Chapter 10 Bringing in Remus

It was two days later when the owl came; Sirius was not a wanted man. Mr. Greenway said that since he had the Potter will and the memory, it was easy to prove that Sirius was not the Secret Keeper and to watch for the Prophet headline. Those two days were spent in a flurry of letter writing.

Sirius wrote to his grandfather, Arcturus, to ask about his place in the family; Narcissa, to warn her to keep the Malfoy money out of other people's pockets; and Marius, to let him know what was going on. He didn't want to write to his grandfather, but Hydrus insisted.

Hydrus wrote three letters with his laptop, one was to the Longbottoms warning them to keep watch for vengeful Death Eaters; he signed it 'a friend'. He also sent a letter to the Dursleys warning them to move if they didn't want freaks watching their house; this one unsigned. The last letter was to Frostwell, telling him he had heard about his inventions and asking him if he wanted to combine their efforts. He gave the address to the shop and told the man he could leave an answer for him there.

That evening the paper was delivered as a special addition. The first headline read:

Peter Pettigrew Wanted for Questioning in the Potter Murders

The article that followed described what might have happened on Halloween and the details of Sirius's memory of the switch. It also told that Pettigrew was a rat Animagus and might be in hiding and to consider him dangerous.

The second headline was:

Many Purebloods Missing; Presumed Death Eaters

This article said that many prominent members of society were missing and after the Aurors found many Dark items in their houses while searching for clues the absent Purebloods were thought to be in league with He Who Must Not Be Named. Lucius, Bellatrix and the others that Hydrus rendered useless were listed as Dark (except Crouch Jr. who in a smaller article was only listed as missing and it was also mentioned his father would give a hefty reward for any viable information on him).

The last headline said:

Lestrange Brothers Caught Attempting to Assassinate Longbottoms

This one said that the two brothers tried to break into Longbottom manor. When they were caught trying to take down the wards by Mad-eye Moody, Frank and Alice Longbottom. It was Alastor that dragged them to a cell. When the brothers were questioned under Veritaserum they stated that they were looking for Bellatrix and their Master's whereabouts. They thought since Neville was on the Dark Lord's hit list that the Longbottoms would know. Frank made sure to thank the anonymous informant for the warning, had it not been for that missive they would have not been as vigilant.

Hydrus was quite content with the stories. Now that the Ministry didn't have Sirius as a scapegoat they had to actually do their job and hunt down the remaining Death Eaters. Hydrus made a promise to himself to keep an eye on each future article to make sure no innocent was charged.

"Sirius," Hydrus said as they were finishing up their breakfast the next morning, "we need to get you to the Ministry, so you can sign custody papers for Harry."

"Right," Sirius agreed, looking more like himself. He had slept better and now the bags under his grey eyes weren't as pronounced and without the glamor watch on his goatee and mustache were neatly trimmed, and his long black hair was loosely curled. All in all, he looked well rested and closer to the aristocrat he was supposed to be. "Then can we find Moony?" he asked almost childlike. He had wanted to write him the last couple of days, but Hydrus suggested he wait until his name was cleared, because in the last timeline, Moony thought him guilty. There would be apologies between both men, but they were all that was left of the Marauders.

Hydrus's eyes softened at the near pleading request. The last couple of days had been cathartic for the other man. With his grieving at night, reading some self-help books, playing with Harry and his talent for violent video games, he seemed to have vented a lot of emotion; however, he was feeling keenly alone without his friends. "Yeah, with that Prophet headline about Pettigrew, it should be safe. You should write him now; let him know we can meet him tonight, and maybe there'll be an answer when we get back?"

"Right, I'll pop off a quick letter. Where should we meet him?" he asked. Some more life came back into that face. Being around Harry helped, but he needed someone to talk to and as much as Hydrus came through for him, he was not yet close enough to the man.

"There's a diner in London called John's Eatery, it has the best chocolate cake in all of England and if your Remus is anything like mine that'll suit. It's on the bus route and if I remember correctly, Remus can't drive, so it is easier to meet him there and bring him back." He had no problem erasing the werewolf's memory of the house, him, and Harry if things went bad. However, Remus seemed to forgive Sirius easily enough last time, so he wasn't overly worried. "Besides, I want some of that cake."

Sirius barked with laughter and nodded. He then headed up the stairs to his room to write his request. Twenty minutes later he came back down dressed in some semi-formal dark blue robes. Hydrus wore plainer dark green ones. After letting Tippy know they'd be back in a few hours, the two men left.

Coming to the visitor's entrance, they dialed the number in the out of order phone booth, got their nametags, and enjoyed the trip down. They made their way to the check in, handed over their wands (Hydrus's holly phoenix wand), and got directions to the Department of Family Services.

The office was unimpressive, just a counter with cubbyholes lining the back wall behind it. A doorway that looked like it would lead to the archives. There were chairs along the front wall and a table in the far corner. You could tell this was an underfunded department of the Ministry. Then again there was very little use for the office, since magicals tended to cherish their children, and Muggle-raised were not a priority. The department was mostly used to place squibs in non-magical orphanages, and the occasional adoption.

You would think that since the war was just over the office would see more traffic, but it looked like families were tending their orphans without the help of the Ministry, such as Susan Bones. Harry should have gone through here, if for nothing else to make sure he had all the correct paperwork to live with his non-magical aunt.

A very bored clerk looked up from his book and asked, "What can I do for you gentlemen today?" Jacob Winifred liked his job, as long as he didn't have to do anything.

Sirius pulled out his copy of the will and handed to the man behind the desk. "I recently obtained custody of my godson. I need to fill out the appropriate forms," he said in a jovial voice. "I also need his documents for the Muggle World."

The rather dumpy clerk took the will and started to read. The more he read the wider his eyes got. "This is the will of James Potter! That means you're going to raise Harry Potter! The Boy Who Lived! It's a pleasure to meet you, Sirius Black," he shouted cheerfully as he reached over the counter and started pumping Sirius's hand.

The other two men groaned. They had been hoping that title wasn't well known yet. Sirius glared at the clerk, jerked his hand away and barked, "Don't call him that. His name is Harry. Just do your job and get me the forms I need."

Jacob paled at the order and started scurrying around to get the paperwork. After gathering all that was required, he handed them to Sirius and the two Blacks took themselves to the visitors' tables to fill them out. While they did that, the clerk worked on the Muggle papers. Most of it was easy enough, simply calling records from the archive and spelling them with a small charm to list a Muggle hospital as a place of birth.

Thirty minutes later, Sirius finished and went back to the desk and handed the completed forms to the employee. The pudgy man looked them over, nodded every now and then as he flipped through, and stamped where needed. After the last page was stamped, the bundle flashed white, duplicated twice, and the originals disappeared.

"Here you go, Mr. Black. This is your copy, his Muggle papers, and you are all done," the happy clerk said as he handed Sirius the papers. "Tell Mr. Potter thank you for me, would ya?"

Sirius took the bundle, folded it and put it in his robe pocket. "Harry is a one year old," he sneered, "I doubt he would understand your thanks. Besides, you should be thanking Lily." And with that he spun away and led Hydrus out of the office, satisfied that they were there before Dumbledore could convince the Wizengamot to make him magical guardian.

"How are we going to stop that name?" Sirius asked as they walked down the hall.

"Now that you're his guardian, the second someone prints the title, you go and talk to them. When those dreaded books hit the shelf you sue the pants off the authors," Hydrus answered. "We might want to see about buying up shares of the Prophet."

Sirius nodded and they continued their way. They were halfway through the atrium when they both caught sight of purple and pink robes and heard Sirius's name being called. They glanced at each other, sighed and turned to the approaching headmaster.

"Ah, Sirius, my boy, I had heard you were here finishing up on the final paperwork. I wanted to talk to you about young Harry," Dumbledore said when he caught up with the two men.

"Albus, how good to see you. This is my cousin, Hydrus Black," Sirius said, waving his hand at Hydrus, who simply nodded his head to the old man.

"Ah, yes, Hagrid told me about you. He said you had taken a vow to help Harry. May I ask why you did such a thing?" Albus asked as he stroked his beard, his twinkling eyes looking over his half-moon spectacles.

"I heard the family was in trouble and thought I could help. I was too late and felt a bit guilty," Hydrus said, with sadness in his voice. "That man… Hagrid, was huge and I didn't want the baby to get hurt, so I made the vow so there wouldn't be any fighting. Seemed like the thing to do at the time." His guised grey eyes were sincere.

"That was a very serious thing to do, young man. You have no idea how it could affect your future," came the reprimand, though he was pleased to have seen the true remorse in the young man's face.

"Whatever," the immortal said. He wanted the headmaster to think he was unimportant and not a threat, that vow will go a long way with that.

"Albus," Sirius said, bringing the conversation back to him, "you said you wanted to talk about Harry, not chastise my cousin."

"Forgive an old man his meanderings, Sirius. As to young Harry, I wanted to inquire if you were planning on removing him from his aunt's house. I must warn you that should you do that, he will be most vulnerable," the headmaster said in his I'm-older-and-wiser voice.

"Why? Why shouldn't I raise my godson? Lily and James left me custody!" Sirius raised his voice. He was acting confused and riled.

"When Lily died to protect young Harry she established a blood protection around him. That protection can only be maintained if Harry calls the place where his mother's blood dwells home," Albus explained.

Sirius waved it off. "I can hire Gringotts' employees to put up wards."

"Yet they will still not be as strong as a mother's love," came the gentle argument.

Sirius scoffed and said, "Like I'd know anything about that."

He shot a side look to Hydrus to see how he was taking Sirius's acting. Hydrus gave him a subtle thumbs-up and a wink.

"And I, for one, am very sorry for your upbringing. It always saddens me when I hear of families who cannot love," the old man said remorsefully and then his face morphed back into the calm grandfather visage. "Now, back to Harry, I must insist that you leave him at the Dursleys. He will be protected there like nowhere else. I am sure his new family will take excellent care of him. He will grow up away from the growing fame and have a happy childhood." That twinkle was going full force.

This time Hydrus scoffed, causing the Headmaster to glance at him. The immortal put on a look of innocence.

"Can you promise me that those wards are the best? Would you swear on it?" Sirius decided it was time to get home and stop playing with Albus.

"You have my word," came the slightly triumphant response. A beaming smile broke across Albus's face.

"Then you have mine. I will not take Harry away from the blood wards," Sirius promised sincerely.

"That is good news indeed, my boy. Thank you for considering an old man's opinion," Dumbledore said jovially. "I must bid you good day, gentlemen. I have much to do." He then gave a nod to the two men and walked away knowing his mission was complete. It didn't even register in his mind that Sirius should have fought harder.

Sirius and Hydrus shared a look and chuckled. "Let's go see if Remus wrote back yet," Hydrus said as he clapped the other man on the back.

"Yes, let's."

Back at the house, Hydrus went to check on Harry, while Sirius read the missive that was indeed there. It was full of guilty rambling and apologies, and said that he would be happy to meet Sirius at the eatery, sharply at five in the evening.

The rest of the day was spent with Harry. They wanted to make sure the tot knew there were adults there for him. Harry was adapting surprisingly well, with only a few times where he cried for his parents, mostly when he was tired. At four all three males, dressed as non-magicals, buckled safely into Hydrus's car and drove to the restaurant. They were early, so they sat at a window table to wait. The two adults ordered a small dinner of Shepherd's pie. Harry had a cheese sandwich and a sippy cup of milk, making quite a mess of it, but some got into his mouth.

Remus came directly at five, spotted Sirius and wove his way to the table, a confused look plastered on his face. "Hello, Padfoot," he said as he sat down. He looked haggard, like he hadn't slept since Halloween. His trousers were faded and his jumper was rumpled. The jacket he took off was tweed and patched, it also looked like it had been taken off the floor and thrown on.

"Unca Mooy, Unca Mooy," Harry said bouncing in his highchair waving his torn apart sandwich. Remus smiled and ruffled the toddler's ever messy hair. Harry went back to his meal, and turned over his cup shaking milk onto the tray. Hydrus sighed and mopped it up with a napkin; he gently removed the cup and gave Harry the rest of his sandwich.

"Moony, old boy, great to see you," Sirius said sincerely. He then waved to the other occupant and introduced him. "Did you want dinner?"

"No, I ate already, you only mentioned cake," Remus said after the introductions, sparing only a curious look at Hydrus. "Now, I must confess that I am confused. I got a Floo call from Albus earlier. He wanted me to make sure you kept your promise not to take Harry away from the Dursleys. Yet, here he is. Did you lie to the headmaster?" his amber eyes showed disapproval.

"Nope, I told Albus I wouldn't take Harry away from the blood wards, and I haven't. However, I can't explain that to you here, so let's have some of that delicious smelling chocolate cake and we'll take you home and explain everything," Sirius said with a pointed look around the crowded eatery.

"There better be a good explanation, Padfoot," Remus grumbled with a firm glare.

"Oh, there will be."

The next twenty minutes was spent in casual conversation and the consumption of divine cake. Hydrus cleaned Harry as well as he could before they piled back into the car, making sure everyone was secure, and drove back to the house. Handing the food wearing, chocolate covered Harry off to Tippy, who glared at them, the men moved to the living room. They settled on the chairs and sofa, and looked at one another. Sirius broke the silence. "Why did Albus call you?"

"Well," Remus said as he ran a hand through his hair, "you know how you behaved in school?" He waited for the nod. "He was worried you would run off and do the wrong thing. He said that I was the only one who could talk you down."

"Little good that did in Hogwarts, I remember you pranking right along with us."

"Yeah, but, I have matured a bit more than you," the werewolf said jokingly. "Besides, with Harry here are you not you proving him correct? He told me about the blood wards, and I have to say I am disappointed in you for removing Harry from the Dursleys."

"I can swear that Harry is under the blood wards right this minute and I've never been to the Dursleys," Sirius answered. He was a bit hurt that the Headmaster and Remus thought he needed a babysitter.

"What? How?" came the confused questions.

Sirius looked at Hydrus who had been quiet up till now. "You want to explain?"

"I need a vow first," was the firm answer.

Remus looked at the other man and asked, "Who exactly are you? And what do you have to do with all of this? Not to be rude or anything, but I don't know you."

"Like Sirius told you, I'm his cousin and I'm the one who rescued Harry from the Dursleys. I can give you my word that I only want what's best for Harry. I've already given a vow to that effect."

"I only have your word on that," Remus said skeptically.

"No, you have mine as well," Sirius piped up in defense. "I made a vow to protect his and Harry's secrets and he told me his story. I promise you, Remus, you're going to want to hear this."

The werewolf looked at his only remaining friend, looked at Hydrus and then looked at the ceiling as if he could see Harry. This went on for five or so minutes. He then ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "What do you want me to say?" he finally asked.

"Just say you'll keep the secrets of Hydrus Williamsford Black and Harry James Potter," the immortal said in relief.

"Williamsford isn't a star name," Sirius said suddenly as if just realizing that. He hadn't paid attention to the name when he made his vow. "If you're supposed to be a Black you should have star names; both first and middle."

"Not that it is important right now, Padfoot, but the name was given to me by a very good friend. We figured since I'm supposed to be raised non-magical we could wave it off," Hydrus said with a small smile of remembrance.

"Yeah, I suppose, but…" Sirius trailed off, thinking about how his grandfather will react to him living with a Muggle-raised. Then again, he had no idea what the man was thinking anymore, his grandfather had been in self-imposed exile for years now. He hoped to get a letter for the old man soon, so he could tell him what was happening, well most of it. If he could get his approval the political backing would be very helpful.

"Like I said, not important, it is my legal and magical name," Hydrus snapped, drawing Sirius out of his thoughts.

Remus brought everyone's attention to him when he said, "I owe Albus a lot for getting me my education. You two are asking me to withhold some vital information from him," Remus said, running his hand through his hair again. It must be a nervous habit.

"I get that and I wouldn't ask it of you if it weren't so important. Albus Dumbledore really has no say in where Harry should be raised, that decision is Sirius's and he agrees with me that this is the safest place for that. None of the Headmaster's positions give him that right," Hydrus said firmly. "I won't ask you to turn on the man, just keep mine and Harry's secrets. You can report to him that Harry is still within the blood wards and with his family. We're thinking of putting up a Fidelius as well, only so you won't be able to tell anybody where. Once Mrs. Figg is stationed in Little Whinging, he'll know Harry is not at number 4 Privet Drive."

Hydrus hoped his relatives would heed his warning and move. If he was correct then the Headmaster had monitors on the blood wards. If the Dursleys moved and the old man couldn't find them, he would only know the blood wards were strong and, hopefully, be content with that. Hydrus thanked Merlin, that most magicals couldn't navigate the non-magical world. In addition, if the Dursleys listened to his missive then they would be unlisted and squibs like Mrs. Figg wouldn't be able to help locate Harry.

"Wait, Arabella Figg?" Sirius asked.

"Yup, she was sent there to keep tabs on Harry, though I'm not exactly sure when," the immortal said thoughtfully.

Meanwhile, Remus mulled over what he had been told so far for a few minutes and then he pulled his wand and gave the vow. "Now, will you, please, tell me what the hell is going on?"

"Let me call for tea. It's going to take a while," Hydrus said and called Tippy, "Hey, Tippy, first how is Harry?" he asked as she popped in.

"Little Master is not liking his bath, but he was very messy. Master Hydrus should not let Little Master get that dirty," she said wagging her finger at the man.

"But he was having fun," Hydrus defended himself, much to the amusement of the other two men.

"Hmmm," the free elf replied, giving Hydrus a look, making him squirm. "Is Master wanting something? Tippy is trying to put Little Master to sleep and yous is giving him too much sugar," she said with another look.

"Never mind, Tippy, you go and take care of Harry. We'll fend for ourselves," Hydrus said quickly, feeling a bit guilty.

The little elf nodded her head and popped away.

"Let's go to the kitchen. I'll put the kettle on," the immortal said as he got up and led the way.

While waiting for the water to boil, Sirius and Remus caught up with what had been going on with the two of them in the last month. Hydrus listened in and added a comment here and there. When the tea was made, they settled back into their seats in the living room.

The next three hours were spent in commentary, Hydrus talked and the other two listened. Remus cycled through a wide range of emotions such as disbelief at Hydrus being Harry from the future, awe at some of the inventions, horror at the extent that Voldemort went through to gain immortality, anger at the populace and the Dursleys, laughter on the revenges and finally bewilderment and resignation on what Hydrus had done since he returned. He now understood why Harry was in this house, though he was worried about the young baby being raised by three emotional men, even if the time traveler was more balanced. He was leery about the stories of what Hydrus did to the Death Eaters, like Sirius, he didn't know if it was a great prank or the work of a sadistic man.

"So, now what?" Remus asked cautiously, after Hydrus finished and there were a few minutes silence for him to take it all in.

"I'd like you to move in here with me and Sirius and help me raise Harry. He'll benefit from all of us here," Hydrus said.

"What about the full moon? Do you have plans for that?" ever fearful of killing someone or worse — infecting them.

"Of course, I know how to brew the Wolfsbane potion and there's a cellar we can ward."

"Plus, I can still help as Padfoot," Sirius said as he joined the conversation, never one to be left out for long.

"I am also worried about our mental state," Remus said, pointing his finger back and forth between him and Sirius. "I know I am still grieving the loss of three friends, even if Pettigrew was a traitor, he was at one time our friend."

"Well, I've already started Sirius on some self-help books and I can give you the same. There is also the mandatory counseling that we all need to attend. In my timeline, I was down to only checkups once every three months. But you guys will probably have to go weekly, if not daily," Hydrus said as he pulled a book-reader from his pocketspace. "You can either use one of these, or regular books like Sirius. We had to go out and buy those, because I didn't bring books back with me and Padfoot would rather read normal books."

"What is that?" Remus asked as he looked at the strange object.

Hydrus showed him what it was and what it did, the closet Ravenclaw's eyes lit with the fact that he had so much knowledge in his hands. The two bent over the book-reader, while Sirius got bored and started playing video games. Around midnight Hydrus showed Remus where he was sleeping for the night and they all went to bed.

The next morning the immortal got up with the toddler. He decided to let the dog and the wolf sleep. He carried Harry to the kitchen and after putting the tot in his highchair and giving him some milk, he proceeded to make a huge breakfast. The smell of bacon and Scotch eggs woke Remus, and the smell of coffee got Sirius. A few minutes later the two men tumbled into the dining room and they ate as a family.

The rest of the morning was spent outdoors; Harry waddled around and pulled up flowers and grass, and chased Sirius, who ran around as Padfoot. The other two just let them play and sat in chairs on the porch sipping tea. After lunch, Hydrus put Harry down for his nap, and they decided to stay outside.

"You said that You Know Who made horcruxes," Remus said as he set his empty cup down, wanting to get to some plans. "How are we going to get them and what about the one in Harry? We cannot leave that there."

"Well," Hydrus answered, rubbing his forehead in thought, "the ring was destroyed when I came through the portal, I got the diadem and the diary. Now, the only ones left are the necklace and the cup. I'm going to need Sirius's help with both of those, since they are both in the hands of the Black family. I can drop the wards on Grimmuald Place, but I'm not sure where in the house the necklace is. It might be with Kreacher or the elf could have hidden it, so it would be easier to get someone from the Black family to locate it. Besides, there are more than wards to worry about in that creepy house," he explained, with a full body shudder at the things he and his friends had come across while cleaning, though most of those manifested after Sirius's mum had died there were some that that crazy old bat had left on purpose. "I plan on removing Harry's tonight," he added as an aside.

Sirius's face took on a look of grief and guilt. "I can't believe Regulus turned on the Dark Wanker. I treated him so badly in school. Sometimes I think if only I hadn't, he never would have been a Death Eater to begin with. I was so selfish."

"I know, Padfoot," Remus said as he got up and went to his friend and rubbed the other man's back, "Now, you can help by finishing what he started."

Sirius sighed and nodded. "I can't do anything until I hear from Grandfather. He's the one who can get into the house and Bella's vault."

"In my timeline, your grandfather hid away because he was disgusted at all the family members bowing before Voldemort," Hydrus said thoughtfully, ignoring the flinches. He figured since the man was vanquished, for now, the taboo was null and void. "That and he named you the next Lord Black, despite your difference. So maybe, he'll come through for you."

Two owls swooped in and landed in front of Sirius. He gave them each a bit of ham from lunch and took the letters. After he read the first one he said, "It's from Marius. He said he has no problem having a grandson, since both of his boys died. He wants to meet us though to get the story straight."

"I have no issue with that," Hydrus shrugged. It would be beneficial anyway.

Sirius took up the second letter. "It's from Cissy; she says that if Grandfather tells her the same, she'll stay out of politics. She also wants to know if I know if her husband is alive." He shot a look at the immortal.

"Tell her you have no idea where he is. It's the truth," Hydrus stated. He really needed to check on them soon, if just to make sure they were still there.

"What do you plan on doing to the ones you have in a coma?" Remus asked, still concerned over that.

"I haven't decided yet, I can tell you that I plan on leaving them there for now. You have to understand there are some people who just cannot be saved," he said with a hard look. "Dumbledore made a huge mess of things trying to redeem the irredeemable. Lucius is an excellent example of that, Albus let that man run unchecked and his son was no better. He could have made sure that every Death Eater had a trial under Veritaserum, but he wanted them to have a second chance." Seeing the defensive looks on the other men's faces he held up his hands and said, "Look, I know he is a good man. I just don't have the same outlook as he does. We'll just have to agree to disagree when it comes to the Headmaster." He wasn't going to change the years of hero worship in only a few days.

Two more mutinous looks and Sirius decided to change the subject. "I have to go and get the rest of my things and close down my flat."

"I want to take a look at your cellar and see if it is what's needed for Moony. I might have to keep my house if we can't reinforce it."

"Sure," Hydrus said as he got up. The other men followed and they went to the sturdy framed door in the kitchen. "This leads to the cellar, and as you can see we can put a metal door up. I think the people before me were going to make a bomb shelter but ran out of money." He opened the door and flipped on the lights.

The stairs that lead down were in good repair. At the bottom of the stairs was a large metal door; inside the door was a huge room with no windows. The floor and the walls were hardwood, like someone was trying to make it homey.

"You know Moony will tear up this wood, right?" Remus said as he looked around.

Hydrus said, "I told you I know how to brew Wolfsbane. We'll get you and Padfoot some rawhide bones and you'll be okay."

Sirius chuckled until Remus shot him a look. "I am still not sure that I should be in the house with a baby," the werewolf said, worriedly. The room looked solid, but he still had his doubts.

"Not a problem, me and Harry can always spend the night in a motel. It'll be our bonding night."

"I cannot ask you to do that," Remus exclaimed.

"You're not," Hydrus replied, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the wall. "I'm offering."

"You really do not have a problem with me being in your house, do you?" the werewolf asked in awe, the only people who had ever accepted him was the Marauders and Dumbledore.

"Nope."

"Let me think it over for a few days. I will be happy to help you raise Harry, but I am uncomfortable about being here on the full moon."

"Take your time, I only want you to do what you feel is best for you," Hydrus said, getting up from the wall and leading the way back up the stairs. "I can always make this a panic room."

"What's a panic room?" Sirius asked as he followed his cousin.