Sirius looked at Remus’s closed door for a second longer, then went to bed, too. He thought he’d be lying awake for a long time, struggling to sleep in a strange bed and a strange house, wearing someone else’s clothes, but it took him no time at all. He drifted off quickly to the sound of the rolling surf; to the comforting thought of Harry, happy and cozy and safe; and to the memory of crashing waves and powerful lightning and a strong hand holding his.