Chapter One Hundred Three
Memories
I know who I am, but who are you?
You're not looking like you used to
You're on the other side of the mirror
So nothing's looking quite as clear
(Sunday Morning - No Doubt)September 1st, 1993Remus's nose twitched as a familiar scent wafted by.
A forest after a rainstorm.
The first of September just so happened to be the day before the full moon. Despite
knowing he was going to feel absolutely horrible even back on the Wolfsbane Potion—
hand delivered by Dumbledore himself—Remus insisted that he would travel to Hogwarts
via the train instead of Floo or Apparition. Dumbledore had made some amusing
comments about nostalgia and reliving one's childhood, but really Remus knew it had little
to do with his past and more to do with the fact that Harry would be on the train, and he
was worried that Sirius would somehow try to get to the boy then.
Remus had spent the month leading up to the start of term doing only two things:
preparing his upcoming lessons and owling Dumbledore about Harry.
We've got eyes on him, Remus.
The boy is looked after for the time being.
Dumbledore's reply did little to ease Remus's concerns considering he failed to
inform Remus where Harry was or who was looking after him. He had assumed it was the
Dursleys, but when Dumbledore said something about the Minister for Magic getting
Harry's school books for him, Remus had to imagine that, at some point, Harry had left
Little Whinging.
It's probably for the best, he thought. Sirius could easily break into a Muggle home.
He arrived at King's Cross Station early, wanting to avoid the crowds of frazzled
mothers, excited children, and confused Muggles. Pushing his trunk onto the train securely,
he exhaustedly made his way to a familiar compartment in the back, glancing up and taking