Remus looked down at the step as Sirius moved his leg to the side. There was a brown patch on the wood, old blood that had faded over the years. Sirius placed a hand on it. "When he got him. It was the kiling curse, but he fell on the bottom step, hit his head." A tear fell down his face. "I put his glasses back on him, so he could see, and closed his eyes, so he didn’t have to anymore."