NOTE: The lyrics to the song "What's the Story? (Morning Glory)" belong to Oasis. A band that was great in its time, but had a few too many problems within themselves.
Chapter 4—What's the Story? (Morning Glory)
Nothing was said about the events that took place in the Forbidden Forest. Sirius and James had made it out of the forest and had been found by Hagrid when he arrived half an hour late due to an outbreak in the pixie coral. A wide scale search had been launched to find Remus Lupin. And he turned up the next day, dirty and scratched just inside a clearing in the trees.
James and Sirius never mentioned it, but there seemed to be a mutual understanding between the three and Remus was more than happy to fade into obscurity.
"Another sunny afternoon, walking to the sound of your favorite tune . . ."
"Oy! Um, Remus, right?"
He looked around the Great Hall in surprise. His eyes fell upon James Potter and his group of friends at the Gryffindor table. The boy with the bessy hair grinned up at him and indicated a seat next to Sirius.
"Why don't you have a sit next to us?"
This was not only unusual but also fairly unexpected. He had been ready for things to go on as they had before the forest, but to be confronted with an invitation to sit at the table with all the people more popular than he could ever dream of being himself was an utter surprise, and he found himself taken aback by this gesture.
"You don't have to." He was flustered. "I mean . . . I have a spot down there next to Pettigrew. . ."
"Nonsense. Why don't you invite Pettigrew to sit with us too?" And then the strangest thing yet happened. Potter winked at him. It was the discreet kind of wink that one gives a friend they've shared an important secret with.
/They know/
He was shocked. What was going to happen now? Had they told anyone? Had they told everyone?
Without thinking, he sat down next to Sirius Black. How was he going to explain this to them? There wasn't really an easy way of going about it. Of course, there wasn't really any way around it either.
"All your dreams are made, when you're chained to your mirror and your razor blade . . ."
It was then that he realized that without knowing it he had closed his eyes tight against what he might see next. Very slowly he opened them to find Sirius and James staring at him curiously.
"What's the story morning glory?"
"Are you alright, mate?"
He swallowed and nodded weakly.
James grinned. "S'okay. But next time, you know, there's a full moon, tell us. Sirius and I have got a killer plan that'll make sure you're not in such a hairy situation next time."
"Need a little time to wake up wake up. Well, what's the story morning glory?"