"You have a good heart, Miss Potter, and good intentions. But, regardless of your
presence, young Mr Lupin will experience the pain of his transformations." Dumbledore
spoke clearly, with great sympathy in his voice. Mia knew that he had been the whole reason
that Remus was even allowed to attend Hogwarts. He had a personal investment in the
boy.
"I meant it's painful for... me," she said anxiously and then jumped to clarify, "to
know that he suffers alone."
"I see. I suppose you have a way to inform him that you know of his condition?"
"Yes, sir. In my original timeline I'd figured it out on my own," she said,
remembering the essay that Snape had forced her to write, purposely hoping that someone
like her would figure out Remus's secret and publicly out him. But she had kept that secret
for nearly the entire year. "I assume I'll just go along similarly to the way I did before."
Dumbledore smiled gratefully. "Then you have my permission to visit him during
times when he is ill."
She sighed in relief. "Thank you, Professor."
"Unfortunately, Professor Sprout has already escorted young Mr Lupin beneath the
Whomping Willow for the night. You are, however, welcome to wait for him in the hospital
wing. Give this note to Madam Pomfrey, which will explain your presence. I give her
permission to assist you with any potions you might have need of in order to help Mr
Lupin recover more easily."
October 5th, 1971Several hours later, Mia awoke in the hospital wing, having been offered a bed by
Madam Pomfrey to wait out the long hours until the moon finally set and it was safe to
have Remus brought back to the infirmary. She nervously waited for the mediwitch to
levitate him into a nearby bed, and, when her gaze finally fell onto his broken and bleeding
form, she covered her mouth to stifle the sob that threatened to escape her.
"I thought you'd seen this before, Miss Potter?" Madam Pomfrey asked.