppable streams of tears still rolled down Remus's face, weathered by the years.
He looked at James and Lily, at Sirius, at Harry.
The smile he struggled to force out twisted; his words of thanks came out like sobs, and the hand holding his wineglass trembled.
"Time..."
Dumbledore, hanging on the wall, sighed wistfully. He too watched the few of them, tears sliding down his aged cheeks and falling into his silvery-white beard.
Amosta's thoughts drifted as well. Sorrow flickered in those deep eyes that seemed to encompass the stars.
He had come to the wizarding world and changed many things, preventing quite a few tragedies. But there were also many things he had been powerless to change.
He looked at these old friends, at Harry, who had been clutching his mother's hand tightly.
If he had the power, he would have wished to give them a better ending.
But fate always punished everyone who tried to contend against it.
He had dealt with Voldemort, dealt with Herpo, who had posed a hidden threat to this world.
Yet in the process, he had also personally brought about the tragic lives of certain people.
For example... Vitia, who would spend the rest of her life trapped on an isolated island.
Perhaps in the original timeline, she might have lived an unremarkable life, but she would always have had a group of dependable companions by her side.
And Delphi Riddle.
Amosta had pushed her life from one tragedy into another.
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