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Chapter 2 The Confession
John did not sleep that night. He was too scared to. His eyes did not leave Remus as the man began to stir.
"So, tell me happened," Remus said a she assessed his torn robes.
"That's the thing. Nothing. I didn't change," John replied with shock in his voice.
He could hardly believe it.
"Are you sure?" Remus asked.
"Yes, I was coherent the whole time," John said, and his eyes showed it.
"Fascinating. And me?" Remus asked.
"You were right," John said. He looked at his clothing with no rips in it or marks on his skin other than from the attack. "As you can see, you didn't hurt me. You sniffed around me for a while."
"There's something else, isn't there?" Remus asked.
John looked down. He wondered how he had known.
"I… I did feel a little different," he admitted. Then he felt anxiety build in him. "But as I said, I didn't lose consciousness."
He wanted Remus to believe him.
"I believe you. If something had happened, you'd look like me right now," Remus said.
"Right," John replied, taking a deep breath.
"I apologize if it came a shock to you," Remus said.
"It's all right," John replied.
After eating in near silence, the pair made their way back to John's house.
"Well, I'm relieved you didn't transform," Remus said.
"So, I'll be fine?" John asked.
"Physically, yes. However, you might have different eating habits and heightened aggression during the full moon," Remus explained.
"I'll be fine," John said as realization hit him. "I just don't know how it'll be at Hogwarts."
"I'll talk to Dumbledore," Remus replied.
"No," John yelled, his anxiety starting to come back. "I'll have to be registered."
He did not want anyone knowing. His mom and sister already did.
"Okay then," Remus said. "But, you're not a full fledge werewolf, John."
"But still. No one can know," John replied.
"You can trust Professor Dumbledore. He helped me through my school years," Remus told him.
And then John remembered Sherlock.
"Sherlock, my friend. He…" John began to say.
"Can't know," Remus said. John thought he heard a hint of sadness in the man's voice. "Unless you can really trust him."
"You don't understand. He'll find me out soon enough," John replied.
"Can you trust him?" Remus asked.
"Yes," John said.
"Very well then," Remus replied.
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Before going back to Hogwarts, John had found out that Sirius Black, a prisoner from the wizard prison, Azkaban, had escaped. Not only was he in the Daily Prophet, but he was also in the Muggle news. John and his sister had just gone through Platform Nine and Three Quarters.
"You don't think he'll come to Hogwarts, do you?" Harriet asked.
John looked at his sister and shook his head.
"I wouldn't worry, Harriet," he assured her. "I'm sure he'll be caught soon enough."
He then noticed Mr. Weasley talking to Harry intently just before the train was about to leave. John had been so focused watching them that he did not hear Sherlock walk up behind him.
"Hi, John," Sherlock said.
"Sherlock, I didn't know you were there," he replied.
"Obviously," he said.
"How was your summer?" John asked.
"Fine. Peaceful with Mycroft gone," Sherlock said with a hint of a smile. "Yours?"
John blanked. Harriet began to look uncomfortable. All signs of John's attacked had been all but healed. The mark on his arm was covered with his jumper. He thought he had been ready to tell Sherlock.
"Fine," was all John replied.
Harriet joined her friends as John and Sherlock got a compartment
"Did you hear about Black?" Sherlock asked.
"I heard about him. It's pretty big if the Muggles have to be warned about him," John said.
"It must be," Sherlock replied. The pair were going over the supplies and books that were going to be used for the new year when the train suddenly stopped. "It's too early."
It then got very cold.
"What's going on?" John asked.
Sherlock crossed his arms as they began to see their breath.
"No idea. You're not cold?" Sherlock asked.
And then John noticed the frosted window. He hastily tightened his jacket around him.
"A little," John said.
He had not been expecting for his body temperature to increase. The train then started again. John saw a familiar face as they entered the castle a while later.
"Mr. Lupin?" John asked.
He was nervous to look at Sherlock to see his reaction.
"There you are, John," Remus said.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
John then began to panic. Had Remus been researching and found something out?
"Professor Dumbledore has graciously offered me the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Remus said.
"That's great," John replied.
Professor McGonagall then walked up to them.
"Mr. Lupin, Mr. Watson, please follow me," she said.
"He knows," John replied, panic in his voice.
"He's Dumbledore, of course he knows," Remus said.
That did not make John feel any better as they finally reached Dumbledore's office.
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore," John said.
The professor turned from one the portraits of a past Headmaster.
"Mr. Watson, I'm sorry to hear about your attack," Professor Dumbledore said.
"Thank you," John replied.
"And, Remus, always a pleasure to see you," Dumbledore said.
The two shook hands.
"Thank you, Professor, for the opportunity," Remus said.
"Of course. Mr. Watson, if you ever need to talk to someone about what you're going through, please don't hesitate to ask myself or Professor Lupin," Dumbledore told John.
John nodded.
"Thank you," he said.
"Now, off to the Great Hall with you. Professor Lupin and I need to have a word," Dumbledore replied.
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There was another new Professor as well John found out after getting to the Great Hall. Hagrid had been made professor for Care of Magical Creatures. They also found out the reason for the train stalling was Dementors.
"Dementors at Hogwarts? Why aren't they at Azkaban guarding?" John asked.
"They think Sirius Black will come here," Sherlock told him.
"Sirius Black? Why would he?" John asked.
Sherlock gave him a confused look.
"You don't know?" he asked.
John shook his head.
"I know he murdered a lot of people," he said.
Sherlock glanced over at Harry.
"It's said he betrayed the Potters," he said.
"Harry's parents. They think Black's coming after Harry?" John asked.
John could not help but wonder if Harry was ever going to get a break. As if it could not get any worse for Harry, the whole school was talking after the Divination teacher, Professor Trelawney, told Harry he the Grim, which meant death, after reading his tea cup.