Chapter 154 : Moonlit Conversations

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"Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night,

may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the full moon is bright."

It was a rhyme that always echoed in the green eyed wizard's mind when he was around Remus during the days of the full moon. Harry believed that nobody deserved the werewolf curse; he would certainly never wish it on anybody. But the fact was Remus was one of the kindest men he knew and that only made things that much more unfair.

"Hello, Harry." Remus greeted. "What brings you here?"

"Glad you asked, Remus!" Harry said; the werewolf's voice was tired and he decided he could at least try to brighten the mood. "I figured since it's these days of the month again, you could do with some chocolate." And he handled him the cup with the hot beverage, his face scrunched up slightly. "You know, that sounded plain weird." He admitted, sending the two adults in a fit of laughter.

"Thank you, Harry." Remus said, his voice somewhat lighter. "I needed that." He took a long drink from the chocolate and looked at Harry appreciatively. "Somehow you got better chocolate than what I'm usually given." Harry refrained from informing them it was Severus's preferred hot chocolate recipe.

"If you must know, I made this myself." And he was being honest; he had walked into the kitchens as the house elves were tidying up after breakfast and he just didn't have the heart to bother them with something as trivial as a cup of chocolate.

He had almost felt it wasn't worth the fight at some point as the elves were adamant they should do it; he had to resolve to cunning and inform them that, not only would he be delighted if they allowed them to use their kitchen -a compliment that was most appreciated by the elves- but he had also missed cooking, something he said he did often while at home; to that the house elves could relate and had finally allowed him to prepare the chocolate alone, making sure Harry understood the kitchens were always open to him. The images of a flour covered Severus from when they had attempted to bake for the first time when the boy was eight had him smiling the whole time.

"You did?" Remus asked surprised.

"The house elves almost had my head for it, but I did, yes." The teen assured him chuckling. Sirius reached over and messed his godson's hair smiling proudly; he knew more than anyone how much these little gestures meant for Remus.

"Well, you might just have to make all the hot chocolate I'll drink from now on." The werewolf stated smiling. "This stuff is amazing!"

"Now I'm feeling left out." Sirius mumbled good-naturedly.

"I'll make you one too next time." Harry promised smiling. "I just hope none of you are on a diet; this thing has more heavy cream in it than it has milk." The boy admitted. His honorary uncle laughed as Sirius stared at the large cup at his friend's hands longingly.

"Now I'm really feeling left out." Harry just smiled as his godfather pulled out his wand and conjured a third armchair for him to sit down. "Care to join us?"

"I might just." Harry said smiling; it felt good to talk to Remus and Sirius. In a sad way it had always been easier to talk to them than it had been to talk to his parents, the ease he felt with them only being surpassed with how he was with Severus, in the past with the Flamels and, lately, with Neville; but then again, his Dad fell under a whole different category of his own and so did his best friend.

"So, I heard about the patronus you conjured at your last Quidditch game." Remus said smiling. The match had almost been a month ago, coinciding with the days of the month that wore the werewolf down and, as a result, he had been unable to attend. "You've been holding back on us." Remus mock accused him and smirked over his cup. Harry couldn't even pretend to be hurt by his statement as Remus rarely showed his playful side and almost never the days before or after the full moon.

"Oh well." He answered indifferently, looking at his fingernails, assuming a superior air.

"Watch it, kiddo!" Sirius scolded him, barely holding back his laughter.

"So, what type of animal is your patronus?" Remus asked.

"Didn't Sirius tell you?" The teen asked back confused; after all, his godfather had been right there.

"I was a bit shocked -you know, from the fact that my thirteen year old godson had conjured a patronus- to notice exactly what it was." Sirius defended himself. "Besides, I was seated just behind the Dementors." He scrunched up his face in distaste. "Didn't really make for a great vantage point. But it was something large from what I could tell, almost what, seven feet tall? A bear perhaps?" Harry laughed at his suggestion.

"You know you're the second one that though it was a bear!" He informed his godfather. "But no, it wasn't. I'm shocked you didn't realize what it was though."

"Why?" Remus asked confused. Harry smiled.

"It's wolf." He answered simply. The wide smile he got from Remus was worth all the chocolate in the world; Harry always knew that the werewolf saw his condition as the darkest of curses. It must have felt nice to hear that a wolf could be a part of something so good.

"I guess you're part of the pack now, kiddo." Sirius stated, his voice slightly cracking. Another big softy, Harry thought. He thought of his Dad and wondered yet again who would have a coronary first once they realized how much alike they really were; Sirius or Severus? They continued talking for about half an hour before the conversation turned, unavoidably, to the subject of Pettigrew.

"I just don't get how all this could happen!" Sirius exclaimed, looking just as tired as Remus had when Harry had first walked into the office; maybe I truly should have brought him some chocolate too, Harry mused.

"Pettigrew's escape or his appearance at Hogwarts?" The teen asked after some thought.

"Both actually." Sirius responded.

"With all these anti-animagus wards, you would think he would stay out; he never was that smart really." Remus spoke, mostly to himself. "I can't see how he did it."

"I was thinking…" Harry looked at his hands hesitantly. "What if he's not working alone?"

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