Beside him, Sirius gasps and halts. Remus turns to him, eyebrow raised, but then he sees it too. The fountain, which had been the regular fountain Remus remembers from his visits pre-1981, had changed as they passed, instead depicting James and Lily and baby Harry, there in Lily’s arms. Remus feels a pang of sadness, looking at their young faces. Twenty one. It had seemed so old, back then, and James and Lily so mature—married with a baby—but now that he’s looking at their youthful faces, Remus can’t help but think of them as children. Teenagers, barely out of school.