Harry walked into the Great Hall, Neville and Hermione at his side and his father and uncle behind him. He felt a hand on his shoulder as they walked through the doorway, squeezing just a little tighter as they walked inside. Harry turned his head and was greeted by a small smile from his father and another small squeeze on his shoulder.
"Potter, Longbottom, Granger," Sirius said from next to James. The three children turned around to face him, "I do believe you should join your house for breakfast." Harry nodded in response to his uncle. Hermione and Neville both turned and headed off towards the Gryffindor table. James tightened his grip on Harry's shoulder once more before dropping his hand.
"Thank you," Harry whispered, smiling at Sirius. His uncle smiled back as Harry turned to catch up with his friends. Harry sat himself next to Hermione and across from Neville. He set his bookbag under the table next to him.
Harry was about to dish himself some eggs when a short, red headed boy plopped down in the seat next to Neville. An identical boy plopped down in the empty seat next to Harry.
"How did you do it?" The first red head asked looking between Harry and Hermione.
"How did you get in trouble on the first day of classes?" The second asked zeroing on Neville.
"We've never been in trouble on the first day," The first continued.
"Nor have we been taken out of the dorms by a professor on the first day of classes," The second added.
"And we have tried."
"Yes, we have," The second concluded.
"But to be escorted into the hall by two professors," The first said, amazed.
"And classes haven't even started yet," The second reminded them.
"Come on, then" The first asked, "What did you do?"
A sleepy Ron had walked up behind Neville and sat on his other side, "Ignore these two," Ron yawned, "These are my brothers. Fred and George," He pointed to each one as he said their names.
Neville's face went from looking nervous to lighting up in surprise, "Really," He asked, "Are you really the Weasley twins?"
"Why, what have you heard," Fred asked from next to Neville looking at him sideways.
"Uncle, I mean, Professor Potter has told us some really funny things you have done around the school. Like when you put dung bombs in the Prefect's bathroom after a bad storm at a Quidditch match." Neville smiled.
"Told you, Fred," George proudly announced from besides Harry, "The Professors do talk about us outside of school."
"You must be Potter's son then," Fred said looking directly at Harry, "The resemblance is uncanny." Harry nodded his head in reply, his glasses slightly sliding down his face.
"Oh, so no trouble then," George replied gloomily, "Darn shame, that."
"Oh well," Fred said as he stood up, "We must be off now."
"See you children around," George nodded as he and Fred wandered down the table to the rest of the Gryffindor house.
Harry had started to dish some eggs onto his plate when Ron suddenly jerked his attention to Neville, "Why did Professor Potter come and get you this morning?" He quickly turned back to Harry, "And where did you go so early?"
Harry watched as his best friend sank in his seat, he knew Neville was now nervous and embarrassed. "I went to talk to my uncle this morning, and my dad went to get Neville because he was asleep when I left." He dropped a banger onto his plate.
Neville nodded his head in agreement, "I don't know why he came and got me other than I've known him my whole life."
"Blimey," Ron replied as he piled food on his plate, "Strange."
Harry watched as Neville's face showed he was trying to process what Ron had just said. Harry had to agree with Neville, he didn't see anything strange about this morning. Harry shook his head, deciding not to think about it anymore and returned his attention back to his plate.
"Oh, look, Professor Potter is handing out timetables," Hermione bounced in her seat. Her leg bumped Harry and he looked in the direction she was looking. His dad was making his way down the table, handing parchment to each student in turn. "What class do you think we will get first?"
"I dunno," Ron replied with a mouth full of what looked like scrambled eggs, "But I bet it's going to be bloody boring."
Hermione turned back towards Harry after shooting Ron a look, Harry just shrugged his shoulders in response.
"I'm not ready for classes," Neville whispered from the other side of the table. He was looking down at his plate of barely touched food. Hermione and Harry both turned back to him. "I already know half our teachers. What if I have a hard time calling them professor instead of uncle? What if I call Aunt Lily by the wrong name?"
"What would you call her," A friendly voice came from behind Harry. Neville looked up as Harry and Hermione both turned to see who was behind them. They bumped knees in the turn, both saying sorry as they were greeted by James.
"What if I call her Professor Potter instead of Evans?" Neville replied to James.
"I doubt she would be offended," James smiled, "She is technically a Potter. She only uses Evans so that there aren't two Potters around."
"Are you sure," Neville asked. James nodded his head, still smiling.
"Yes," James laughed quietly, "It's just easier to use her maiden name here at school. She will not be offended if you call her Potter. I doubt she would even correct you the first few weeks, Longbottom."
Harry looked up at her dad, confused. Were they talking about the same person? He did not know a world where his mother would not correct someone if she had the chance. Harry started wondering if she was a different person as a professor than with family. James winked at Harry.
"It's time for you to get your timetables," James announced, "Make sure you keep track of this until you memorize your schedule completely." He looked directly at Neville, "If you need another copy, I would be happy to make another for you." He took turns handing each of the students one.
"Thank you, Professor Potter," Hermione said as she looked over her timetable. She swung herself around and turned back towards Neville, "Looks like we have Herbology first."
Harry looked back up at his father from his timetable, who smiled at him before heading off down the table.
"I might have a harder time with that than the whole professor thing," Neville said from behind his timetable.
"What's that," Harry asked swinging his legs back around to under the table.
"Being called by my last name. Sometimes I even forget I'm not a Potter. I'm always over." Neville replied, tucking his timetable in his bookbag.
"How do you forget your name," Ron asked. He quickly had shoved his timetable in his bag and resumed eating his breakfast.
Hermione was quick to respond, "Don't worry Neville, this is all new to me too." She smiled up at him, "We can adjust together."
Harry smiled at Hermione, who turned and smiled back at him. She was quickly coming to mean something to him, he was just unsure as to what.
"I can't wait for classes to start," She announced, looking back between Harry and Neville, "Ever since I got my letter on my eleventh birthday. It drove me crazy to not be able to do anything about it, I didn't even know how to get any of the books to do research. I had to wait until this summer when Professors Black and Potter took me to Diagon Alley."
Harry checked the watch on his wrist, "We should be heading to class. They are about to start." Neville nodded at his best friend. Harry stood up and started adjusting his bookbag on his back.
Hermione took her last bite of food before standing up as well. Her and Neville put their bookbags back on and the three of them started towards the doorway to the entrance hall.
"I'm glad you know the castle," Hermione announced as they reached the front doors to the castle, "I'm afraid I'm going to get lost on my way to class."
"Harry knows this castle better than most," Neville added, "He got to go to classes with our Cousin Dora while Uncle Remus was suffering from-"
"A cold," Harry cut him off. He had stopped walking and turned to face Neville.
Neville's eyes grew in size as he looked at Harry, realizing quickly what he was about to do. "Yeah, a cold." Neville corrected. He looked back down at the ground and headed out the front door.
Harry looked at Hermione, who was giving him a questioning look. Harry shrugged his shoulders and followed Neville outside onto the grounds.
Harry heard Hermione following behind him. He felt bad for refusing her the truth, but his parents had made it very clear that werewolves were not wildly accepted in the wizarding world.
Harry was so lost in thought about hiding secrets from his new friend, that he didn't realize he was walking straight into a giant. He bounced backwards, almost losing his balance. Two giant hands came and caught him.
"How's it, Harry," Hagrid asked as he righted Harry on his feet again. Harry heard Hermione gasp from behind him.
"Oh, Hagrid," Harry replied excitedly, looking up at the giant man. "Just on our way to the greenhouses."
"Ah, 'irst class o' the 'irst year," Hagrid smiled at the three of them, "Yew mus' be excited."
"I'm not sure, Hagrid," Neville responsed, "I've not met Professor Sprout yet, I don't know what to expect."
"Ah, she be a lovely lady, that one," Hagrid responded, "Always be helpin' me make sure the pumpkins are ready for Halloween. Ain't nottin' yew lot have got to worry 'bout." Hagrid put his hand on Neville's shoulder. "But yew lot be runnin' off, don' wanna be late for your 'irst class."
"See you later, Hagrid," Harry called as they set off towards the greenhouses again and Hagrid made his way in the castle.
"Stop by fer some tea some time," Hagrid replied.
Harry and Neville smiled at each other as the three of them continued their way to the greenhouse.
James was sitting on the tattered couch in Sirius's office. He had his elbows on his knees and his hands hiding his face.
Sirius was on his feet, pacing back and forth in front of the hearth. He was hoping time would go a little faster and the others would join them.
James groaned loudly, and Sirius watched as James rubbed his face roughly. His glasses being pushed up towards the top of his head. "I thought we had gotten rid of these damn things months ago."
Sirius took a deep breath in, "As had I."
"Why my son," James asked defeated. He uncovered his face and set his glasses right again. Sirius wished he had an answer for James, but he did not.
"Is Albus coming tonight," Sirius asked. James shrugged in response.
"I'm sure Snape told him about catching Harry out of bed this morning in the hallway. Some bull about special privileges or some crap like that. That and your forever going feud." James looked at his best friend. "I haven't had a chance to talk to anyone since breakfast this morning. Running a full schedule of classes is a lot different than what I am used too."
"Do you know what time Lily and Remus get out of rounds?"
"I believe they go to curfew," James sighed. He slouched on the couch, letting his head fall backwards. Sirius checked his watch, about fifteen minutes until curfew. He slowly walked over and took the seat next to James on the couch. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to think of any way that would make sense of Harry being the target of these possessed dreams.
Sirius heard James take a deep breath in, "I heard you got the Weasley twins this year." Sirius opened his eyes and looked his friend over. He knew James was trying to distract himself from the Harry situation for the time being.
"Yeah," Sirius replied, "I was shocked to see them in my class. I didn't take Arithmancy would be something they signed up for."
"It does seem out of their interests," James agreed, "Isn't Percy in one of your classes too?"
"Yeah," Sirius replied, "I also had Charlie. I don't know if they are just following their brothers or if they really like it. Guess we will find out as the year goes on."
"Well, you took Arithmancy and look at you now." James sat forward again, laughing at his friend.
"As a challenge from Remus," Sirius laughed along. "You took Muggle Studies to impress Lily, remember?"
James laughed even harder, "Yeah, must have worked though." Sirius shook his head, laughing. He made a mental note to ask Lily if that was really what impressed her or not.
"If you say so," Sirius jested. James stuck his tongue out at his best friend.
James' face suddenly went back to serious, "Did you ever figure that we would all be teaching here?"
Sirius took a second to answer, "If I had to guess, I would have said Remus and Lily would be professors. Dumbledore had to be out of his mind to ask us to teach."
"And we were the first he asked," James smiled.
"Do you think that's why Peter just kind of vanished?" Sirius asked. He knew James was very fond of Peter even though Sirius was not. He never understood the friendship. It seemed like Peter was just using James for his status and protection though school. When they graduated, Peter started making up more and more excuses to not hang out around the crowd.
Dumbledore had included him in the Order because he was close friends with James and Sirius. But eventually they ended up not seeing Peter at meetings nor hangouts.
"I don't know," James looked deep in thought, "But I hope he is well wherever he did end up."
Trying to be nice to James, Sirius quietly responded with "Let's hope." And James gave him a small smile.
"I'm glad Lily and I aren't in this alone," James whispered, "I'm so very happy to have you and Remus with us."
Sirius reached up and squeezed James' shoulder. Looking into James' eyes, he said, "We're brothers, James. Marauders for life. We helped each other through school, watched each other's backs as we fought with the Order, and continue to grow with one another. Stronger together, we told Lily and Alice that when they found out they were pregnant during a war, remember?"
James lunged forward and hugged his best friend tightly, Sirius responded with a tight hug of his own.
"We have always raised the boys to remember that things are better in numbers, and family will always have your back. Look at us, a bunch of people who aren't really related. Both Neville and Harry know that. Do they care, no. We have taught them what we had to learn the hard way."
"There are many things we wouldn't have gotten through without each other," James said from Sirius shoulder, "All of us."
Sirius nodded onto James' shoulder, "Harry is constantly protecting Neville. Making sure he isn't left out or alone for too long."
James pulled away from his best friend and stared into his eyes, "I know. They are good kids. I just wanted to say thanks for everything."
"No thanks needed, Prongs. We would be here all day going back and forth if we started thanking each other now." Sirius smiled at his long time friend. James replied by lightly punching him in the arm before leaning back on the couch.
Sirius had just stood back up when the fire in the hearth turned an emerald green. Slowly a figure started to take shape, and Remus had stepped out brushing himself off.
James sat up instantly, a look of disappointment on his face, "Where's Lily?"
Remus smiled at his friend, "Good to see you too, James. She was finishing up her rounds when I left her. She should be along shortly." James took another deep breath before dropping back onto the couch and letting his head fall backwards.
Sirius walked over to his boyfriend and put his hands on either side of his hips. "Hi," He whispered.
Remus rested his hands on Sirius's upper arm, "Hi," he whispered back, smiling.
"How was your first-time doing rounds?"
"Interesting," Remus replied. "Some of the places these kids are. How come we needed to make a map to remember where the hidden corridors were? These kids seem to know."
"I've wondered for a couple years now if someone has that map." James piped up. "But I'm not about to find out by going back into Filch's office."
"And neither of us wants to ask him about it fourteen years later." Sirius added. Remus just shook his head and smiled at Sirius.
"You really believe someone would have figured out how to use it," Remus asked, leaning past Sirius took look at James who had just sat up straight again.
"Oh, no doubt," James looked at Remus, "I wouldn't be surprised if the Weasley twins would have found it in the office."
Sirius let out a light barking laugh, "Our younger selves would have loved to have the Weasley twins around. Some of the places I have found those boys I only know about because of creating the map."
"Our younger selves would have loved them," Remus agreed.
"That's not something I want to walk into hearing," An authoritative voice came from the doorway behind Remus. Sirius let out a barking laugh as he watched Lily come into his office. "You aren't helping those boys, are you?"
James suddenly sounded panicked as he replied to his wife, "Not purposefully. But we did do things as students ourselves that may have influenced the younger generation." He sounded scared and unsure of his answer. Lily shook her head as she walked towards the couch her husband was sitting.
Sirius dropped his hands from Remus's hips and stood next to him, gently wrapping his arm around Remus' lower back. Remus stepped closer to lean against him, resting his head on Sirius's shoulder. Sirius left a light kiss on the top of his head.
Sirius and Remus watched as Lily walked up to her husband and swatted him on the head before settling herself in his lap. They weren't surprised when she settled her lips on his. Remus turned his body, so he was blocking Sirius from view of the Potters.
"Did you say you had rounds tonight?" Remus whispered to Sirius.
"Yeah, only until two though. Then I am all yours," Sirius replied softly. Remus smiled in return and softly brushed his lips across Sirius'. Sirius was just about to kiss him back when the creaking of the door caught his attention. Remus jumped away from his boyfriend quickly as Sirius turned to see who was in the door. He was greeted by a smiling Dumbledore and a scowling McGonagle.
"If anyone would have told me that the troublemakers of their year would be teaching under me at this school, I would have called them daft." She scowled at them all, making eye contact with them one at a time. "But if anyone would have told me that they would have partnered up in the end, I would have sent them off to get their brain scanned." Sirius turned and saw James and Lily looking just as shocked as he felt. Remus was still almost hiding behind him.
She focused her attention to Remus and Sirius solely, "But if anyone would have told me that some of my brightest and best students would have kept a secret from me…" She trailed off.
Sirius heard Remus catch his breath. He turned and looked back at Lily and James.
"We've hidden from mostly everyone in our lives," Remus said from behind Sirius. He stepped forward and Sirius wrapped his arm around his lower back again. "Alice and Frank don't know."
McGonagle's eyes grew in surprise, "So only the Potters' know?"
Sirius heard Dumbledore lightly chuckling. "Not even Harry really knows." Sirius added.
Dumbledore chuckled louder now, "You may be surprised, Mr. Black, he may know more than you give him credit for. He may just not know how to process what he knows."
James let out a sharp laugh, "He did catch you last year."
Sirius took a deep breath and closed his eyes at the memory. He felt Remus wrap his arm behind his shoulders and squeeze him. Sirius couldn't help but feel stupid for failing to remember there was a child about after ten years with Harry.
"We all make mistakes," Dumbledore chuckled.
"I am happy for you," McGonagle announced, "Like I am happy for James and Lily. I think the two of you have and will continue to bring out the best in one another." She walked over to Sirius and Remus and embraced them both in a hug. "I just wish you wouldn't keep such an amazing secret from me," She whispered in their ears. "I am more than proud to say I was one of teachers who helped you on your ways." She announced to all four of them.
She stepped back from Remus and Sirius and smiled at them. Remus smiled widely back at her, "You were a big inspiration to us."
"I already know more than I am willing to admit, and I refuse to hear anymore." She smiled as she turned towards James and Lily, "I have been told stories that give me the night terrors."
Sirius and James laughed together. They knew exactly what stories she had been told. Remus blushed a light pink. It was Sirius's turn to squeeze his boyfriend lightly. It was because of Remus that Sirius, James and Peter had learned to become Animagi in the first place. James was the only one who went all the way to become legal with the Ministry.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, bringing all attention back to himself. "Down to the matter as for why we are all here." He slowly turned to Sirius and Remus, "Harry came to you this morning because of the dream again?"
"That's what we were told," Sirius replied. "Remus and I were heading back to my classroom when we overheard him talking to Snape down the hall. When we all got back in here, he said he was looking for me because it happened again."
"You believe him," Dumbledore asked, now looking towards James and Lily.
"I do," Remus jumped in quickly. Sirius felt him tense up as everyone's' eyes turned towards him. "I had him in class this afternoon, and he looked like he was ready to have a lie in. Something had to have spooked him. I haven't seen him that way in months." Sirius was sure that if anyone knew what Harry looked like after a nightmare, it would be Remus.
"Why after so long," Lily thought out loud, "It's been almost a year since the last one." She dropped her head into the crook of James' neck.
Dumbledore went over a rested a hand on Lily's shoulder, "Don't give up hope. We will figure it out, we just need more details. We need to let Harry grow and grow his strength to finally be able to tell us the whole dream. The details we know of right now are not enough to piece together why they are haunting his dreams. Stay strong for Harry, he needs us all to figure this out." Lily sat back up and looked at Dumbledore. Sirius felt Remus pulling him closer.
"The boy knows what he needs to do when it happens. You all have prepared him nicely to be successful. He knows how to find every single one of you," He said looking at them one at a time, "And myself and Minerva. Giving him some independence by going to school is a good thing. He will become braver and stronger. He will form more friendships that help build him up. I know this is a dreadful thing, but you must trust the process."
Sirius took a deep breath and rested his head on Remus' shoulder. Remus turned his head and lightly kissed his forehead.
"I wish we had enough information sometimes," James said aloud. Lily reached up and softly brushed the side of his face. "Watching your parents die in a reoccurring nightmare can not be good for a child."
"When Harry can give us a timeline, we can use that more to our advantage. But until then, all we know is that Harry is seeing something that is in the past and that you are dying. He has no idea how or by who or where."
"That poor lad is stronger than some adults," McGonagle chimed in, "His nightmares used to come so frequently. It's amazing he is such a sweet child."
Dumbledore smiled at Lily and James, then to Sirius and Remus, "He has had the best of support. Each going through something different." He looked at each and every one of them in turn as he spoke, "Lily having to give up the muggle world to help support the wizarding world in a war. James losing his parents. Sirius being disowned by his entire family. Remus for having the curse of Lycanthropy. Each one as strong as the next, but together stronger than anything."
The clock on the Mantle gave a small gong, signaling a new hour.
"I must retire. I do believe that you have rounds, Sirius and James?" Dumbledore turned to them each.
Sirius nodded in response. Dumbledore chuckled as James kissed his wife.
Remus stepped in front of Sirius and rested his hands on his shoulder. Sirius put his hands on Remus' hips. "I'll be here when you get back," Remus spoke softly. Sirius leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek.
"Let's go James," Sirius announced as he lightly barked a laugh, "There's work to be done."
Sirius heard McGonagle say something to Remus about how beautiful it was, Sirius turned back around and noticed that Remus was turning pink in the face again. Sirius winked at his boyfriend as he and James headed out into the classroom.
"I really do hate that she still makes me feel like I'm going to get detention," James whispered as they left the tower and out into the corridors. Sirius let out a loud barking laugh in response.
The first couple of days of classes went seemly well. Neville did slip up a few times and had to stop himself from calling the wrong name in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Every time Neville corrected himself, Remus just smiled at him. Remus also seemed to be making it easier for Neville by calling all of the students by their first names instead of their last names.
A few times in Herbology and Astronomy, Harry had to nudge Neville and remind him that he had been called on.
Herbology seemed to be becoming Neville's favorite subject by what Harry had noticed. Hermione seemed to be enjoying all of them, even the boring History of Magic class. Harry had woken Ron up more than once in that class. A History of Magic was quickly becoming the class Harry dreaded the most.
Harry, Hermione, and Neville learned the hard way not to take short cuts through the corridors. More than once they had run into Filch the Caretaker. Every time he would accuse them of causing problems and making a muck of his school. And every time they ran away as quickly as they could before he assigned them detentions.
By Thursday morning, before breakfast, Harry noticed that Neville seemed to be slowing down in pace. He wondered if his best friend was having issues sleeping, which he sometimes did. Harry already knew not to ask Neville directly. It was better if Neville brought the issue up, or else it embarrassed him.
"Where's Neville," Hermione asked Harry as he came down from the dorm room. Harry kept Hermione occupied as they waited for Neville to finally appear.
Neville showed up, yawning as he came down the stairs, and the three of them set off out of the portrait hole and down the hall towards the grand staircase.
Hermione filled the walk down seven floors with different things she had learned from reading Hogwarts: A History. She tried convincing Harry and Neville that Remus wasn't crazy for reading it and that they should give it a go. Neville kept yawning in response.
They reached the Great Hall and sat down halfway down the long table. Harry took his normal seat next to Hermione, and Neville sat across from them. As they sat down and got their bookbags all situated, the morning post owls started flooding in the upper windows of the Great Hall.
A large, brown barn owl landed softly in front of Neville and dropped a small package on his empty plate. Neville gave the owl a confused look, it hooted at him and flew off back out the window.
The package was a small box, wrapped in brown shipping paper and tied with thread. Harry had seen packages like that before. He kept quiet as Neville struggled to open the box. Carefully he untied the string and started trying to pry open the brown paper.
Harry looked over at Hermione and noticed she was also watching Neville fumble with the brown shipping paper. Neville got the paper torn off and struggled to get the sellotape that was holding the box shut.
Harry watched as Neville gave up and ended up ripping the box to pieces to get inside. A small piece of parchment fell out of the chaos and landed on Hermione's plate. He pulled out a bunch of tissue paper and unwrapped a small bronze keychain. It was in the shape of the Eiffel Tower.
Hermione reached over and handed Neville the parchment. He read the note off of it, "Happy first day at Hogwarts, Neville. We love you lots." He started looking at the keychain from all different angles. Like he was expecting it to do something special or show some kind of secret.
"Is that from your parents?" Harry asked even though he already knew. Neville stopped looking at the keychain and nodded at Harry.
"At least they remembered," Neville whispered back, "I just wish they had been around to see me off to school like Uncle Remus had."
"It's a lovely little gift," Hermione tried to console Neville, "Does this mean they are in Paris?"
"No," Neville responded, "They always collect things from different locations and send them at random. At some point in the last few years, they must have been in Paris."
Hermione and Harry looked at each other as Neville continued to study the keychain again. Harry wished he could tell her they need to change the subject, but he wasn't sure how to without Neville overhearing.
"Can you believe we have Transfiguration followed by double Charms with Ravenclaw," Ron sleepily came up and sat down on the other side of Hermione.
"It'll be the first class we have with my dad," Harry replied. He wasn't quite sure what to expect.
"That's the class I've been most excited to start," Hermione bounced in her seat, "It's the textbook I've found the most fascinating. I couldn't put it down."
"Don't tell me you've already read them all" Ron yawned as he dumped food onto his plate.
Hermione looked down at her plate in front of her. Harry knew Hermione had read all of the textbooks, even before they had boarded the train to school.
Harry was starting to notice that they way Ron was talking to Hermione was starting to get to her. At first she just kind of brushed it off, but sometimes it seemed to really get to her.
"I'm just ready for the weekend already." Ron announced as he shoved bacon in his mouth.
Harry looked back at Neville, who was slowly attaching the keychain to his bookbag, and back at Hermione who was still looking down at her plate. He reached over and grabbed her hand, that was dangling down at her side.
"Are you ready to have a class with my dad," Harry asked when Hermione looked over at him. Neville gasped loudly.
"What's that going to be like," He looked stricken with worry, "Uncle Remus' class was almost normal. Nothing too strange there. But Uncle James, now that's going to be weird."
Harry smiled at his friend, he turned back to Hermione, she looked confused.
"What do you mean?" She asked. Harry noticed she was still holding his hand.
"How does my mom put it," Harry turned back towards Neville, "Uncle Remus is."
"The conscience of the group," Neville laughed.
"Yeah," Harry agreed smiling, "My mom says that Uncle Remus is they reason they haven't killed anyone yet."
Hermione dropped Harry's hands as she animatedly spoke with her hands, "Yet? You mean they still get in trouble."
"Yes," Neville and Harry answered together.