He looked around, in this building that had kept his deepest darkest secret, this building which had housed the wolf and his pack, a prison with an open door. Most of the furniture was still in tact, and some of the cabinets even held a pain potion or two, which Sirius had kept stocked even though they no longer spent full moons there. Remus even noticed a book that Sirius had once complained about losing, the nest of mangy blankets and pillows Padfoot had made in seventh year "in case Moony wants to sleep tonight" sitting next to the rat maze James and Remus had made Wormtail as a joke. All four of them, in this building, Remus’ best and worst memories, filled with pain and belonging, and Remus. Just Remus, now. There was no one else. 