Albus Dumbledore sighed deeply as he sank back into his desk chair. He
deeply regretted the last half hour; he truly wished he could make the
morning's events vanish.

He liked and admired Remus Lupin; Remus had been a fine boy, and had become a
fine man. He would miss him, the students would miss him, and the school
would be weakened by his loss. He was a fine teacher.

Not every wizard proficient in fighting or defending against the Dark
was capable of teaching. Remus had been. He'd made DADA the most popular
class in the school, and, more importantly, he'd brought the students up
to grade level in less than a year. He would be hard to replace, if he
could be replaced.

What would Remus  do now? Go back to his parent's cottage? Most likely.
He could at least support himself on the small farm while he continued his research.
 He would have to see what he could do to further it. Perhaps
a Ministry of Magic grant?

Damn Severus! Despite all he had been through, was still going though,
with the Voldemort debacle, he'd not yet conquered jealousy or the
desire for revenge.

Unsatisfied desire - and it was desire, not love - could twist a man,
cause him to hurt what he most wished to possess, and that was what
Severus had done this morning when he 'accidentally' revealed Remus'
lycanthropy to the student body.

Actually, Dumbledore considered, he really didn't think it was necessary
for Remus to leave. He was most likely over-reacting. On the other hand,
he'd had the impression that Remus truly wished to leave. Perhaps to
follow Sirius?

Loathing and desire, two extremes Severus had  been unable to reconcile
for as long as Dumbledore had known him. He doubted Severus ever would
be able to reconcile them.

It didn't matter anyway.

Remus Lupin had only had eyes for Sirius Black from the time of their
first meeting as First Year Hogwarts students. The shy young boy,
seriously out of his element and unable to believe anyone would want to
be his friend, had taken one look at Black and handed him his heart.
That quickly a fledgling bond had been born. Remus never looked at
anyone else after that.

Remus had been deliriously happy when he found out Sirius returned his
love. Dumbledore would never forget officiating at their handfasting. All to soon,
however, Sirius, for some reason, most likely involving Severus, lost faith
in Remus and left him. Two years later the Potter's were murdered, and Sirius
was incarcerated in Azkaban.

So, Remus lived alone for fourteen years.

Dumbledore smiled. Perhaps there was something more he could do for
him. It wouldn't be the first time he'd actively encouraged Black to pursue Remus.

He doubted very much that Sirius realized Remus still loved him, or that
he'd remained faithful -  out of conviction as much as from natural
constraints - during Sirius' imprisonment. They'd not had time last
night for any personal issues.

First he'd check with the Station Master in Hogsmeade to find out just
where Remus planned to go, then he'd bid Remus a last goodbye.
Then he had a letter to write.

As it was quite important to say just the right thing, in just the right
way, he began to draft the letter in his head first.

Dear Sirius,

I really think you should get up to Pont du Lac this summer...

End Matchmaker ~~~To Be Continued in Doubt