A Hairy Situation

Harry's POV

As Harry walked through the courtyard, making his way to the Whomping Willow, he was spotted by Hagrid. The huge man waved for him to stop and ran to catch up with him. The teen wasn't sure what he wanted, so he waited. The Yellow Alert went off the closer he got. With a thought he had his crew stand down, but to remain alert. He didn't know Hagrid well, and the guy looked like he could crush him like a tin can. Still, from what Hermione told him, there wasn't a gentler soul on earth.

"'Arry, where are ya off ta now?" the half-giant asked as he made his way to the teen. "Dumbledore doesn't want ya ta be wandering around alone," he added when he caught up.

"Don't worry, Hagrid, I'll be with an adult," the dark-haired wizard said in complete honesty.

"Well, that's alright then," Hagrid stated, clapping the boy on the back, making him stumble.

"Right, I'll just be off. If the old man asks, tell him I'll be back before dinner," Harry added as he walked away.

"Ya shouldn't talk abut the Headmaster that way. Great man, Dumbledore," the tall man said to the boy's back, scratching his beard. He knew Harry was still upset with him and the Headmaster, and he hoped Dumbledore was wrong and the boy would gain his memories back. He really missed his teas with his little friend and his mates. He still needed to find a way to tell Harry about the dragons. He couldn't do it now; he had to teach a class. Maybe, he'd get Ron to help him. Surely the rumors were not as bad as they say. Those two had been friends since the beginning. With those thoughts, he went back to his hut to wait for the Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw third years.

"Yeah, right," the amnesiac scoffed under his breath and continued on. He made it the Willow, and wandlessly threw the Knockback Jinx that Data just suggested at the knot and ambled to the tunnel. Once he got to the Shack, he called out, "Sirius, are you up yet?" He really hoped the man had had a good time.

The still glamored man came stumbling down the stairs. "Yeah, I'm up," he said tiredly as he flopped in a chair. "What's up, Harry?" he asked, running a hand down his exhausted face.

"Well, you either got lucky, or you're suffering from a hangover, or both," the teen smirked, looking at his map and not seeing anyone but him, Sirius, and Winky. He shrugged his shoulder and took a chair. "Either way, you must have had fun."

"I spent all day in Gringotts getting my accounts in order, and it's all your bloody fault," the dogman snarled, pointing an accusing finger at our hero.

"How the fuck do you figure that?" Harry exclaimed. He thought for sure that his godfather had a great time with his new looks.

"Those goblins are slave drivers," he whinged, and then he told his godson about his adventures of the day before, and snarled when Harry doubled over in laughter. "It's not bloody funny," he growled. "I had nightmares all night long." He gave a full body shudders. He swore he woke up with red hands.

The teen waved him off and continued laughing. Sirius threw a pillow at him and then the older man joined in with his own chuckling. If it had happened to someone else, then yeah, it was funny.

"Sorry, sorry," Harry said, regaining control over his mirth. "I wanted to see if you scored, but I guess not. Maybe later, yeah?" he encouraged with a waggle of his eyebrows, and then got a thoughtful look on his face. "There is something I want to talk to you about. Who is Lupin? I mean, I know some things about him, but why haven't I seen him? Hermione goes on and on about what a great guy he is, and tells me that he was good friends with you and my parents. So where is he?"

"Moony? Well, he is a very good friend of mine. I told you about him when I was telling you about your dad," Sirius said seriously, all joking gone now. "She told you about his furry little problem?"

"Yeah and the fact that he tried to eat me, twice," the teen snarled. He still wasn't sure what to make of the guy. Just because someone was nice does not mean they can be trusted.

"Yeah, I can see where you might be wary, but, Harry, werewolves have no control over themselves during the full moon," the glamored man said, hoping that this new Harry wasn't prejudice.

"From what I understand there is a potion that makes it so they can. He was given it on that night, by Snape, and he ignored it. How long does it take to swallow a goblet of liquid?" he asked, not giving an inch.

"He thought I was here to kill you," Sirius defended his buddy. "He probably didn't even think about it, what with fearing for you and your mates' lives," he snarled, not liking where this was going. "He was trying to protect you."

"By putting us into more danger by having an out of control werewolf on the loose, sorry, not buying it," Harry said, folding his arms defiantly.

"Look, he made a mistake, anyone could do the same. Besides, he showed you the Patronus Charm so you wouldn't have to deal with the Dementors," the dogman tried to reason.

"Which I understand saved our lives, and for that I am thankful, but that still doesn't negate the fact that he didn't take proper precautions," was the argument. "Five seconds is all it would have taken to swallow that potion, and he could have done it while he was coming here. He's been a werewolf for how long?"

"Like I said, it was a mistake, but it all worked out in the end," Sirius reasoned.

"Why hasn't he come here to see me, or you, for that matter, if he is such a good friend?" Harry asked again, brushing the rest aside until he met the man. Maybe he was being harsh on the guy. Still, he'd hold off his opinion on what happened that night, for now.

"You have to understand some things about Remus' life. He's shunned in today's society. He can't find work or have a family. Life is rough for a werewolf."

"So he can't afford a Get Well note, or a stay safe letter?"

"Dumbledore probably told him to stay away until all the heat from last year blows over," Sirius said, rubbing his hairless chin. He missed his goatee, maybe when they were done debating, Harry will magic him up one. "Snape outed him to the whole school, so yeah, he's probably hiding."

Harry scoffed, but figured the man was right. Still a post would've been nice. He dropped it for now, and brought out Merlin's book. "Here is the book I told you about," he said as he put it on the table. "This is the only book I found that comes close to my type of magic. Learn from it, and we'll see if we can't get you going on wandless magic," he added and pulled out Godric's book. He placed it next to Merlin's and then waved his hand to copy both. Gryffindor's for Hermione and Merlin's for Luna.

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