The fingers against his cheek were warm and for the first time since he'd gotten the owl, since he'd seen his mum just laying there in her coffin, since his father tried to erase the last little bit of Eileen from his life by beating her son to a pulp, the tears came.

It was terrible for it to happen right here.

Right now. He couldn't do anything but bite his lip and sob and watch his tears roll over Remus's fingers.