Harry spent the duration of the trip to Hogwarts in the toilet. Hermione and Ron sat in the compartment with their new professor; occasionally Ron or Hermione would knock on the toilet door to see if Harry was still alive in there. Sometimes Harry would respond with words, sometimes he'd respond with a couple light taps to the floor. It was clear that Harry was miserable and what's worse was there was nothing Ron or Hermione could do until they got to Hogwarts.

Hermione made her way back to the compartment to find their sleeping professor had awakened and was staring around the compartment slightly confused. Ron was in the middle of telling him his name when he spotted Hermione.

"How is he doing?" Ron asked, his voice filled with worry.

Hermione glanced between Ron and Professor Lupin before giving Ron and assuring smile.

"I think he's thrown up everything he's ever eaten but he's still alive," Hermione said in a joking tone. She sat down next to Ron and picked up a chocolate frog. "I gave him some water and ginger crisps from the trolley. I doubt he'll keep them down but hopefully, they'll stay down long enough to help."

Professor Lupin gave Hermione a questioning look. She knew as a teacher, it was probably his job to check on sick students; even if he hadn't arrived at the school yet.

"Our friend has been sick all day," Hermione explained to the man upon seeing his questioning glance. "He's caught a nasty bug... Thank you, Ronald!" Hermione ended the last part in an accusing tone. Ron stopped shoving food in his mouth long enough to give Hermione something between a confused look and a glare.

"Sorry, Mione; but if I remember correctly, I caught it from you!" Ron said with an equal amount of accusation. He could tell that Hermione was trying to prevent Professor Lupin from checking in on Harry but he did not want to be blamed for Harry's illness... Even though there technically wasn't any illness at all. "We should get him to lay on Fred and George's pillows before they go to bed tonight."

Professor Lupin frowned slightly at Ron's last statement but shook his head dismissing the topic; he looked almost as tired as Harry but unlike Harry, he didn't look like he was about to get sick all over the place. For a second, Ron thought the man might actually be sick with some type of illness. But he dismissed the thought and went back to eating a few chocolate frogs.

It wasn't much longer until they reached Hogsmeade station and Professor Lupin stood up and exited the train before any of the students began exiting the train. Hermione went to the bathroom where she found Harry slowly exiting the toilet.

"Finally, the train stopped moving," Harry said gratefully. Hermione had figured the motion would be too much on Harry after last night but she was surprised at just how much of a toll the trip had taken on him.

"How about once we reach the castle, you go to the hospital wing and we'll pick you up after the feast?" Hermione offered, knowing Harry was not going to want to sit in a room full of food and chattering people and make an attempt to eat food. Harry nodded, looking more and more tired by the second.

The hospital wing was empty and very clean. Not that it wasn't always clean but without students running through the place, it was a different level of clean. Harry spotted Madam Pomfrey sitting by the window reading a book about healing potions. She spotted Harry and quickly stood up and pointed to a bed for Harry to lay down.

After doing a quick diagnostic check with her wand she stared at Harry with a bewildered expression. Harry could only imagine what that check had revealed but something told him, it had told her everything she needed to know and then some.

"Here is an anti-nausea potion and here is a mild pain potion. Was this the... first time?" Madam Pomfrey asked carefully. Madam Pomfrey knew a lot about werewolves and they tended to have a certain posture and expression the day after the full moon. But of course, the diagnostic check had told her about his infliction. Her heart went out the child; though she'd never experienced the brutal transformation, it was easy to tell how hard it was one the body. It had also shown the presence of a powerful cloaking spell that seemed just days away from expiring... She'd have to remember to ask Harry about that later.

"Yes, ma'am," Harry said quietly. A scared as he was, he was far too tired and his throat hurt far too much to ask questions. Madam Pomfrey seemed to understand because she closed the curtains around Harry's bed and told him to rest. It only took Harry a few seconds to fall into a coma-like sleep. She rubbed the hair off of Harry's sweaty forehead and began wishing there was something she could do to make this and his future transformations easier.

Madam Pomfrey rubbed the damp hair off of Harry's sweaty forehead and began wishing there was something she could do to make this and his future transformations easier.

When Madam Pomfrey looked up and saw Remus Lupin standing in the doorway, her heart gave an excited leap; Remus was the first werewolf she had even tended to; she still remembered seeing little Remus come in after his first transformation at Hogwarts. His expression that night had been hauntingly similar to the expression Harry had on his face when he walked in.

"Remus! How are you doing? You're looking well... Considering last night of course," Madam Pomfrey gushed, taking the man in her arms and giving him a gentle squeeze.

"I could say the same about you. Keeping busy?" Remus asked cheerfully hugging her back. He took note of the fact that the feast had barely ended and there was already a student in the hospital wing... No doubt the student who had been sick in the toilet the whole trip to Hogwarts. Remus felt sorry for the kid; the feast had been magnificent.

"You know I never keep still, Remus. I've got too much to do and too little time, my child," Madam Pomfrey said as she began buzzing around the room. She came to an abrupt pause when the student in the bed began to stir. She watched the boy intently, waiting for something to happen but when he started to snore softly, she let out a breath of relief and went back to picking through her potions.

"I feel sorry for that kid; I hear he caught a right nasty bug," Remus said. Madam Pomfrey turned and glanced at Remus with an unreadable expression. She opened her mouth as though meaning to say something but quickly closed it and went back to her potions.

"Yes, well... Harry's certainly known for his bad luck," Madam Pomfrey finally said.

"Harry? As in... Harry Potter?" Remus breathed out; a funny feeling had suddenly filled his stomach. When Madam Pomfrey nodded, Remus felt his breath catch in his throat. A mixture of excitement and apprehension began flowing through him.

Remus stared at Harry and frowned lightly. He knew Lily's spell was due to wear off soon and that he probably didn't have much time to figure out how to tell Harry before his true appearance came out. Remus looked at Madam Pomfrey and knew it wouldn't be long before she found out about the spell and perhaps she could even help him figure out what to do next.

"I have to tell you something about Harry. Can we talk in your office?"