Searching for a Savior

The Burrow

The trip seemed to take a while. I fell asleep against Harry's shoulder at some point and woke up when he shook me gently. I found myself staring at the neatest house I'd ever seen in my life. It occurred to me that this was the Burrow.

How it was standing, I had no idea. It looked as though it had started off as a one floor shack but had been added to over the years. It now had at least four floors and each one was off centre from the one below it. I stared at it in amazement before following everyone else.

I looked around the yard as I followed Sirius. I could see a few chickens pecking the ground, an orange and white tabby cat chasing what I assumed was a mouse around the yard, and several pairs of rubber boots laying all over the front porch. I was afraid to step on the porch because it looked like it might collapse. Everyone else thundered across it without a second thought, so I followed.

I gaped as I went through the door. It was small, but very clean and well organised. Directly in front of me was the most beautiful grandfather clock I'd ever seen. My Nannie would have loved it.

Remus took my hand and led me into the living room. Sitting around an enormous Christmas tree were the Weasleys. Every single one of them had vivid red hair.

"You're here, Remus!" A man who I figured was Ron and Ginny's father leapt from his chair and walked toward us, his hand extended. He grasped Remus' hand warmly. "You must be Julianne." He turned to me, his hand still extended. I took it and smiled up at him. He was very tall, very thin and was going bald. I adored him as soon as I laid eyes on him.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr Weasley," I said with a smile.

"Please, it's Arthur."

"Okay, Arthur. Thank you for inviting me."

Arthur nodded at me, smiling, before turning back to Remus. They were soon deep in discussion. I thought I caught a couple of words. "Bewitched" and "Muggle". I'd heard the term Muggle before, but still had no idea what it was.

I noticed who I assumed to be Mrs Weasley raise herself from her chair and make her way over to us. She was plump and had red hair that was starting to slowly turn grey. She was even shorter than I. As she got nearer, I noticed that her eyes had a tired, haunted look to them. She smiled at me.

"Hello, Julianne. It's wonderful to finally meet the young lady who has so thoroughly bewitched our Remus."

She pulled me into a hug before I could respond. I hugged her warmly back.

"Thank you, Mrs Weasley," I answered as she released me. "Thank you for having me."

"It's Molly, dear," she corrected me. "I wanted to thank you for the beautiful flowers that you sent with Remus when he came here in September. I meant to ow...er...send a message by post to you before, but I didn't have an address where I could reach you."

I wasn't really sure how to respond. How did you say you're welcome to someone who thanked you for sending flowers to them after their son died?

"I-Well, I know it wasn't much," I said quietly. "I'm sorry about your son."

Molly nodded, her eyes sad but dry. "Yes, it was a surprise. It hasn't been an easy time so far."

I nodded sympathetically. "I know. If there's anything I can do..."

She smiled as she shook her head. "Just enjoy your visit dear. That's all I ask. Have a good time."

She left me then, turning to say hello to Remus.

I turned to face the remaining Weasleys. Four men, all of them older than Ron. How on earth had they managed with seven children, six of them boys?

I flushed as I looked around. Three of the four men were staring at me, jaws slightly open. I wondered briefly if I had something on my face. The one who wasn't staring at me shook his head at his brothers and jumped up. He had thick hair pulled back into a pony tail and an earring that looked like a fang. This must be Bill.

"Hi," he said with a smile. I smiled back at him. "I'm Bill. I'm the oldest Weasley sibling." He put an arm around my shoulder and turned me to face his brothers. "That big git there with his mouth hanging open is Charlie. He's the second oldest. Those twin gits there with their mouths hanging open are Fred and George. You've met Ron and Ginny already?"
I nodded, chuckling softly. Bill grinned at me and led me over to the couch where he and Charlie had been sitting.

"Remus will be occupied for a while. Come and sit with us."

I sat between them, a little uncomfortable. Ron, Ginny, Harry and Hermione wandered over to us. I glanced up to find Remus looking my way. He smiled at me and went back to his discussion. Sirius plopped down beside Harry and grinned at me.

"You were right about one thing, Harry," he said in a mock whisper. "She's gorgeous."

I've never turned a darker shade of red in my life, I'm sure. I wasn't the only one. You could have fried an egg on Harry's face.

Sirius grinned at me. I could see that he was a charmer. Well, his charm wasn't something I found endearing. Noah had oodles of charm and charisma too.

"So exactly how did you meet Remus?"

I tilted my head to study Sirius. Surely Remus had told him?

"I jumped in front of his car," I answered honestly.

Bill, Charlie and the twins had obviously never heard this. They all looked at me in surprise. Sirius didn't look too surprised.

"Why is that?"

I flushed. No way was I telling them why!

"I needed a ride."

"How come?"

I grinned at him. "Because I didn't have a car."

Hermione smiled at me, her eyes twinkling. I saw Harry grin at Ginny, who was looking at me with a look of concern on her pretty face.

"You needed a ride, so you jumped in front of a car. You must have needed a ride pretty bad."

I sighed. "You have no idea. I just...needed to get out of where I was. Remus was kind enough to pick me up." I smiled. "He probably saved my life."

"Saved your life?" one of the twins piped up. "From what?"

"Or who?" the other twin growled.

"Several things, really. Coyotes, wolves, cars and my ex boyfriend."

I saw Sirius' eyes darken angrily, but there was still no sign of surprise on his face.

"Ex boyfriend?"

Ginny, however, was staring at me in shock. She reached down and took Harry's hand.

"You never said that it was her boyfriend who had hit her."

"He hit you?" one of the twins demanded, his ears turning red.

"Well-" I started.

"Beat her up is more like it, Fred," Harry answered, his emerald eyes blazing. "When we met her, her eye was swollen and her lip was cut and she was afraid of me."

I flushed again, feeling their pity wash over me.

"Please," I said quietly. "It's not something I want to talk about. It's in the past. Yes, he hit me. We fought, he hit me and so I ran away from my own house. But it's over. Remus saved me and has continued to do so every day since. I owe him my life."

Everyone stared at me when I finished speaking, including Molly, Arthur and Remus. I turned red again and looked down at my hands.

"Is this your first time to England?" Charlie asked gently, changing the subject. I looked at him gratefully. He nodded that he understood.

"Yes. I've always wanted to come to England. My dad's family was from here, and I think my mother's was too, so I've always been fascinated. My grandmother always had a slight accent."

I glanced around at them all and found Sirius watching me, his eyes slightly narrowed. I decided to just ignore him. He didn't have to like me.

"Is anybody hungry?" Molly asked a bit later, standing at the door into the kitchen. Nearly everyone answered in the affirmative so she smiled and went into the kitchen. I jumped up, intent on helping if I could. Molly was back at the door before I could ask.

"Oh, don't worry about it, dear. Just stay in here and continue chatting."

She then went back into the kitchen. I stared at the back of her head, somewhat surprised. I shrugged and turned back. Remus had snuck up behind me while I'd been standing there.

"She's territorial about her kitchen," he said with a grin. "Harry says that she threw potatoes at him and Ron a few years ago."

I chuckled, imagining that subdued woman throwing potatoes.

Dinner was ready in an amazingly short amount of time. I gaped at the amount of food that she'd cooked in that time. There had to be three different kinds of potatoes alone. How on earth had she done that?

"Mmm," Ron said, his mouth full. "Goofoomum."

"Don't speak with your mouth full," Molly said sternly. Hermione just shook her head.

"Sir Nicolas still refuses to speak to him, you know that?" she said to the twins, Fred and George. They both chuckled. I longed to ask who Sir Nicolas was, but my own mouth was full and I thought I'd better be on good behaviour for the first bit at least. By the time I'd swallowed, the topic had been changed so many times, I had no idea what we were talking about. I realised after a moment that we were talking about Remus' school.

"So, since Sirius took over your classes, Remus, things have calmed down and people have stopped with the...um...going off sick," Ron was saying. He glanced my way and flushed slightly. "It's strange to call him Professor Black though."

Harry laughed. "You should have seen everybody's face when Sirius stood up in front of the class. I thought Parvati was going to faint." He grinned nastily. "I would have loved to seen Malfoy's face."

Remus shook his head. Sirius merely smiled.

"I think you should start being a bit nicer to Draco Malfoy," Mrs Weasley said quietly. "He did recently lose his father after all."

Ron stared at his mother. "Mum, his father tried to-"

"Shut up Ron!" Ginny hissed. I saw Ron wince and I figured she'd kicked him under the table.

"I bet Severus was happy to see Sirius taking my classes," Remus said quickly.

Sirius choked on his drink, something they'd told me was butterbeer. I'd never heard of it. Remus had poured me some in a goblet, but I hadn't tasted any yet. Harry grinned at Sirius.

"We almost thought that Snape was going to kill Sirius right in front of the entire school." Harry grinned that nasty grin again. "I would have loved to see him try."

Sirius chuckled. "Harry, don't be mean."

"I bet you're finding things better, since you've been given your pardon from the Ministry," Remus said to Sirius, smiling down the table at Arthur. Arthur smiled back.

"You don't know how different it is. You don't know what it's like, Remus," Sirius said softly, the haunted look returning to his eyes. "People still look at me strange though...like I'm a monster. You really have no idea."
Remus said nothing, merely stared at Sirius, his eyebrows raised and a slight smirk on his face. Sirius shook his head and clapped a hand to his forehead.

"What am I saying, of course you know."

How? I wanted to ask. For once, I held my tongue. Molly cleared her throat, glancing in my direction. I sighed in frustration, stabbing a potato on my fork. I wished everyone would quit censoring themselves around me. I wasn't going to die from shock. I knew they were different from me. Anyone from a different continent had to be somewhat different!

The topic changed again and again. I didn't join in, mainly because I didn't really know what they were talking about, also because I was feeling a little shy around them. All of them were outspoken, exuberant people, whereas I never have been. The only ones who didn't say a whole lot were Remus and Harry. Remus was content to listen as he ate, making comments here and there. Harry barely said a word.

Molly ushered us all out of the kitchen when we finished. Hermione and Ginny remained behind to help clean up. I tried to, but they made me leave. Sighing, I plopped down on the couch. Remus sat next to me and took my hand.

"What's wrong?" he asked quietly. I looked up at him and then rested my head on his shoulder.

"Nothing," I answered. "Molly won't let me help."

Remus chuckled. "I told you, she's territorial. She lets Ginny help her because Ginny is her daughter. And she knows Hermione. She doesn't know you. Give her time."

I smiled up at Remus, snuggling a bit closer to him. He slipped his other arm around my shoulders.

"Are you tired?" he asked me, resting his chin on the top of my head.

"A little," I answered. "Jet lag?"

"I guess so. Molly has got us set up in Charlie's room."

"Okay."

I looked around at everyone. Harry and Ron were playing chess in the corner while Fred and George watched. Arthur, Bill and Charlie were deep in discussion in front of the fire place. Sirius was watching Remus and I, his face expressionless.

I tried to like Sirius, I really did. But his scrutiny bothered me. Plus he didn't really seem to like me, though I'd done nothing to him.

I didn't dislike him, really. Remus had said he'd been a prisoner of war, plus had been in prison for years for a crime he had not committed. Those experiences had to change a person, and not for the better.

Sirius stood abruptly and walked toward Remus and I.

"Moony, come for a walk with me."

Remus raised an eyebrow at Sirius, then looked at me.

"I'll be back in a bit," he said, standing up to join Sirius.

Moony? Interesting.

I sat on the couch, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. Harry and Hermione were both busy, so that didn't leave anybody that I knew. Not to mention that everyone else were in their own groups.

I felt like such an outsider.

Hermione came into the room, Ginny at her side.

"Did everybody leave you?" she asked. I nodded, smiling sheepishly.

"I brushed my teeth this morning and everything."

Hermione grinned at me, then plopped down beside me. Ginny sat on my other side.

"We were having a discussion. What is Remus' scent?"

I blinked at them in surprise. "Excuse me?"

"He has a scent to him. It's amazingly...I don't know what." Hermione grinned, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling. "We thought that you could identify it. I want to give Ron some, because Remus smells incredible."

Hmm, that he did.

"And I want to give Harry some," Ginny said, her cheeks also flushed.

"I don't know what it is," I said honestly. "I bought him some cologne for Christmas that I thought smelled nice, but it's nowhere near as nice as whatever Remus wears. I stood there for an hour smelling everything."

Hermione and Ginny giggled. I smiled into my goblet that I'd brought with me from the kitchen. I still hadn't tasted my butterbeer. I took a sip.

"Oh, wow," I said. "That is incredible."

It really warmed you up, butterbeer. And it tasted like a slice of heaven.

"Okay. Remus' scent." I bit my lip, trying to identify it. "Leather."
"Yeah, we got that," Ginny said with a grin.

"Fresh cut grass."

"That too."

I smiled, still thinking. "Fresh air. The wind blowing by the window on a summer day."

Hermione smiled. "That is a nice scent."

"Mountains and pine trees," I continued, on a roll now. "The ocean. Rain and snow. He smells like all my favourite things."

I sighed and wrapped my arms around my knees.

"I'm not sure it comes in a bottle," I admitted. Ginny and Hermione exchanged a smile. I glared at them both. "What was that look?"

Hermione grinned at me. "Understanding."

Ginny smiled also. "We know how you feel."

I tilted my head to the side. "How do I feel?"

"Like you're flying and you have no fear of falling, because you know Remus is there," Hermione said slowly.

"Like you're living every moment for his smile," Ginny said, smiling herself.

"You're in love," they whispered together.

I gaped at them. "Me? I'm not-" I stopped. I stared at them. "I can't be...I hardly know Remus."

Ginny smirked at me. "Just how well do you know him?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. I couldn't help it, I had to laugh. Hermione hit her with a pillow.

"I swear, Gin, sometimes you are so much like your brother!"

"Don't insult my sister like that!" one of the twins called from the other side of the room. "I'll have you know she's nothing like Charlie!"

"Hey!" Charlie said indignantly. "Maybe she meant Bill!"

"Or Fred!" Bill chimed in.

"Or George!" cried the twin who must have been Fred.

"She meant Ron, you prat!" George said, taking a swipe at his twin. "She's not snogging any of us, is she!"

Hermione turned a brilliant shade of scarlet and buried her face in her hands. Ginny chucked the pillow that Hermione had hit her with at her brother. Ron, I noticed, was nearly as red as Hermione but wore a goofy grin on his face.

"Snogging?" I whispered. Ginny and Hermione just grinned at me. I made a mental note to ask Remus later.

The commotion died down and Hermione turned back to me.

"So you never answered Ginny's question," she said with a grin.

"Oh!" Ginny yelped. "It's okay for you!"

I laughed. They were obviously very good friends.

"I know him well enough and we'll leave it at that," I answered with a laugh. Ginny leaned toward me, wearing a sly grin.

"Does he smell that good when he's not wearing any clothes?"

"Ginny!" Hermione yelped, giving her friend a shove. "That's vulgar!"

"And I am not answering that one!" I answered with a laugh.

"Damn," said a voice from above us. "And I so wanted to know the answer."

Hermione and Ginny stared at me, eyes wide with horror, and the smiles slowly fading from both of their faces. I stared back at them so I wouldn't have to look up. It hadn't been Remus who had spoken.

Slowly I moved my gaze from the two girls up into the highly amused eyes of Sirius Black and Remus.

"Enjoy your walk?" I asked innocently, trying to pretend that my face wasn't burning with embarrassment.

"Not as much as you enjoyed your talk, I bet," Sirius answered. "I want to know the answer."

Ginny and Hermione stared up at Sirius, both forgetting their embarrassment. Remus glanced at them and they turned scarlet again. Feigning an interest in the chess game, both girls went off to watch, leaving me to face the two men.

"Why?" I asked as Sirius swung a leg over the back of the couch and dropped down in front of me. Remus came around the couch and sat down on it from the front.

"I'm quite curious to know the answer myself," Remus deadpanned. I glared at him, wanting to hit him for ganging up on me with Sirius.

"You should already know the answer," I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Moony, I must say that it's a bit troubling that your students know whether you smell good or bad."

"Padfoot, you git, they've had to stand close to me before, haven't they. But yes, it is a bit disconcerting to know."

Sirius snorted. "Did you know that both Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown find you 'hot'?"

Remus turned even redder than I had. "Good lord," he gasped. I burst out laughing. That wasn't smart because it turned Sirius' attention back to me.

"So, Miss Julianne, answer the question. Does Remus smell nice when he's not wearing any clothes?"

I flushed with embarrassment. Sirius hadn't really bothered to keep his voice down. I saw Ginny and Hermione glance over at me, both looking apologetic. I could see the twins shaking as they determinedly avoided my gaze. Harry and Ron were blocked from my view. Arthur, Bill and Charlie had, thankfully, not caught the question.

"I already told the girls, I'm not answering."

"Ah, see, that doesn't work with me," Sirius said with a charming smile. "I'm relentless."

"He's serious," Remus said, his face a mask. Sirius groaned.

"Bad, Moony, very bad."

I had to agree.

"Now, my dear, answer the question, or I'm going to shout it out for everyone to hear!" Sirius threatened with a grin. I looked at Remus for help, but he merely shrugged, grinning sheepishly at me.

He wanted to know my answer!

I glared at the both of them and clamped my lips together. They were getting nothing from me.

Sirius grinned at me wickedly. He drew a deep breath, and before I could do a thing, bellowed.

"Does Remus-"

The sentence was never finished though, because Remus suddenly clapped his hand over Sirius' mouth. Everyone stared at us. I wanted the floor to open around me.

"Shut up, Sirius!" Remus growled, his eyes sparkling with laughter. "Stop embarrassing her!"

Sirius glared at Remus. Remus jerked his hand back.

"You bit me!"

Sirius grinned. He stared at me expectantly.

"Okay okay," I said, admitting defeat. "Maybe."

I couldn't just up and tell him, not in front of Remus.

"Maybe. Well, that's something."

At that moment I was saved from further questioning by an orange and white streak. The cat I'd seen earlier came tearing in through the door, circled the room twice and tore halfway up the Christmas tree before landing with a thud in my lap. I gasped in surprise as he curled his tail around his paws demurely and stared up at me with his yellow eyes. Everyone in the room burst out laughing.

It had to be the ugliest animal I'd ever seen in my life. He was larger than any cat I'd ever seen and his nose was pushed in, as though he'd hit a wall at a high speed. His fur was very soft, but he was very bowlegged and his tail was skinny, but for a large tuft at the end.

In fact, he was so ugly, he was positively adorable.

"Hello, gorgeous," I said softly, rubbing under his chin. "Where did you come from?"

"That cat is mad," Ginny giggled. "He's Hermione's."

Hermione's cat blinked at me and I heard him begin to purr. I continued to pet him.

"His name's Crookshanks," Hermione told me with a grin. "I'm surprised he came to you. Usually if Sirius is around he won't go to anybody else."

Sirius grinned at me, reached over and stroked Crookshanks' back. The cat was positively in his element.

Everyone eventually went back to what they'd been doing, meaning that Remus, Sirius and I were out of the spotlight again. I sighed and leaned back against Remus.

"What does snogging mean?" I asked suddenly.

Sirius stared at me. Crookshanks yowled at him and leapt off my lap. He hissed and Sirius realised that he had the cat's tail in a death grip. He let it go as I felt Remus start to laugh against my back.

"Does it mean something bad?" I asked, feeling my face heat up. "I hope I didn't just swear or something."
Sirius started to laugh as well. My face burned more. I reached behind myself and pinched Remus hard. He let out a yelp, but went back to laughing right after.

"Well, stop laughing at me and tell me then!" I demanded, crossing my arms.

"I'm sorry," Sirius gasped. Remus was still laughing to hard. "You just surprised me is all. I can't speak for that prat."

I continued to pout. It took Remus another moment to get himself under control.

"Well? What does it mean?"

"Um..." Sirius said, grinning slightly. "Well, maybe Remus should tell you."

Remus caught me under the chin and turned my face slightly, kissing me deeply. I stared at him in surprise and a little uncomfortably. Sirius was grinning at us and didn't look uncomfortable at all.

"Okay..." I said slowly. Remus chuckled again.

"That's snogging."

"Ohh," I said, finally understanding. "It means kissing."

Sirius chuckled. "Sort of. More...making out than kissing."

I flushed again. Sirius grinned at me then turned to Remus.

"Have you been having any luck, Moony?" he asked. "Do you think you're getting closer at all?"

I leaned back against Remus again and closed my eyes. I heard him answer no but I didn't hear much after that. I drifted off to sleep.

I didn't wake when Remus lifted me into his arms and carefully carried me up the stairs to the room we would be staying in.

*

"Where are you headed today, Remus?" Arthur asked the next morning, pouring himself a cup of tea. I leaned on my hand, slowly adding milk to my own tea. I could barely keep my eyes open.

"I thought we would go to London," Remus answered, leaning over and taking the milk out of my hand before my cup could overflow. "Do some last minute Christmas shopping. Let Jules look around a bit."

I looked up at the sound of my name, blinking at Remus through eyes that felt like they had been replaced by sandpaper.

"What?" I asked intelligently. Remus grinned at me.

"Go back to sleep Jules," he said quietly. Arthur chuckled.

"Are you sure you want to do that today? Maybe you should give it another day."

"Well, tomorrow is Christmas, so I didn't think we should wait. And we go back to Canada on the twenty-seventh, so really, today is the only day."

"You're only staying till the twenty-seventh?" Ginny asked as she came into the kitchen, looking crestfallen. "How come?"

"I need to get back and find what I'm looking for."

"Go then," Ginny said with a grin. "Jules can stay here."

I lifted my head up off my arm, raising an eyebrow at Ginny.

"What?" I said, again showing my wondrous intelligence. Both Ginny and Remus laughed at me.

"Here," Ginny said, placing a glass in front of me. "This works better than tea. This will wake you up."

I stared at the liquid in the glass. It looked like plain orange juice.

Remus was pouting at Ginny. She grinned at him and gave him a playful shove.

"I was joking, silly. Of course I'd want you to stay too."

I carefully raised the glass to my mouth. My hands were shaking slightly from exhaustion. I had no idea why I was so tired because I'd certainly fallen asleep early enough. I nearly choked on the ice cold juice. I could feel warmth rushing through my veins and felt the sandpaper leave my eyes.

"What is this?" I asked, sitting up straight at the table.

Ginny shrugged. "Pumpkin juice."

"Pumpkin juice? Interesting." I took another drink. "My Nannie used to make me pumpkin juice, but it never tasted like this."

Ginny grinned sheepishly. "Well, it has special additives."

"Such as?" Remus asked, raising an eyebrow. Ginny refused to say. I wasn't too worried. Whatever the additives were, they worked wonders. I felt like I could swim the ocean back to Canada.

"You said something about going to London?" Ginny asked Remus. "Would it be alright if I tagged along?"

"Of course," Remus answered. "I figured that anyone who wanted to come could come."

"Well, I'd like to come, but I had best be off to work," Arthur announced, standing up and pulling his cloak off the hook. "I will see you all at dinner."

He left as Harry and Ron straggled into the room. Neither of them looked quite awake yet.

"Who's going to London?" Ron muttered, rubbing his eyes.

"We are," I answered. "You too, if you'd like."

"I would love to!" Hermione answered, bounding into the room, her hair already pulled off her face and her eyes bright and alert.

Harry groaned, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "Why are you so perky?"

Hermione grinned at him but said nothing.

I smiled to myself as I continued to drink my special pumpkin juice. I thought Ron and Harry could use a glass.

Within an hour, everyone was ready to go. It would be Remus, Sirius, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and I going. We all piled into the same car that we'd arrived in the day before. Again, I was amazed at the amount of room inside the car.

The trip to London was a long one. I watched the scenery roll by as we drove. The car was noisy as everyone chatted merrily.

I noticed, once we got to London, that everyone seemed wary of spending too much time outside. Sirius would leave wherever we were at first and look around, then come back and tell everyone it was okay. Then we'd hurry on to the next place.

It was still nice to be there. We stayed around the same area, and just spent time together, shopping and laughing and talking. We were searching for a place to eat when a little pub caught my eye. It was tiny and a little grubby-looking.

"Let's go there," I said, pointing. "It looks neat."

"Where?" Harry asked, looking around.

"There," I answered. I couldn't see the sign, so I pointed again. "It's a little pub."

"There?" Sirius asked, pointing at the same place I was pointing at. He looked startled and a little shaken. I thought I saw suspicion flash in his eyes, but when I looked closer, his eyes were clear.

"Yes," I answered. "Why? What's wrong with there?"

All of them were staring at me as though I'd grown a second head. What was going on?

"Nothing's wrong with that place," Harry answered. "If that's where you want to go, that's where we'll go."

We started toward it. Remus took my hand. His face was pale and he kept glancing sideways at me.

As we came closer to the pub, I could finally see the sign clearly. It was called the Leaky Cauldron.