Harry Potter and the Guild of the Night

Chapter 2

Ron was pacing up and down the kitchen of Number 12 Grimmauld Place in agitation while his mother, Ginny, Hermione, Fred and George looked on.

"Something's wrong, Mum, I know it," he was saying. "Pig wouldn't have brought the letter back unless he couldn't find Harry. Can't we go and find out?"

Molly, her eyes full of worry, tried to calm her youngest son. "I'm sure Dumbledore would have contacted us if there was something wrong," she said, not very convincingly. "Perhaps Pigwidgeon made some kind of mistake."

"He couldn't have, Mum," Ron burst out. "I know he's bloody annoying at times but he's always been reliable. Something's wrong."

"Ron's right, Mrs Weasley," Hermione said with a frown. "Pig's always made the delivery no matter who we've been sending things to. He even found Sirius without any problems."

The argument would have continued and Ron might have even been able to convince his mother to stage a rescue attempt had the fire not flared green at that point. Professor Dumbledore stepped out into the kitchen, much to the surprise of the current inhabitants.

"Albus!" Molly gasped in surprise and started to bustle around. "How wonderful to see you. I didn't know you were coming here today. Let me get you a cup of tea."

Dumbledore intercepted her before she could get too caught up in the flow.

"Molly," he said seriously, "I need to talk to you and your family and Miss Granger. Could you ask Arthur, Bill and Charlie to join us immediately?" He looked around the kitchen. "And perhaps we had best take this into the parlour."

Ron leapt forward and grabbed Dumbledore's arm. "Professor Dumbledore, does this have anything to do with Harry?" he asked urgently.

"Yes, it does Ron," he said sombrely, "but I would prefer to tell this tale only once."

Ron nodded and let go of Dumbledore's arm. He, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George left the kitchen and headed for the parlour. They were joined shortly afterwards by the rest of the Weasley family and Professor Dumbledore. The only absentee was Percy, who was still being obstinate. Dumbledore indicated for them all to sit and almost fell into a comfortable armchair. Those watching him were surprised to see him looking weary and almost defeated. He sighed deeply and looked up at the Weasleys and Hermione.

"I gather from young Ronald's reaction you have been worrying about Harry," he began.

Everyone in the room made various indications of agreement.

"Pig returned to me with a letter to Harry," Ron said. "He wouldn't do that unless he couldn't find Harry."

"Yes, I am aware of what has happened concerning your owl, Mr Weasley," Dumbledore replied. "Do not concern yourself about his efficiency. He was frightened off and was subsequently unable to deliver the letter to Harry. Last night the wards surrounding 4 Privet Drive indicated that there was something wrong with Harry. It was difficult to determine what exactly was wrong so I sent Remus Lupin and Professor Snape to find out. They found the house deserted and Harry badly injured."

There were various exclamations from the listeners and a few curses as well. Arthur Weasley frowned. "Was it Death Eaters, Albus? We had no indications at the Ministry last night of magic being used in that area."

"No, Arthur," Dumbledore said heavily, "it was not the work of Death Eaters. It appears that the Dursleys have been having some problems and things all culminated into a disaster last night. Vernon Dursley has been having some troubles at work that caused his temper to deteriorate alarmingly. To make matters worse, his son was brought home by the muggle police and was likely to be charged for assaulting a young girl. It appears that the mistaken arrival of Ron's owl through the kitchen window instead of Harry's bedroom window was the spark that caused Vernon Dursley's deteriorating temper to explode."

Ron blanched and looked distressed. His mother immediately rose and sat next to him, giving him a hug and glaring at Dumbledore.

"Do not fret, Ron," Dumbledore soothed. "It was nothing that could have been foreseen. It is not your fault and I do not want you blaming yourself. Your owl could not have known the situation inside the house. While Mr Dursley has never been happy with owls in his house, he has never done more than yell at Harry prior to last night."

"But last night was different," Hermione said in trepidation. "Wasn't it, Professor?"

"Yes, Miss Granger," Dumbledore replied. "Mr Dursley's reaction was unfortunately quite extreme. It appears he killed Harry's owl."

"Oh no!" gasped Ginny. "Harry loved her!"

Dumbledore nodded and continued. "He then proceeded to beat Harry quite severely and left him in a cupboard under the stairs. It then appears that the Dursleys cleaned up any trace of what happened and left. No doubt they realised that Vernon had gone too far and this would not go unanswered. Severus and Remus found Harry in the cupboard and summoned Madam Pomfrey and myself. We have taken Harry to Hogwarts."

The Weasleys burst out into a myriad of exclamations, recriminations, curses and entreaties to be allowed to see Harry. In the midst of all this Hermione sat, solemnly staring at Professor Dumbledore. When the Weasleys finally quietened she spoke up.

"That's not all, is it sir? There's something else, something worse," she asked.

Dumbledore sagged into the chair and to everyone's horror two tears trickled down his face and into his beard.

"Yes, Miss Granger," he said sorrowfully, "you are quite correct. At one point during the events of last night, Mr Dursley threw a cracked glass at Harry's face. It impacted with his glasses and both shattered quite severely. Harry unfortunately did not have the time to either close or shield his eyes. There has been substantial damage. While it is possible that he may retain some sight; it is more likely that Harry is now blind."

The silence in the room was deafening and was only broken when Molly and Ginny began weeping quietly. Hermione seemed shocked into immobility and the remaining Weasleys stared white-faced at the Headmaster, quite unable to speak.

"Are you quite certain, Albus?" Arthur asked, shell-shocked.

"Poppy cannot be completely sure until the bandages come off but it does not look good. As I said the damage was quite extensive."

"Can we see him?" Molly asked tearfully.

"No, Molly," Dumbledore said gently. "Both Remus and I believe that Harry needs a little time to adjust to the fact that he will have little or no sight. I would like your family and Miss Granger to come to Hogwarts to be with Harry but I think it will have to wait for at least two weeks and it will be subject to Harry's wishes."

Molly nodded and Dumbledore rose to his feet. "I must return to Hogwarts," he said. "I must ask that you say nothing of this to anyone else. We cannot risk this information reaching Voldemort and even the least word said in the wrong company could do that."

Everyone in the room nodded and Dumbledore swept out of the room to return to the school.

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The rest of the week passed uneventfully enough. Dumbledore notified both the Muggle authorities and the Ministry of Magic that Harry had been beaten quite severely and that the Dursleys had run. He did not mention the matter of Harry's probable blindness to either authority, believing that bridge would be crossed only when it became absolutely necessary. Harry had recovered from his outburst and had apologised to the four adults who had been there. Afterwards he had lapsed into a silent state. He would answer questions when they were put to him but he would not volunteer any information.

A week after Harry had been brought to Hogwarts, the same four adults were again in the hospital wing. Harry looked much better physically; his bruising had faded significantly, his ribs and nose were fixed and the cuts on his face and lip had healed. All that remained was to determine how bad his eyes were. Poppy ordered Harry to keep his eyes closed and slowly unwrapped the bandages, taking care that they did not stick anywhere. After she had finished she lowered the lights in the ward and told Harry to open his eyes slowly.

He followed her orders and blinked a little to clear them. Poppy noticed the encrustations on them, washed them clear and stood back.

"Well, Harry?" Remus asked hopefully.

Harry swallowed hard and shook his head. "Nothing, it's just completely black."

Dumbledore looked grim and sat down on the edge of Harry's bed and patted his feet.

"Well, that's that then," he said calmly. "I had hoped that Poppy was wrong but now, Harry, we must make provisions for your education."

Harry looked stunned and directed his gaze in the general direction of the Headmaster. His green eyes were still bright but now stared blankly. "What?" Harry yelped and continued a little bitterly. "What education? How can I learn magic when I can't see the wand movements? Or see the results? Or follow the instructions on the board?"

Dumbledore patted Harry's feet again. "Calm down, Harry. I have given this much thought in the last week and I have contacted some old friends of mine. I believe I have the answer. It will not be easy, Harry, but if you apply yourself and listen to all your new teacher has to tell you then I have no doubts you will succeed."

Harry looked intrigued in spite of himself and Remus, Severus and Poppy were also curious.

"What kind of teacher?" Harry asked curiously.

"Tell me, Harry," Dumbledore said with a smile, "have you heard of the Guild of the Night?"

Harry laughed, to the delight of Remus, and said a little mischievously, "Isn't that a better question to ask Hermione, Professor Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore chuckled, pleased that in spite of Harry's severe disappointment he was still able to see the humour in situations. He had no doubt that Harry's moods would fluctuate for some time to come until he became fully adjusted to his new state but he found Harry's laughter was a good sign. Perhaps Severus' goading would not be required.

"I dare say that even the inestimable Miss Granger might not have the answer to this question," Dumbledore said, smiling. "The Guild of the Night is a very small, very secretive but very old association. They have largely been based in South East Asia but in the last few centuries they have spread into Asia proper and Europe. You see, Harry, while most of the Guild's instructors and some of the Council members are sighted, the majority of its members, the Night Warriors, as they are known, are all blind. In fact, it's something of a requirement."

Harry's sightless eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in surprise. His shock was mirrored by the adults in the room. Dumbledore chuckled at their expressions and patted Harry's feet.

"Long ago I became friends with a few members of the Guild of the Night and last week I sounded them out about the possibility of training you, should the worst come to the worst," he continued. "They were a little hesitant at first; they wanted you to come to them. But I persisted. I felt that you had had enough upheaval in your life and that it was important that you remain in familiar surroundings. They remained hesitant until I used my trump card." Dumbledore chuckled at the memory. "I mentioned Voldemort and his unusual interest in you." He held up a finger to maintain the silence of the others and continued. "Of course, I did not tell them of the prophecy or your part in it. That is your prerogative. But they did realise that Voldemort seems to be out to get you, Harry."

Harry snorted in wry amusement amid dry chuckles from Remus and a sardonic snort from Snape.

"It does seem that way, doesn't it?" Harry said dryly.

Dumbledore laughed. "So, they have agreed to train you and much to my delight they have decided to send my old friend, Master Nhean. He has been an instructor there for most of his life. His father was an instructor as well and brought his son up in the trade. He is one of the best, Harry!"

"Master Nhean," Harry savoured the name, almost seeming to roll it around his mouth. "Is that his first or last name? And where is he from?"

"Nhean is his first name. It means 'All-seeing' apparently. Guild instructors give up their family names when they join. The Guild becomes their family. And he is from Cambodia. He is not a young man but I warn you, Harry, do not underestimate him. He regularly runs some of the most gifted Warriors around the ring when he cares to," Dumbledore chuckled.

Harry nodded and his face fell. "But I still don't see how this is going to help."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "Would it help to know that Night Warriors use a combination of a variety of martial arts and magic to do their fighting?"

"Magic?" Harry exclaimed. "But how?" He stopped and thought furiously. "They use wandless magic, don't they?" he asked fiercely.

Dumbledore chuckled approvingly. "Yes they do, Harry. But that is not all they do. I can't tell you the exact details. They are remarkably secretive about that. But never doubt, Harry, that they are formidable warriors. Master Nhean has promised to train you exactly how the other Warriors are trained." Dumbledore clapped his hands, causing Harry to start a little. "Now, my dear boy, I shall leave you in the capable hands of Remus. You will have to leave the rest of your questions until Master Nhean gets here. He is the only one who will be able to answer them properly. He will be here in three days."

Dumbledore rose after patting Harry's feet again and gestured for Snape to join him. Madam Pomfrey bustled off to her office, leaving Remus alone with Harry.

"How are you doing, Harry?" Remus asked.

"Okay, I guess," Harry said, rubbing his forehead. "A little confused, kind of excited, a touch angry." He paused. "Remus, what's happening with the Dursleys?"

Remus was silent for a moment and sat down on the edge of the bed. "We're trying to find them, Harry. They ran after what happened that night. They cleaned up any evidence of what happened, put you in the cupboard under the stairs, packed quickly and left. Professor Dumbledore has informed both the Muggle and Wizarding authorities about what has happened and they are searching for them. They will be punished for what they did, Harry. By both sets of authorities."

Harry nodded and sat thinking for a while and then gasped and groped for Remus' arm. Remus reached for the fumbling hand and grasped it tightly.

"What is it, Harry?"

"Ron!" Harry gasped slightly inarticulately. "Pig was there with a message. He flew out of the window. What happened to him? Is he all right? Uncle Vernon didn't...didn't..." Harry's voice trailed off, unable to continue.

Remus squeezed Harry's hand comfortingly. "Pig's okay, Harry. I promise. He flew back to the Weasleys."

Harry shuddered and sighed in relief and then stiffened. "Er, Remus, Ron's going to freak out if Pig returns with an undelivered letter."

Remus laughed. "You have no idea. The Weasleys are staying at Number 12 Grimmauld Place for the summer and Hermione is with them. Ron was proposing a rescue mission; sure that something was terribly wrong, when Dumbledore got there. He'd almost talked Molly into agreeing too." Remus paused. "Dumbledore told them what happened, Harry. All of it. He rather thought you might not want to go through it all over again when you saw them. He also wanted to forestall any precipitous action from Ron and Fred and George."

Harry nodded. "That's okay, Remus. I'm glad. I'm not sure if I could have told them. I'd rather just put it behind me really."

"Oh, good. I was afraid you'd be upset that Dumbledore did that. Harry, would you like for the Weasleys and Hermione to come here for part of the summer? Not immediately, of course, but maybe in a couple of weeks?"

Harry sat thinking for a while and finally nodded. "The Weasleys are the closest thing to a family I've got apart from you and Hermione and Ron are my best friends." He paused and gave a half-smile. "Besides I think I could do with a dose of Masters Gred and Forge."

Remus chuckled, touched that Harry considered him almost family. "They are quite talented," he agreed. "Now onto the first order for the day. Up, Harry, up! Time to get your butt out of bed."

Harry laughed. "I'd love to. It's pretty boring here." He hesitated and looked a little fearful. "You won't leave me, will you?"

Remus pulled the sheets and blankets back and helped Harry out of bed and into a dressing gown. He steadied Harry and placed both hands on his shoulders. "I'm not going anywhere, Harry, but you have to learn to get around."

Harry shook his head in despair. "How?" he asked plaintively and bitterly.

"Easy," Remus replied. "You're in the hospital wing and you've been here before. Think, Harry, and concentrate. You know what's in the room and you know more or less where it is. Now, you are standing next to your bed, facing the bed next to yours. How would you get out of the room, in detail?"

Harry stood thinking carefully and then said slowly, "I'd turn right towards the end of my bed and walk until my hand hit the rail at the end of the bed. Then I'd turn left and walk slowly along the end of the beds, making sure I grabbed the rail on the end of each one until I got to the wall at the end of the room. Then I'd turn right and follow the wall until I got to the door. I'd be facing the door so I would just have to reach out and find the door handle, turn it and walk out."

"Congratulations! Exactly right. Now, can you do it? I'll be right here, Harry. I won't leave you and I'll stop you and help you if you make any mistakes." Remus paused and said with a voice full of mirth, "And Harry? If you make it all the way to the Great Hall, Dobby has put together veritable feast for you. He's been very worried and he's been making all your favourite dishes every day."

Harry laughed a little nervously and turned towards the end of his bed. His progress was slow and hesitant but every time he got scared and wanted to stop he would think out exactly where he was in the room and how he could get to the door and would continue, with Remus' soft reassurances echoing in his ears. After a painfully long time his groping hand found the handle of the door and he turned in the direction of Remus' voice, his face bright with a triumphant smile.

"Well done, Harry," Remus said. "Now, do you think you can find the Great Hall?"

Harry thought hard, tracing the route from the hospital wing to the Great Hall in his mind. There were a few places that he wasn't entirely sure that he had the directions correct but he was determined to try. If nothing else, he was definitely in the mood for some of Dobby's cooking. He nodded to Remus and opened the door.

Remus followed along behind Harry and watched his groping progress with a mix of pride and anguish. He was proud that Harry seemed to be adjusting to his blindness and had had the courage to try this navigation so early in his recovery. He had been fully prepared to lead Harry around for a few days until he was ready to try on his own and perhaps Harry might have let him, had he been anywhere other than Hogwarts. Remus supposed that Harry, Ron and Hermione had been all over the castle, for purposes both legitimate and otherwise, and Harry felt comfortable enough in finding his way. His anguish came from a tremendous guilt that he had not done more to protect Harry. James and Sirius had been his first and best friends and he felt that he had let them down. The anguish also came from a terrible despair. Despite Dumbledore's words, Remus couldn't see how Harry could possibly face Voldemort. He sighed quietly and continued trailing Harry, speaking his soft words of encouragement.

The Entrance Hall provided Harry with his first major setback. He had taken three steps into in the Hall before he realised where he was and the sudden lack of a guiding wall brought him to a stop. He froze, trembling, and stammered, "R...Remus?"

Remus come up behind him and placed his hands on Harry's shoulders. "It's alright, Harry. You're in the Entrance Hall. Take a few deep breaths and think back to all the times you've been in here." Harry gulped and followed Remus' instructions. "Now," Remus continued, "you've come from the hospital wing and you're going to the Great Hall. Which direction do you need to face?"

Harry drew in a few more deep breaths, his forehead scrunched in thought. Finally his face cleared and he turned towards the doors to the Great Hall. Remus removed his hands from Harry's shoulders and the two of them resumed their halting progress. About three-quarters of the way across, Harry brought his hands up and started lightly waving them in front of himself. He was rewarded when his hands brushed the wall beside the doors to the Great Hall. He stopped and thought again and groped a little further left. When his hands found the wood of the doors he breathed an almost silent "Hah". He felt his way to the middle of the doors and pushed them open.

Again he paused, trying to remember the layout of the Great Hall.

Remus came up behind him again. "They've removed all the House tables, Harry, seeing as it's the summer. There is just the one table set up in the middle. You can hear the teachers talking amongst themselves, can't you?"

Harry nodded, for now that he wasn't consumed in thought, he could indeed hear the soft murmur of voices coming from somewhere in front of him. He concentrated hard on the sound of voices and started towards them. As he neared the table, Professor McGonagall spoke up. "Harry, come and sit opposite me. We left two seats for you and Remus."

Harry grinned. He knew he was nearing one side of the table and McGonagall's voice came from further away than the voices he could hear murmuring in front of him so he knew he was on the right side of the table. He walked forward a little further and stopped behind the murmuring voices.

Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout, he identified and turned in the direction he had heard Professor McGonagall's voice come from. He stopped when he heard her say, "Right there, Harry," and fumbled into his seat. He sighed in relief and heard Remus chuckle as he sat down beside him.

"Well done, Harry," Remus said, his voice proud.

Harry grinned at him, his face full of relief. "I guess all those unauthorised excursions we've made were worth it," he laughed.

"Unauthorised excursions?" asked the silky voice of the Potions Master from across the table. "Are you making a confession, Mr Potter?"

Harry jumped and turned an innocent face towards Professor Snape. "Unauthorised excursions? Me?" he said, "You must have heard me wrong, Professor Snape."

Remus and a number of the teachers choked with laughter.

"Indeed, Mr Potter?" Snape said with amused sarcasm. "Then that wasn't you with your foot stuck in the staircase, dropping your golden egg in fourth year?"

"What?" Harry yelped, then recovered and shrugged innocently. "Fourth year, sir? Oh, I wouldn't think so, sir."

Snape snorted. "Of course not, Mr Potter," he drawled and relinquished the field of battle.

Harry swallowed a grin as the food appeared on the table and Remus gave him a nudge.

"Shall I tell you what's on the table so you can tell me if there is anything in particular that you want to eat? Or should I just put a bit of everything on a plate?" he asked.

"A bit of everything, thanks Remus," Harry said, sniffing the delicious aromas of the food. "I'm hungry!"

Remus chuckled as he loaded a plate for Harry and placed it in front of him. "There you go, Harry."

"Thanks," Harry said and fumbled for his fork and knife. He then came to a halt and put his cutlery down. He ducked his head a little and chewed on his lip.

"Everything alright, Harry?" Remus asked quietly in his ear.

"I...I can't see the food," he stammered. "Remus?"

Harry's face fell; he really didn't like the idea of fumbling with his food in front of all of his teachers. Particularly Professor Snape, who would probably view it as an opportunity for a little Harry-baiting.

Remus patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Harry. Let me tell you what's on your plate. A few chicken legs, some corn on the cob, chips and some bread and butter." He placed a napkin in Harry's hand and poured him a goblet of pumpkin juice, which he placed in front of his plate. "Here is your napkin and there is a goblet of pumpkin juice in front of your plate. I think your hands can do the rest," he laughed.

"Thank you, Remus," Harry said with relief as he felt for and picked up a chicken leg.

The rest of lunch went well apart from a small incident with some spilled pumpkin juice when Harry misjudged his distances. It was quickly cleaned up and dismissed by the teachers and Harry finished his lunch with a large piece of chocolate cake. He found his napkin, cleaned off his hands and face and leaned back in his chair in contentment.

He found it a little strange to be able to hear his teachers but not to be able to see them and began to concentrate on the various conversations.

"...so then he banked and damn near fell off his broom!"

"Goodness! How thrilling."

Madam Hooch and Professor Sinistra, he thought in satisfaction and concentrated on another conversation.

"...anyway I've moved the Venomous Tentacula away from them now but it's going to take an extra week before they are ready for harvesting."

"That is barely acceptable. I had not planned to start the potion for a few days. I suppose I can put it back a little further."

Professor Sprout and Professor Snape. Heh, Harry thought, nice to know he's rude to the teachers as well.

"...so if ya come up on 'em from behind, ya kin slip the bridle over their heads without 'em realising yer there. The Placement Charm ain't really needed."

"Well perhaps Hagrid, but I think the Placement Charm is safer."

"Indeed, Hagrid, Kelpies are very dangerous."

"Nah, nah, Professor. Look at the one up at Loch Ness. He's jest havin' a little fun. When was the las' time he killed anyone."

Heh, Harry laughed to himself, Hagrid's trying to convince Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall that Kelpies are safe and harmless.

Harry jumped when Remus voice whispered in his ear, "Having fun, Harry?"

He laughed quietly and nodded. "It's really strange being able to hear but not see," he said softly to Remus. "But I think my hearing's getting better."

"Well, as far as I understand, that's to be expected. Apparently your other senses will improve as well to compensate for the loss of your sight."

"Cool!" Harry said, intrigued rather in spite of himself.

Remus looked at him oddly and said a little hesitantly, "You seem to be taking this pretty well, Harry. Much better than I thought you would."

Harry ducked his head and then looked back up towards Remus.

"I know. I was pretty angry and upset at first but it occurred to me one night that there was no point being angry at any of you," Harry said quietly. "It was Uncle Vernon's fault. I can be angry at him and at Aunt Petunia and Dudley for not trying to stop him but it wasn't your fault or anyone else's here. You and Professor Snape rescued me; it'd be a bit ungrateful to get angry at you." Harry paused and his voice got even quieter. "Besides even being blind, I'm still better off than S...Sirius."

Remus put his arm around Harry's shoulders and gave him a quick squeeze in understanding. "Yes," he sighed heavily. "I told myself something along those lines at the last full moon."

Harry leaned into Remus and the two sat like that for a moment before Harry remembered something and sat up. He turned towards where he thought Professor Snape was sitting.

"Professor Snape?" he asked a little hesitantly.

"Yes, Potter?" Snape replied coolly.

Harry swallowed. "I...I wanted to thank you for going with Remus to rescue me," he stammered.

There was a long silence from the other side of the table. "You're welcome," Snape replied in a strangely neutral tone.

Harry hesitated again and then took a deep breath. "Professor Snape? Would you be willing to teach me Occlumency again?" he asked quickly.

Silence fell at the table and Snape raised an eyebrow in question at Professor Dumbledore.

"Are you having visions again, Harry?" Remus asked anxiously before the Headmaster could say anything.

Harry frowned. "Well, no, not visions as such. It's kind of hard to explain. It's a little weird, it's sort of like I'm picking up stray feelings or thoughts and sometimes my dreams are really strange. Like they're not really mine. I think its coming from Vol...You-Know-Who but I'm not sure. It's only been happening the last couple of days." Harry grimaced. "And I could really do without it right now."

"You had some troubles with Professor Snape during the last school year," Dumbledore said gravely, "that made it difficult for you to work with him. Has that changed at all?"

Harry squirmed in his seat, suddenly realising that all the teachers were listening. "Yes, Professor," he said, unwilling to elaborate at this point.

Dumbledore waited for a moment to see whether Harry was going to continue and then raised an eyebrow at Professor Snape.

Snape stared at Harry for a long moment with an indecipherable expression on his face. "Very well, Potter, but do not waste them this time," he snapped.

Harry nodded in relief while Remus shot a glare at Snape.

Harry sagged back into his seat and groped for Remus' arm. "Remus, can we go back to the hospital wing? I'm a little tired."

"Of course, Harry," Remus said and leapt to his feet. He pulled back Harry's chair and he got carefully to his feet. "Alright, do you remember how to get back to the hospital wing?"

Harry gave a tired grin. "Yep," he said with confidence as he turned and slowly but surely made his way out of the Great Hall.