Harry very rarely cried. Even when he thought of his parents, he barely felt his eyes water. But seeing those banners made his eyes well up with tears. Harry wiped off his eyes and proceeded sadly, slowly, to the table.

Harry merely poked at his breakfast. He could not stand to eat. He had lost his parents, Sirius...now his best friend? It was too much too handle.

***

Harry did not know how to feel. The banners were not hung for Ron-he was shaken, but otherwise okay. The banners were hung as a sign of respect for Remus Lupin. Word around was that it wasn't yet certain that he was dead, but it was likely, as no one had seen him since mid-July.

Harry was obviously overjoyed that he had not lost Ron, but he was deeply saddened that one of his favorite teachers of all times was missing, likely dead. He was also mad at Dumbledore. How-even though this did happen-could he hang banners after what happened to Ron? Harry tried to tell himself that it mostly would affect Hermione and himself, but he still saw it as somewhat inconsiderate all the same.

Lessons were more boring than ever. No Ron in class mean ultimate boredom for Harry. He had Hermione in a few classes, but it was simply not the same at all. Hermione was just not the same fun-loving, somewhat anti-teacher person. Hermione was the house-elf-rights-obsessed, kind of strict, sort of teachers' pet person. There was nothing wrong with her, but she just wasn't the same.

Harry lived through an entire school week without seeing Ron at all (no one was allowed to visit Ron, on account of that he was very sensitive to everything for the time being), which was something of an accomplishment.

It really pained Harry to think that the last-and also first-time he saw Ron before this incident occured, it was on the train, talking about Voldemort.