Remus sits on his mother’s couch and contemplates going to see what had happened to Sirius’ flat. It had been his Uncle Alphard’s flat, already paid through, or else Sirius would never have been able to afford a two-bedroom in that area and stay unemployed. It stood to reason that no one would have entered since; perhaps the Aurors—but no, part of the scandal of this trial was that there hadn’t been one, had there, they had simply thrown Sirius into Azkaban without giving him a single hearing, and as such would not have needed to enter Sirius’ flat to find any evidence of Death Eater activity. The wards on that flat were good; both Sirius and Remus were fairly decent at defence, and paranoia during the War was such that they had been sidestepping three booby traps to reach their front door and doing identity checks on each other whenever either of them came into the room—not that it mattered, once they began to doubt each other.