Once Orion was gone, Remus turned back to Harry, his face concerned. The poor boy looked like he was bothered by more than just physical pain; he looked tired, sick, and most of all, defeated. Something more than just a mere fist-fight amongst teenagers had occurred.
"Do you want to go home, or do you want to go to Grimmauld Place?" Remus asked quietly, anticipating Harry being less than eager to be taken home by him. Lily would ask questions, and if she were to see her son's face right now she would be horrified and demand to know what had happened. What Harry needed right now wasn't another row, he needed peace and quiet and a place to think and maybe talk if he felt up to it, and Remus felt that Grimmauld Place would probably have those things in a larger abundance.