Chapter 4: Unexpected Awareness
Harry and Daphne huddled against the far wall in the small compartment, trapped and unable to unlock the door. The sound of their own panicked breaths filled the air, accompanied by the chilling echoes of distant screams resonating in Harry's head. The Dementors were still lurking outside, their presence palpable, as if they were taunting them, clawing at the door and trying to get inside the compartment.
Harry gripped his wand tightly, his heart pounding in his chest. Daphne, trying to maintain a brave face, stayed close to him. Though Harry could tell she fought to keep her composure, her grip on his arm tightened with each passing moment.
The moment stretched on, each second feeling like an eternity. The screams in his head seemed more desperate, as the Dementors intensified their efforts to break into the compartment. Harry's thoughts were scattered and his breathing shallow.
But then, as suddenly as they had arrived, the Dementors gave up their efforts. The screams Harry was hearing faded into the distance as the Dementors were no longer pressing against the door. The silence that followed their departure was deafening.
Harry let out a shaky breath, realizing that they had been spared, at least for now. "Daphne," he whispered, his voice trembling, "do you think they're gone?"
Daphne nodded, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and lingering fear. "I think so. It seems like they've moved on down the train. But we need to be careful. They might return."
They held each other's gaze for a moment, their shared moments of terror passing between them. Harry sighed deeply, realizing that they had been spared, at least for now. "Daphne," he asked quietly, "did you hear someone screaming?"
Daphne, her voice filled with concern, shook her head. "No, Harry. I didn't hear anything. Are you sure?"
Harry nodded, his brows furrowed in confusion. "I could have sworn I heard screams, like someone was in agony. But maybe... maybe it was just my imagination."
Daphne's grip on Harry's arm squeeze briefly, before she withdrew her hand entirely. Her voice was soft but resolute. "We can't be sure what it was, Harry. The Dementors have a way of distorting our senses, playing tricks on our minds. I've heard that we don't fully understand their powers yet. Let's focus on staying safe for now."
Harry's gaze shifted to the window, his thoughts consumed by the possibility of what he might have heard. "I suppose you're right. It must have been my mind playing tricks on me."
They exchanged a brief moment of silence, their minds still grappling with the recent events. As the train gradually resumed its motion, chugging along the tracks, Harry got up and looked through the compartment window, seeing nothing. Cautiously, he tried to open the door, but it was sealed thoroughly. With a quick wand motion, he tried casting "Alohomora!" but the door remained firmly closed.
"I can't believe what Remus did," Harry said, his voice heavy with what they had witnessed. "He cast some kind of charm, something we've never seen before, to keep the Dementors away. He gave his life to protect us."
Daphne's eyes welled up with tears as she nodded in agreement. "He was incredibly brave, Harry. But I can't help feeling a mix of gratitude and sorrow. We witnessed his death, and yet, it feels like the Ministry will downplay the whole incident because he was a known werewolf."
"What?" Harry asked, spinning to face Daphne. "What do you mean? I didn't know that."
Daphne's gaze softened, understanding Harry's shock. She took a deep breath before explaining, her tone sympathetic yet matter-of-fact. "There is a registry of known werewolves in England, Harry. It's a requirement for them to register and, if they choose to reside in the country, obtain permits for their safety and the safety of others."
Harry's eyes widened in astonishment. The weight of the revelation settled heavily upon him, as if a hidden layer of complexity had been added to the tragedy they had witnessed. "I had no idea. Why haven't I heard about this before?"
Daphne reached out and gently pushed Harry's to the opposite seat from her, then sitting herself to face him. "The Ministry tends to keep it low-key, Harry. Werewolves face discrimination and prejudice in our society. Many prefer to keep their condition private, while others, like Remus, embrace a life away from the spotlight."
Harry furrowed his brow, his mind swirling with questions. "So, how many known werewolves are there in England?"
Daphne hesitated for a moment, contemplating her response. "Not many, Harry. It's a difficult existence for them. The permits are limited, and the scrutiny is immense. Most choose to live in isolation or in communities on the continent where they can find acceptance and support."
A mix of sympathy and curiosity flickered in Harry's eyes. "Do the registry and permits actually make a difference? I mean, do they help protect people from werewolves?"
Daphne nodded, her expression thoughtful. "In some ways, yes. It provides a level of control and regulation. Those who apply for permits are required to take potions to minimize their transformations' risks. It's an attempt to ensure their safety and minimize the threat to others."
Harry sighed, his mind grappling with the complexities of a world he was only beginning to understand. "It's... it's just another layer of injustice, isn't it? To be burdened with a condition that's out of their control and then face discrimination on top of it."
Daphne's voice filled with empathy. "You're right, Harry. It's unfair. But that's why Remus' sacrifice meant so much to me, and I hope it does to you, too. Many of the pure-bloods believe they are superior, but that's just people clinging to the past. What Remus did for us was a testament to the fact that a person's worth is not determined by their condition or background. He did what was right, not matter how our Ministry treated him."
Harry nodded, a mix of sadness and determination etched across his face. "I can't forget him. I want to find a way to be sure he is remembered."
Their attention was drawn to the sound of footsteps approaching their compartment. The door, still warded and locked by the remnants of Remus Lupin's magic, remained impassable. The arrival of Head Boy Percy Weasley, accompanied by Penelope Clearwater, brought a sense of relief to Harry.
Percy's brow furrowed as he tried unsuccessfully to open the door. He knocked firmly, calling out, "Harry? What's going on?"
Harry's voice carried a sense of urgency and frustration as he replied, "Percy, we can't open the door. It's... it's sealed shut. And... Remus, he's... well, the Dementors attacked him. He saved our lives."
A mix of shock and sorrow washed over Percy's face as his gaze shifted to the inanimate form of Remus Lupin. He took a moment to compose himself before turning to Penelope, his voice laced with authority. "Clearwater, cover him. We need to stand guard to keep the others away until we can figure out how to get them out."
Penelope nodded solemnly, drawing her wand and casting a spell that draped a clean white sheet over Remus' body, offering him the dignity he deserved.
Meanwhile, Percy pressed his ear against the door as he tried to cast variants of unlocking charms on it, straining to hear any sound that might provide a clue or a solution. "We need to find a way to undo this enchantment," he muttered, more to himself than to the others. "I'll have the Conductor send an emergency message to Professor Flitwick. He might know something. Harry, try to stay calm. Miss Clearwater will keep everyone away for now." With a brief nod, Percy strode out of sight, while the Head Girl moved away from the door and started casting spells around the area, conjuring what appeared to be curtains everywhere.
With a sigh, Harry turned back to face Daphne, realizing they were indeed stuck in that compartment.
Daphne's voice was quiet when she finally spoke, her words filled with both concern and curiosity. "Harry, why didn't you know about the Ministry and the registry of werewolves? I thought everyone in the wizarding world was aware of it."
Harry's gaze shifted downward, his reluctance evident. "I... I didn't grow up in the wizarding world, Daphne. I was raised by Muggle relatives, and my knowledge of my family or the wizarding society is limited. Before I got my Hogwarts letter right before first year, I didn't even know I was a wizard."
Daphne's eyes widened in surprise, her voice gentle as she sought to understand. "You were raised by Muggles? But... your parents?"
Harry's voice grew distant as he delved into the painful depths of his past. "They never explained anything, and made up stories so I would think I was 'normal' – without magic. No one really spoke about them then, or since I got into this world."
Daphne's frowned upon hearing his answer, and she shook her head briefly. "I'm sorry, Harry. That must have been incredibly difficult. But... you know your father, especially, was known for his bravery?"
Harry's was surprised to hear that from a Slytherin and a pure-blood. "How do you know?"
Daphne smiled softly, a glimmer of warmth in her eyes. "Harry, you know I come from a pure-blood family. We value our lineage and history. The Potters were well-known in our world. And as for your mother, Lily Evans, she was a brilliant witch, known for her kindness and intelligence."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
She recalled stories passed down through generations, tales that celebrated the legacy of James Potter and Lily Evans. "Your father, James, was not only a skilled wizard but also a natural leader. He fearlessly stood up against dark forces and fought for what was right. He was one of the key members of the Order of the Phoenix, a secret organization dedicated to opposing Lord Voldemort and his followers."
Daphne's eyes seemed sad as she continued, "I've heard from my parents that your father had an unwavering loyalty to his friends, often placing their safety above his own. There are accounts of him putting himself in harm's way to protect those he cared about, even if it meant facing seemingly insurmountable odds. Something about him growing up as he was leaving Hogwarts, and what he was willing to do during the war.
"Your mother I was told possessed a rare blend of intellect and compassion. She was known for her exceptional magical prowess, particularly in charms and potions, and was a favorite of the former Potions Master when she was a student. But my mother told me that younger students loved and respected for her unwavering kindness and empathy when they were struggling."
Daphne's expression brightened as she recalled a specific incident. "There's a famous incident involving your mother, Harry. When she was Head Girl, she stood up to Severus Snape, who wasn't always kind to muggleborn students. When Snape was casting hexes at another student, Lily intervened, refusing to let his behavior go unchecked. My mother saw the whole thing, and said that it showed Lily's deep sense of justice. Of course, as a muggleborn, she may have been rather sensitive to his behavior as well. I've heard they were friends before then, but stopped for reasons my parents didn't know."
Harry's felt a mix of emotions as he replied, "Not a lot of people are willing to share stories with me, Daphne. Thank you."
Daphne nodded, grimacing slightly more than anything. "I understand, Harry. Discovering your heritage can be a lot to process."
Harry focus his attention to Daphne at that grimace, his voice soft but curious. "Would you be willing to tell me about your family, Daphne?"
Daphne took a deep breath, her eyes growing somewhat distant. "My father is a member of the Wizengamot. He believes in keeping magical traditions and knowledge alive, but he also wants our society to grow and thrive. We're proud of our heritage, you would say, but we don't think we're better than others. My father fought in that forum, and was willing to take risks during the war to protect the wizarding world from darkness. He tried to help the muggleborn and half-bloods, but he wasn't always successful."
Harry listened intently, his eyes wide with newfound understanding. "And what about your mother?"
Daphne's voice softened, tinged with sadness. "My mother passed away a few years ago. She was a kind and compassionate witch who also believed in magic and tradition, but not in any kind of supremacy. I strive to honor her memory by doing the best I can in classes."
Their dialogue was interrupted by a gentle knock on the compartment door. The Head Girl stood outside, her expression filled with concern. "I'm sorry, but the school sent a message that someone will meet us when we arrive in Hogsmeade soon."
Harry nodded, understanding that whatever Remus did was very powerful indeed. "Thank you for trying. Please, take care of Remus's body. He deserves respect."
The Head Girl nodded solemnly and stepped back, standing guard to protect the compartment from prying eyes and giving them privacy.
"You know, Harry," Daphne said slowly. "My parents knew yours from around school and later in the Ministry. I don't believe they were particularly close, but I've heard stories of the strong bonds of friendship that existed between your father, James, and his closest companions: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. They were inseparable during their time at Hogwarts, forming a tight-knit group known as the Marauders."
"Remus Lupin?" Harry asked, surprised yet again. "As in, the man that just saved our lives? And Sirius Black, the man that supposed to want me dead?"
She paused, her voice tinged with a touch of wistfulness. "I believe so. According to my parents, their friendship was legendary. They shared a camaraderie that went beyond mere schoolmates. They were brothers in every sense of the word, always looking out for one another."
Daphne's eyes smiled slightly, even if her tone and face failed to match it. "The stories they recounted using magic to create elaborate pranks and navigate the halls of Hogwarts undetected. They even discovered secrets of the castle, and were almost impossible to catch."
Her voice softened with a hint of admiration. "Remus, being a werewolf, had to have faced immense challenges. My parents didn't find out he was a werewolf until years later. I wonder if it was before or after everything went bad." Daphne paused, her expression thoughtful. "They were more than friends; they were a family. They shared laughter, dreams, and even heartache. It's a rare and precious thing to have such strong connections in life."
Her gaze met Harry's, and she started frowning. "Your father, James, was described as the ringleader, the one with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Sirius was the loyal and daring friend, always ready to stand up for what he believed in. Remus possessed an innate wisdom and kindness that endeared him to everyone. And Peter... well, my parents didn't speak much about Peter, but he was part of their group, too." Daphne's voice grew softer, clearly sad. "But friendships can change, sometimes in ways we never expected. Life took them down different paths, and tragically, not all of them ended up on the right side of history."
Harry's emotions swirled within him, a mix of shock, anger, and a renewed sense of purpose. The truth about his parents and the people who had shaped his life was both overwhelming and empowering. This was clearly part of what Minister Fudge had been trying to hide from him, and while werewolves were clearly feared and shunned, an old family friend he never knew about just saved his life. Yet another old family friend he never knew about wanted to end it – or so the Ministry claims. "I really don't know how to thank you," Harry said finally, unable to determine what exactly he was feeling. "I wish I'd known this and Remus before today."
The train started slowing again, causing Harry and Daphne to look out the window. Hogsmeade was coming closer, lit by a parade of bobbing lights and looking nearly as bright as the noontime sun. As the train finally arrived at Hogsmeade, the Hogwarts faculty, led by Minerva McGonagall and Filius Flitwick, rushed onto the train, and Harry could see their somber expressions before they boarded.
In almost no time, Flitwick approached the compartment that Harry and Daphne were stuck inside, followed closely by Poppy Pomfrey. Flitwick's normally cheerful demeanor was overshadowed by a somber expression. He exchanged a brief glance with Poppy, who carried a medical bag in her hand, before addressing Harry and Daphne. "I'm terribly sorry for the delay, Mr. Potter, Miss Greengrass. Madam Pomfrey needs a moment to first take care of the unfortunate circumstances here."
As Flitwick stepped back to make room, Poppy came forward, her stern yet compassionate face showing concern. She knelt by Remus Lupin's body, and with a clearly a practiced touch examined him. She glanced briefly at Flitwick, before re-covering his body and levitating him into the air. With a slow pace, she left the train with the body trailing along behind her.
Flitwick gestured at the Head Girl, before saying. "Please help the others, Miss Clearwater. I will see to Mr. Potter and Miss Greengrass." Penelope nodded before vanishing all of the conjured curtains and heading off into the train.
Flitwick, his eyes filled with a mixture of empathy and resolve, struggled for a moment with the door. He waved his wand, muttering a series of unlocking spells, but the door remained stubbornly closed. Frowning, he took a step back, a glimmer of frustration crossing his features. "I apologize, but it seems Mr Lupin's enchantments have rendered the door very firmly sealed. This may take a few moments."
Harry nodded, appreciating the professor's assurance. "Thank you, Professor Flitwick."
Flitwick's eyes shimmered with determination as he focused his wand on the locked door. He muttered several long incantations under his breath, pouring a visible massive amount of his magical prowess into some kind of spell. With a burst of energy, the door emitted a faint squeal before swinging open, revealing the determined professor standing before them.
A brief flicker of a smile tugged at Flitwick's lips as he entered the compartment, his diminutive figure emanating an air of wisdom and compassion. He took a seat next to Harry, looking at both students,and his eyes filled with empathy as he sighed.
"My dear students," Flitwick began, his voice gentle yet resolute. "Remus clearly had taken precautions to ensure the safety of the compartment, even in his absence. But with a bit of effort, as you can see I did manage to bypass his enchantments." Reaching into his robe pocket, he withdrew two thick chocolate bars. "Please, each of you, eat one of these immediately. As outrageous as it sounds, this will counteract the effects of the Dementors that may linger."
Harry and Daphne exchanged glances, grateful for Flitwick's determination in reaching them. They slowly took the chocolate bars, and began to unwrap them. As soon as Harry tasted the chocolate, he felt a sense of relief and warmth wash through his body, which made him realize just how cold inside he had been feeling the whole time. Judging by Daphne's widened eyes, she must be feeling an equal amount of relief.
Flitwick's voice grew solemn as he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the young pair. "I understand that you both witnessed something deeply distressing. The presence of Dementors can evoke a range of emotions, overwhelming even the strongest of individuals. It is crucial that you acknowledge and process what you've gone through."
Harry's hands clenched into fists as he recalled the haunting screams and the overwhelming despair that had filled the compartment. "It... it felt like all hope was lost. Like I was drowning in darkness."
Flitwick's expression softened as he nodded in understanding. "Yes, the effects of Dementors can be paralyzing. They feed on happiness, leaving behind a vacuum of despair. It is essential to remember that what you felt was not weakness, but a natural response to their presence."
Daphne's voice trembled slightly as she spoke up, her eyes mirroring the lingering unease. "Professor Flitwick, why did the Dementors leave? Harry thought he heard screaming while they were here, but then they moved on and it was just .. empty."
Flitwick's gaze shifted between Harry and Daphne, his voice filled with compassion. "Those were not ordinary screams, my dear. They were echoes of the trauma that we as individuals have witnessed throughout our lives, whether we remember them consciously or not. Dementors seek to exploit and magnify the pain within the individuals near them. It's essentially what they thrive on, feed on, at some level. But when they realized their attempts were in vain, they moved on."
Harry's brows furrowed, a mixture of relief and confusion flickering in his eyes. "But was someone screaming? I thought... I thought it was someone in danger. But then when we talked about it, I thought maybe I imagined everything."
"Harry, you have a strong amount of trauma from when you were a child and your parents were attacked. It may be that, it may be something else. But it's clearly in your subconscious, and that may be a better thing than actively remembering the event that you are hearing." Flitwick reached out and placed a supportive hand on Harry's shoulder. "Remember, my dear boy, you are not alone in this. Hogwarts is not just a school; it's a community. We stand together, offering support and understanding during times of hardship."
Daphne nodded, her voice steady yet filled with emotion. "Thank you, Professor Flitwick."
Harry also nodded slowly, trying to understand what he was being told. "Yes, thank you. Your words mean a lot right now."
Flitwick smiled faintly, his eyes twinkling with compassion. "You're most welcome, Harry and Daphne. Remember, if you ever need someone to talk to or seek guidance, my door is always open. We will get through this together, one step at a time."
Harry's determination sparked as he looked at Daphne, a newfound resolve gleaming in his eyes. "What if we could learn how to repel Dementors? Imagine being able to protect ourselves and others from their presence."
Daphne's gaze met Harry's, her own determination matching his. "I want to learn too, Harry. We can't let ourselves be defenseless in the face of such darkness. We could save others, like Remus did for us."
Flitwick nodded, his eyes filled with admiration for their bravery. "I'm glad to see such determination in both of you. Learning the Patronus Charm is no easy task, but with dedication and practice, it is possible."
Harry's excitement was tempered with a hint of eagerness. "Professor Flitwick, would you teach us? We're willing to put in the effort."
Flitwick was clearly impressed by their commitment. "Of course, Harry. I will be more than happy to help both of you. However, I must warn you, mastering the Patronus Charm is a challenging endeavor. It may take months, even longer."
Daphne's voice held a touch of determination. "We understand, Professor. We're ready to put in the time and effort required. It's a skill worth learning, especially given the circumstances."
Flitwick's nodded solemnly. "Very well, then. Let's arrange a schedule. How about we meet every Saturday morning right after breakfast? We'll dedicate that time to learning and practicing the Patronus Charm."
Harry and Daphne exchanged a glance, silently confirming their commitment. "That sounds perfect, Professor. Saturday mornings it is," Harry replied.
Flitwick's tone turned serious as he emphasized the challenge that lay ahead. "Remember, the Patronus Charm requires not only skill but also a deep connection with positive memories. It's essential to stay focused and find your own unique way of conjuring a Patronus."
Daphne nodded, her determination unwavering. "We'll do our best, Professor. Thank you for agreeing to help us."
Flitwick's he rose from his seat, gesturing for the students to rise with him. "It will be my pleasure, Daphne. I would like to honor the memory of Remus Lupin as well, and I believe in both of you. We'll take this journey together, step by step, until you both master the charm. Now, let us move up to the castle. Remember, my door will always be open to both of you."
Chapter 5: Honoring Remus
As Harry and Daphne stepped out of the compartment and onto the platform at Hogsmeade station, they found themselves alone. The other students had already made their way to the castle, leaving them to navigate the path on their own. The air felt brisk, but not the kind of bone-chilling cold that the Dementor's presence triggered.
"Daphne," Harry started slowly as they walked, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and hope, "do you think there's a way to help werewolves? I mean, as a way to honor Remus and also make a real difference?"
Daphne paused for a moment, considering Harry's words. "I've been thinking about that too, Harry. I don't want Remus's sacrifice to be in vain. But where do we even begin? How can we find a way to truly help them?"
Professor Flitwick drew their attention as he made a long "Hmmm" noise, adjusting his spectacles and looking at them with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Werewolves, is it? So you knew about Mr. Lupin's condition?"
"Daphne did, sir," Harry replied, his voice steady. "She explained to me about how werewolves face discrimination and strict monitoring."
Professor Flitwick's eyes twinkled with interest. "A cause, indeed. If you wish to honor Mr Lupin in some way by facing that cause, that's commendable. But there are people here at Hogwarts who could help you. Do you know Miss Clearwater? She is a remarkable researcher."
Daphne glanced at Harry before focusing on Flitwick. "If she's knowledgeable about werewolves and willing to assist us, perhaps we could find a starting point."
Professor Flitwick nodded, his tiny frame keeping pace with their steps as they walked toward the castle. "Miss Clearwater is passionate about magical creatures and has devoted considerable time to studying them. She might have insights and resources that can guide you in your quest to help werewolves."
Harry's was still feeling horrified at what they witnessed, but felt honor-bound to not just be a spectator to what he had learned. "We'll seek her out then, Professor. If there's anyone who can help us make a difference, it's someone like her."
Professor Flitwick smiled slightly, his enthusiasm tempered by the gravity of the topic and what happened. "I'm glad to see your commitment. Remember, knowledge and understanding are powerful tools. With the right guidance, you can bring about positive change."
As they neared the towering castle, Harry, Daphne, and Professor Flitwick knew that their journey had just begun. The path they had chosen was filled with challenges, but the prospect of making a difference for werewolves and honoring Remus's memory filled them with a sense of purpose.
"We won't give up," Daphne said firmly, her voice carrying determination. "We'll learn all we can and find a way to help werewolves, to give them hope for a better future."
Professor Flitwick nodded, his eyes shining with pride. "I have faith in both of you. Together, with the support of others, you can make a profound impact. Let Miss Clearwater be your first step on this remarkable journey."
As they neared the grand entrance of the castle, where the heavy oak doors were closed, Daphne's eyes widened as a realization struck her. She turned to Harry, her voice filled with urgency. "Harry, think about it. Remus... Dementors don't kill someone. His body will be alive for a while, even though his soul is gone. The human and the wolf will be missing, but the body with all of the magic and other properties is here. That means there might be a way to study the curse itself, to find a breakthrough that could help other werewolves."
Harry's gaze met Daphne's, and he barely understood the significance of her epiphany. "Do you really think so? Wouldn't this have been tried before somehow?"
Flitwick chimed in quickly. "Indeed, I think Miss Greengrass may have hit upon something significant. I don't believe this situation has arisen before, so this is a unique opportunity. Remus's vegetative state could hold the key to unlocking the secrets of the curse. But we must approach this with caution and profound respect."
The doors opened as they climbed up the steps, and Professor McGonagall stepped forward, her eyes sharp with worry. "Are you physically alright? I won't ask about emotionally."
Harry and Daphne traded a brief glance, before Harry shrugged halfheartedly. "We're physically ok, ma'am."
Daphne took a deep breath, her determination evident. "Professor, we believe that Remus's condition could provide us with a chance to understand the curse that afflicts werewolves. With your permission, with the assistance of Madam Pomfrey, we'd like to monitor his body for what the curse does. Perhaps together, we can make progress in finding a way to help werewolves and mitigate their suffering."
Professor McGonagall regarded Daphne with a mix of admiration and concern. "Miss Greengrass, this is no small endeavor. Dealing with curses and matters of life and death requires immense responsibility and expertise. As third years, how could you know what to look for? The idea has merit, but why should you be the one investigating?"
"Since Remus Lupin gave his life for us, there's a sense of obligation – that, well, I feel –" Daphne started, only to be cut off by Harry.
"We feel, both of us," Harry said firmly.
"Yes," Daphne continued on, "we feel that we need to do something to honor his sacrifice in some way. We'll try to learn the Patronus Charm to protect ourselves, but that's for us. It's not for – it doesn't really help others, the werewolves, and how they are looked down upon."
McGonagall stared at the two students for a long moment. "Filius? Waht do you think?"
"Well," Flitwick began, "I have already appreciated this idea, and suggested they seek the assistance of someone with more extensive knowledge in the field. Miss Clearwater's researching ability and knowledge of Creatures would prove invaluable in their pursuit."
Professor McGonagall nodded, her expression firm yet encouraging. "Very well. Assuming Miss Clearwater agrees, I will arrange a meeting between you three, Madam Pomfrey, and myself. Together, we shall discuss the parameters and logistics of your research. I hope that your endeavors bring about positive changes."
A sense of gratitude washed over Daphne as she heard Professor McGonagall's words. "Thank you, Professor. We understand the gravity of this undertaking, and we promise to approach it with the utmost care and dedication."
"See that you do," McGonagall said, gesturing them inside. "This is no light matter, as I'm sure you both well know by now."
"Mr Potter, Miss Greengrass," Flitwick said, "please wait for me after the feast, and I will introduce you properly to Miss Clearwater. Try to eat if you can, and lean on your friends for support."
As Harry and Daphne made their way into the castle, the somber atmosphere hung heavy in the air. They arrived late to the Hogwarts feast, the Great Hall already filled with students at their places at their respective house tables, the food already being consumed. The usual buzz of chatter was noticeably absent, replaced by hushed whispers and solemn expressions.
Daphne nodded to Harry as she moved toward the Slytherin table, leaving him to continue toward the Gryffindor table alone. Harry noticed Ron and Hermione sitting together, their faces etched with concern. He quickly made his way over to join his friends.
"Hey, Harry," Ron greeted them in a subdued tone, his plate not nearly as full of food as it normally would be for a feast. "Glad you made it. It's been... well, you can imagine."
Hermione nodded in agreement, her voice soft. "We were worried about you. Percy and Penelope wouldn't let us near where you were, and everything was blocked off. What happened? How are you holding up?"
Harry sighed, his gaze fixed on the empty seat at Head Table that should have been occupied by Remus Lupin. "It wasn't good. The new Defense professor was a man named Remus Lupin. The Dementors got on board while I was near the loo. Daphne Greengrass was there as well, and they were coming for us. Remus saved us – he got us into a compartment and sealed it so we'd be safe. But .." Harry trailed off for a long moment, and he fought the feeling of tears that wanted to form. "The Dementors got him while he was seeing to our safety, so he gave his life for us. Seeing what happened... it's hard to process."
Ron and Hermione exchanged horrified looks, suddenly understanding why their friend never returned to their original compartment on the train. "We're here for you, Harry," Hermione said quietly, "for whatever you need."
Harry nodded, grateful for their support. "Thanks. I appreciate it. Daphne and I .. we were .. well, thinking of how to maybe honor Remus. We're thinking about what we can do to help werewolves and how they are treated. We're going to need all the help we can get."
Ron grimaced at the mention of Daphne, but sighed. "I'll help how I can, Harry. You know that. I'll even help Daphne if she needs it."
"Thanks, Ron," Harry said, feeling genuine gratitude that his first friend could see past the house barriers when things really mattered. "I'm glad I can count on you both."
As the Hogwarts feast drew to a close, the room fell into a hushed silence. The students turned their attention to the head table, where Professor Dumbledore rose from his seat, his presence commanding the attention of all.
"Dear students," Dumbledore began, his voice carrying across the Great Hall, "I must address a matter of utmost importance. As you may have noticed, the Dementors have been sent here to guard the perimeter of Hogwarts. Their presence is necessary for our protection, but we must remain vigilant and aware of their nature."
A ripple of unease spread through the students, and Dumbledore's eyes swept across the room, his gaze filled with concern. "I must emphasize that Dementors possess extraordinary abilities. They can see through disguises, render invisibility cloaks useless, and even penetrate certain potions. It is imperative that you exercise caution when venturing outside the castle."
A murmur of apprehension echoed throughout the Great Hall, as the gravity of the situation settled upon the students. Dumbledore's voice remained steady as he continued, "Furthermore, it is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Remus Lupin, was attacked on the train and will be unable to continue teaching this year."
As whispers of shock and concern filled the air, Harry felt displeasure at how the reality was being glossed over. Making eye contact with Daphne, he saw her sharp frown form and knew his face must look similar. What use did Dumbledore have in not telling the students that the professor gave his life up?
Dumbledore's expression turned somber, "Rest assured, we have taken necessary steps to ensure a replacement who will join us shortly. I ask for your understanding and cooperation during this transition."
A mix of anticipation and curiosity flickered in the students' eyes as Dumbledore spoke. "In the meantime, we must adjust our plans. As long as the Dementors remain in close proximity to Hogwarts, I regret to announce that all Hogsmeade trips will be canceled until further notice. Your safety and well-being are of the utmost importance to us."
A collective sigh of disappointment and understanding filled the Great Hall, as the students realized the necessity of this decision. Dumbledore's gaze swept across the room once again, his voice filled with reassurance. "While these circumstances may bring challenges, I have every confidence in your resilience and ability to adapt. We will face these obstacles together, as a united Hogwarts community."
With those final words, Dumbledore took his seat, appearing as though he was a source of both wisdom and empathy. Harry and Daphne again found their eyes meeting across the Great Hall, and it was clear to Harry that neither of them appreciated or understood why the significance of what happened was being downplayed.
As the Great Hall emptied and the students made their way to their respective common rooms, whispers of the Dementors and the canceled Hogsmeade trips echoed through the corridors. Harry motioned for Ron and Hermione to go on without him, as he stepped toward the Head Table to meet Flitwick. By the time they met, Daphne joined them.
"I am sorry," Flitwick told them both quietly, an intense and buzzing tone in his voice. "The Ministry forbade Dumbledore from saying anything more profound that what he did."
Harry felt his anger surge, realizing that Daphne had vastly underestimated how the Ministry might downplay an attack that tool the life of a werewolf. Before he could say anything, he saw Penelope Clearwater join them. With a serious expression on his face, Flitwick motioned for the Head Girl to join them more closely. "Harry, Daphne, I spoke to Miss Clearwater briefly during the feast. She is willing to meet with both of you to discuss this very specific research and provide guidance. She, too, feels a sense of moral obligation to Remus Lupin for his sacrifice."
"When and where should we meet?" Daphne asked, her voice filled with sadness.
Professor Flitwick waved to Penelope. She leaned forward so their heads were all but touching. "Let's meet tomorrow evening in the library. Professor Flitwick will have Madam Pomfrey join the meeting. And we're required to keep what we're doing quiet – if Professor Dumbledore is told, he is obligated to stop it. So Professor McGonagall will be the one who is overseeing our efforts."
"Thank you for helping us," Harry said quietly. "What's happening here isn't right, but maybe we can find a way to make things better."
"I hope so," Penelope said, "I really do."
Chapter 6: Ripples
The next evening, Harry and Daphne met outside the Library, their minds still reeling from the encounter with the Dementors. The normally bustling Hogwarts library was more somber, filled with hushed whispers and students scurrying about in search of books. Finding a table tucked away in a quiet corner, they prepared to meet Penelope Clearwater, who had taken the initiative to gather information about werewolves.
Approaching them with a determined sparkle in her blue eyes, Penelope placed a stack of books on the table. "Harry, Daphne, I've been doing some digging into werewolves," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I thought it might be helpful for us to learn as much as we can about the condition and try to understand what might have led to the Dementors targeting Professor Lupin."
Grateful for Penelope's initiative, Harry nodded. "That's a great idea, thanks."
Daphne's gaze flickered with determination as she nodded in agreement. "Let's start digging."
Penelope opened one of the books, its aged pages exuding a sense of immense history, and scanned its contents. "Here, I've found a section that provides an overview of werewolves. It talks about their transformation, the societal stigma they face, and some historical accounts of werewolf activity."
As they delved into the books, Harry and Daphne discovered mentions of the Wolfsbane Potion, a concoction that allowed werewolves to retain their human minds during the full moon. They read about the werewolf registry and the complex legal implications surrounding the condition.
Furrowing his brow, Harry read aloud from a passage. "It says here that some werewolves manage to live relatively normal lives, while others succumb to uncontrollable rage during their transformations. It seems like the level of control varies from person to person."
Nodding in agreement, Daphne traced a faded illustration of a werewolf in one of the books. "That would explain why Professor Lupin was able to teach at Hogwarts. He had remarkable control over his condition, but the dark magic in the curse also made him a target for the Dementors."
Penelope leaned in, her eyes shining with curiosity. "I also stumbled upon some accounts of werewolf societies and support groups. It seems there are organizations dedicated to advocating for the rights of werewolves and providing assistance. Perhaps we can reach out to them for further information."
Harry felt a surge of gratitude at that news. "That's brilliant, Penelope. Maybe they can also help us get better references, more modern ones."
The next day, frustration consumed Harry and Daphne as they read an article in The Daily Prophet. The headline claimed that the Dementor attack on the Hogwarts Express was merely a "security inspection," disregarding the truth. The article, filled with Ministry propaganda, downplayed the severity of the attack and ignored Remus Lupin's sacrifice. The Senior Undersecretary to the Minister, Dolores Umbridge, was quoted as saying, "All the students remain perfectly safe, there was only some minor drama around how they boarded the train." It was clear that the Ministry was attempting to suppress the truth and divert attention away from their own involvement.
Driven by their anger, Harry and Daphne shared their frustrations with Hermione, Ron, and Tracy Davis. Gathering in a corner of the Great Hall after dinner, they spent hours discussing the misleading article and the urgent need to expose the truth.
Hermione nodded fervently. "You're right, Harry. We can't let this injustice stand. We need to gather evidence and get sworn statements from other students who were on the train and heard or saw what happened to Remus Lupin. It will show the real story and prove that the Daily Prophet is twisting the facts."
Tracy added with conviction, "And we should find a way to expose the Ministry's manipulation. Everyone needs to know that Sirius Black isn't the real threat here; the Dementors and Fudge's decision to deploy them are."
Their animated discussion caught the attention of nearby students, and whispers about what really happened during the Dementor attack and the subsequent cover-up began to circulate. Word spread quickly throughout Hogwarts, and some students started demanding justice for Remus Lupin. They shared their own accounts of the Dementors' presence on the train, describing the fear and flashbacks to traumatic memories unleashed by the foul creatures. Some students even wrote letters to their parents, urging them to raise awareness about the Ministry's misconduct.
The school buzzed with heated discussions as students formed groups, passionately advocating for justice for Remus Lupin, while others viewed him with disdain, perceiving him as a mindless beast. Tensions ran high as these opposing factions clashed, their voices blending into a cacophony of arguments.
By the end of the week, it was evident that the Ministry was aware of the truth surfacing, and they were attempting to suppress it. Meeting at the library on Friday afternoon, Harry and Daphne could sense the tension in the air.
The Hogwarts library was filled with anxious students, poring over the latest edition of the Daily Prophet. Harry and Daphne sat side by side, their expressions narrowing with frustration as they read the headlines emblazoned across the front page.
"More about Sirius Black?" Daphne exclaimed, her frustration palpable. "They're trying to divert attention away from the Dementors and what happened on the train."
Harry clenched his fists, determination burning in his eyes. "They want us to forget about the attack, about Remus. They want to bury the truth."
The article in the Daily Prophet detailed the ongoing manhunt for Sirius Black, portraying him as a deranged and dangerous criminal. Meanwhile, the role of the Dementors in Hogwarts' security was conveniently omitted.
"They're manipulating the narrative," Harry seethed. "They want everyone to believe that the real threat is Sirius Black, not the Dementors or Fudge's decision to deploy them."
Daphne nodded, her face etched with determination. "We can't let them succeed. We need to make sure people know what really happened—the truth about the Dementors and how they're affecting the students."
Hermione, Ron, and Tracy joined them, their faces reflecting a mix of determination and concern. Hermione, her jaw set, addressed the group. "We need to gather statements from the other students who were impacted on the train, to show that the Daily Prophet is twisting the facts."
Tracy chimed in, her voice filled with conviction. "And we should find a way to expose the Ministry's manipulation. Let everyone know that Sirius Black isn't the real threat here. No one has seen him since he broke out."
As they spoke, whispers filled the library, and students around them leaned in closer to catch snippets of their conversation. News of Harry and Daphne's suspicions quickly spread, fueling a wave of speculation and curiosity among their peers.
That Saturday morning, Harry found his path to breakfast blocked by Draco Malfoy, Zacharias Smith, and Cormac MacLaggen. Their sneering faces dripped with contempt as they confronted him and his friends. Harry's resolve hardened, ready to defend his cause.
Malfoy crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing. "Potter, what's the point of all this? Lupin was nothing but a dangerous creature. We're better off without him."
Harry's jaw tightened, but he maintained his composure. "He was a person, Malfoy, not just a creature! He fought against his own nature to protect us. How can you be so heartless?"
Zacharias stepped forward, his voice dripping with condescension. "Oh, Potter, don't play the hero. Lupin was a werewolf—a monster. Why waste our sympathy on someone who was bound to turn on us eventually?"
Hermione couldn't contain her anger and interjected, her voice laced with indignation. "That's a gross generalization! Werewolf-ism doesn't define a person's worth. Remus was kind, intelligent, and brave. He chose to fight against the darkness within him every single day!"
Cormac scoffed dismissively. "He was just biding his time until his next transformation. I wouldn't be surprised if he enjoyed sinking his teeth into innocent people."
Tracy, unable to contain her anger, stepped forward to confront them. "You're being completely unfair! There's no record that Lupin ever hurt anyone! You're just spreading baseless rumors!"
Harry felt the anger bubbling inside him, but he managed to keep his composure and resisted stooping to Malfoy's level. Just as he turned away, hoping to sidestep the pointless confrontation, a sudden blast of magic whizzed past him. Reacting instinctively, he ducked, narrowly avoiding the curse intended for him. When he turned around, he saw a heavily scarred man with a crazy fake eye and a peg leg stomping toward them. The man, wearing Auror's robes, fixed a piercing gaze on Malfoy.
"What do we have here, Mr. Malfoy? Trying to attack an unsuspecting student from behind, are we?" the scarred man bellowed.
Moody's magical eye gleamed with a mixture of approval and caution as he glanced at Harry. "Next time you argue with someone, watch your back, Potter," he grumbled before striding away, the transformed ferret that used to be Malfoy following obediently through the air. "As your new Defense professor, I'd better get that lesson through your thick skull right quick. The name's Moody, by the way, for those of you who don't recognize me."
As Harry contemplated the bizarre turn of events, he couldn't help but feel a mix of shock and satisfaction. Moody's display of power had left him speechless, and he couldn't shake the feeling that Moody might be an ally in their fight against the Ministry's deception. Judging by the horrified faces of Zacharias and Cormac, they might feel the same way.
