Chapter One Hundred Four
Boggart in the Wardrobe, Kneazle in the Forest
Now it all seems so clear, there's nothing left to fear
So we made our way by finding what was real
Now the days are so long that summer's moving on
We reach for something that's already gone
(September - Daughtry)September 2nd, 1993Making his way into the Great Hall and up toward the Head Table for lunch, Remus
was thrilled to see that Severus had decided to eat in his quarters. The Potions Master had
threatened to do so at breakfast that morning, making some sort of comment in regard
to animals being allowed to eat at the table.
Remus took the insults in stride, laughing at most of them himself. He had a job, a
warm place to live, and food. Not even Severus Snape could sour his mood.
The irritable looks on Harry and Hermione's faces, however, certainly caught his
attention.
His gaze landed on the Gryffindor table where the pair were sitting beside Ron,
who looked positively miserable.
One day into classes and already this stressed? Remus chuckled to himself. Though he
knew it was a breach of their privacy, his lupine hearing was extra sensitive the day of the
full moon, so he heard their entire conversation with ease.
"Ron, cheer up," Hermione encouraged, pushing a dish of stew toward her friend.
"You heard what Professor McGonagall said."
"Harry," Ron said, in a low, serious voice, "you haven't seen a big, black dog
anywhere, have you?"
"Yeah, I have," Harry replied. "I saw one the night I left the Dursleys'."
Remus's eyes widened, and he knocked over the cup of pumpkin juice that had been
sitting in front of him. He briefly looked to the side where Minerva was eyeing him
carefully. He offered an apologetic smile as he began mopping up the mess with his napkin