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reaching for his wand. His lycanthropy allowed him to easily see through the darkness, and
he watched with mild amusement as the three, no four—no five—teenagers now crowded
in the compartment fell over one another as they scrambled in the dark.
"Sorry. D'you know what's going on? Ouch! Sorry."
"Hullo, Neville."
"Harry? Is that you? What's happening?"
"No idea. Sit down."
"I'm going to go and ask the driver what's going on."
"Who's that?"
"Who's that?"
"Ginny?"
"Hermione?"
"What are you doing?"
"I was looking for Ron―"
"Come in and sit down."
"Not here! I'm here!"
"Ouch!"
"Quiet!" Remus snapped as he heard something in the distance. He stood, extending
his hand. With a nonverbal spell, he cast a hovering ball of fire to light the room, holding
it in the palm of his hand. He would normally use a Wand-Lighting Charm, but something
told him he would need full use of his wand in the approaching moments.
"Stay where you are," he instructed them all, the howling wolf in the back of his
mind telling him that they were in danger and he needed to protect them.
He stepped toward the door just as it slid open, and his eyes widened at the sight
of a dementor inches away from him. A real dementor hovering there before them all. The
children all gasped behind him, but Remus held firm. He felt the signature dementor chill
wash over him, digging its way deep into his aching bones. Memories flooded him in the
presence of the creature, and Remus took a sharp breath.
He could hear the snarling wolf seconds before pain washed over him, searing him
from his shoulder all the way down to his toes as Fenrir Greyback sank his teeth into his
flesh while his mother screamed in the distance. "No! Not my Remus!"