It's never over

Night

It was the full moon after the battle of Hogwarts. Harry was sitting alone in a field that he had randomly apparated to. He sighed. Lupin would have been transformed by now. But he, just like the other marauders, was gone. Harry looked up at the moon. It was brighter than ever. Maybe mourning it's children of the curse who passed on. He felt a breeze through his hair. Harry sighed and closed his eyes. There was a rustling in the grass in front of him. He opened his eyes to see three animals. Spirit images, not really there. The first, a large black dog. It was laying in the grass with his head in the wind. The second, a stag. It was proudly standing, watching over the hill. The third, a wolf. Not a werewolf, a wolf. It was sitting, relaxed, gazing at the moon. The wolf turned and looked at Harry.
"Moony."
The wolf dipped his head. A sudden gust blew through the air, and the three animals took off. Running with the wind. Slowly, they disappeared into the breeze. On the other side of the valley, the wolf stood atop the other hill. Harry stood up. The wolf tilted his head up to the moon, and howled. It sounded like the cry of dozens of wolves, thundering through the breeze. Faint, ghostly, mournful. The wolf faded away. Harry looked back up at the amber moon. I shone just as bright as ever. Not mourning, but celebrating. Celebrating the for the first night in thirty-three years that the curse had been lifted.