________________________________________<br/><br/>Remus almost stumbled over when he finally apparatet the final stretch into the narrow foyer of his flat.<br/>On Moody's behest, it felt like he had criss crossed the country, from one safe house to another, putting in the effort to muddle off his path and disguising the specific point from where he had last left the pack. The unmistakable smell of<span style="font-style: italic">home</span>hit him like truck, and after months surrounded by nothing of dampness and smoke, Remus let out a single, choked sob.<br/>He felt his eyes well up with tears out of sheer relief. Comforted by the soft, familiar twilight of the room, Remus blinked the tears back, Remus finally moved, pushing his tattered oilskin coat off his shoulders, falling against the tile with a soft<span style="font-style: italic">thud</span>.