I venture into Ghosty's room some weeks after school restarted, and made myself comfortable watching the squid out on the lake. Wolf enters, carrying the dreaded boggart suitcase.

"Why, hello Crookshanks. I see Ron has chased you out of the Gryffindor tower once again."

Whatever gave you that idea?

"Why else would you be so kind as to grace me with your presence."

I see I have you well trained, to see this as a gift for you.

"Glad to hear that you weren't wording that along the lines as 'Es ist einen Gift fur dich.'"

There are other people who, I shall say "Soll einen Gift haben" Though, I must admit my German is rather, saddening.

Wolf chuckled, my interest went back to the battle sceen. What I'd do for a nice big squid right now!

Furry entered. More lessons. At least I have something to entertain me this time... You wouldn't believe how nerve wrecking it was to put up with that boggart/dementor once a week for four weeks now. Boggarts are ugly enough on their own, but add to that, a dementor disguise... I shiver at the thought of that. Think about the squid, the nice fishy tasting squid. Yep, now there's a good Crookshanks... Wolf stuffs the boggart, now boggart-ish back into the cursed suitcase. Can I have some chocolate now that is over? A chocolate coated fish, please. Wolf tosses one over, as he takes out some drinks for him and Furry. Thank you, Wolfy. He doesn't reply. I eat.

He and Furry start talking. "What's under a Dementor's hood?" Dumb human. Dumb foolish human. Even us cats can keep our curiosity enough under control as not to wonder about that. Wolf explains. I think about the squid. Anything to keep my mind off those creatures. Seeing one once in awhile isn't bad, but now that they are haunting the school...
Wolf is talking some more. My mind is on the squid "...Sirius Black..." My mind isn't on the squid. "...Ministry... Dementors permission to perform it..." What! Dog doesn't deserve that! He's innocent!
"He deserves it." It takes all my catish self control to stop hissing and spitting at Furry. Think squid. No, think Samsam. Yes, pretty, white angora Samsam. I have to make it up to the Ravenclaw tower again... Dog doesn't deserve it!!! Furry, you're a fool!
"Do you think so?" Wolf is talking again. No, I don't think so. "Do you think anyone deserves that?" Let the truth weigh on his heart, Wolf, let the dumb human think about this. Furry leaves. Thank the gods.

I jump of the windowsill where I was sitting. What do you think about Black? I dare not say Dog, I don't want to give Dog away. Even to Wolf.

Wolf shakes his head. "I don't know, Crookshanks. I just don't know." He scratches my ears. I purr, a very feeble purr, in hopes of making Wolf feel a bit better. See, us cats do care about others! "He seemed like he'd something like that when we were in school. Then to go off and sell James and Lily to Voldemort." He didn't sell them! It was the Rat! "And kill Peter." Peter is alive! "It didn't seem like something he would do. But..." He didn't do it.

At least you don't think he deserves the kiss, do you?

Wolf looks confused. "Almost." But, you just said... "Not quite, but..."

Think about it, Lupin. Think about what it means. I start to sulk out of the classroom.

I will Crookshanks. He talks through our minds. I look back, rather puzzled. It always works both ways. I leave, a little more enlightened.