Chapter 8- Fourth Year
It took the Marauders a week to settle back into their old rhythm, to become comfortable with each other again. Things were tense at first, especially after James returned from the hospital wing—no one seemed willing to address what had happened. The silence was heavy, the awkwardness palpable. But slowly, over the next few days, the familiar jokes started to surface, and the usual banter crept back into their conversations. Remus couldn’t help but suspect that at some point, Sirius and James had a private talk because by the end of the week, everything had returned to normal. The old dynamic had returned, even if it had been slightly altered beneath the surface.
Lily, however, was a different story. As Professor Kettleburn droned on about Bundimuns—disgusting green blobs with far too many eyes for Remus’s liking—his thoughts kept drifting back to her. He had tried to talk to her again on the way to class, but Lily was still hurt by Snape’s near-death experience. She told him, gently but firmly, that she needed more time before she could forgive him. Remus had promised himself he’d respect her space, but it didn’t make the ache in his chest any easier to bear. He missed her. "Bundimuns are household pests that excrete acidic substances," Kettleburn said, pulling Remus out of his thoughts. They were in the Transfiguration courtyard, purposely away from the castle to avoid the creatures’ goo getting everywhere. "Can anyone tell me what they eat?"
Remus’s attention flicked back to the ugly green creature, and it seemed James’s did as well. "Gods, that thing smells disgusting," James complained, crinkling up his nose in disgust. Remus made a noise of agreement, watching in horror as one of its eyes dropped off, only to see a new Bundimun begin to form in its place. "Are you serious? Those things can reproduce by dropping eyes?" Remus muttered, his stomach churning as the creature grew larger. “You summoned me?” Sirius’s voice interrupted, and Remus turned to find him smirking. “What?” Remus asked, still distracted by the grotesque creature. “You know what would be really funny?” James’s voice cut through, ignoring Sirius's comment. “What?” Sirius and Peter whispered in unison, just as Kettleburn shot them a warning glare. “If we somehow managed to sneak one of these into the dungeons,” James said, his eyes lighting up with that all-too-familiar glint of mischief. “How the hell would we get that thing into the castle without getting covered in goo?” Remus asked, eyeing the Bundimun with mild disdain. "Okay, well, why don’t you guys find a way to distract the professor, and I’ll see what happens if I levitate it," James suggested, scanning the group for approval. Remus shrugged, knowing full well that Sirius would probably end up as the primary distraction. That meant he could just stand back and enjoy the chaos that was sure to unfold.
Remus was right to assume the next few minutes would be entertaining. Sirius had decided that setting fire to one of the trees behind them would be the perfect distraction, and, well, Remus wouldn’t deny that it worked—perhaps a bit too well. The fire quickly got out of control, and before anyone could do anything, most of the tree was engulfed in flames. Sirius moved back to stand beside Remus, a grimace tugging at his face. He leaned in, whispering a quiet "Whoops" in his ear. Remus fought to keep a straight face, but despite the chaos unfolding in front of them, he couldn’t help but smile.
Eventually, the fire around the tree was mostly under control, and just as things were settling, James crept up behind them, smelling absolutely horrific. "Gods, James, you were supposed to levitate it, not hug it," Peter complained, crinkling his nose in disgust. Remus turned away from the tree to get a better look at James, who was now completely coated in the acidic goop. “Umm, that doesn’t burn, does it?” Remus asked, concern creeping into his voice as he eyed the mess. “Not yet,” James grumbled, looking thoroughly put out. "But I'd much prefer it gone."
“How did this even happen?” Sirius asked, his voice laced with amusement that he was trying hard to mask. “Well, it seemed that the Bundimun didn’t appreciate being lifted off the ground and activated some kind of defense mechanism, which resulted in my current situation,” James explained glumly. That was too much for Remus and Sirius to handle. They burst into laughter, Sirius practically doubled over trying to catch his breath, while Remus had to take a couple steps away, struggling to regain control. "I’m glad you find it so funny," James said sarcastically, and Remus noticed Peter was doing his best not to laugh as well.
The whole class was still distracted by the tree, so the Marauders quickly slipped away to hide behind a nearby statue. “Right, so how are we getting this off me?” James asked, crossing his arms—and instantly regretting it as the goo squelched under the pressure. “Look, I can perform Scourgify on you,” Sirius suggested with a shrug, and everyone else nodded in agreement. “That works on humans, right?” Peter asked, gesturing to James’s goo-covered head and arms. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it?” Sirius replied, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Peter just shrugged, still looking a little skeptical. “Alright, you ready, Potter?” Sirius asked, wand raised. James nodded quickly, closing his eyes dramatically. Sirius flicked his wand, and after a second, all of the green substance vanished from James’s body—though the smell still lingered faintly. It seemed like the spell had worked perfectly. That is, until James opened his mouth to speak. Instead of words, a massive bubble came out, disappearing with a pop after a second or two. It only took Remus a couple moments to completely lose it, sliding down the statue in a fit of laughter. Sirius wasn’t much better, doubling over again, and even Peter had to stifle a laugh. James tried to voice his complaints, but every time he opened his mouth, more bubbles came out, which only sent the others into another round of hysterical laughter.
It wasn’t until Divination the next day that James finally stopped smelling like shit and speaking in bubbles. By then, everyone had figured out what had happened—though, in reality, it wasn’t so much a mystery as it was Remus and Sirius telling people between fits of laughter. The whole situation was so funny that even Lily couldn’t help but laugh a little, which gave Remus the perfect opportunity to finally have a proper conversation with her and apologise. This is when he learnt that Sirius had also apologised to Lily as well as Snape, which surprised both of them but made Remus very happy. So now that Lily was talking to him again, the only thing he had to worry about now was the upcoming October full moon that Saturday.
He was still thinking about it when Mary shook his shoulder. “Remus, did you hear me?” she asked. Remus blinked at her, confused, which caused her to roll her eyes. “I said I want to look at all your hands to see which element you each relate to.” They were sitting in the heavily-scented Divination classroom, and Remus vaguely remembered Trelawney mentioning something about hand reading earlier. “Yeah, alright,” Remus said, looking at the others. “Who’s going first?” It turned out James wanted to go first, so Remus swapped seats with him and watched as Mary took James’s hands in her own. "Right, so your fingers are quite long," she said, a slight smirk tugging at her lips—a look that Remus unfortunately understood "And your palms are square, which means your element should be air," she finished, dropping James’s hands with a flourish. James nodded, looking pleased with himself, and swapped seats with Remus again.
"Right, you also have long fingers, Remus," Mary said, picking up his hands. Remus gave her a knowing look, which made her giggle. "But your palms are more rectangular than square, which means your element is water," she continued, carefully examining his hands. "What do these elements mean exactly?" Remus asked, taking his hands back. "Well, it means you'll be better and stronger when casting spells related to your element," Mary explained. Remus tilted his head in surprise. He hadn’t realised that your element made you stronger in certain areas of magic—hell, he hadn’t even known about elements until today.
"Alright, Lupin, it’s my turn," Sirius said, grabbing Remus by the arm and lifting him up. "Hmm, your fingers are shorter, but your palms are longer," Mary observed once Sirius was finally seated. Remus couldn’t help but smirk slightly, which earned him a confused glance from James. "So your element would be fire." Mary concluded. "Yeah, that adds up," James joked, which caused Sirius to flash him a wide grin and Remus couldn’t help but fondly remember the burning tree from yesterday. "Alright, your turn, Pete," Mary said, kicking Sirius lightly in the shin to get him to move from the beanbag. Peter handed over his hands nervously, and Mary began to examine them. "This is interesting," she commented, squinting at Peter’s palms. "Peter has short fingers and short palms, which means all four of you have different elements."
"So my element is earth?" Peter asked, his voice tentative as Mary let go of his hands. "Yep, that’s the same as me," she said cheerfully, turning back to her table to jot down their results.
"Well, I obviously have the coolest element," Sirius bragged, looking far too pleased with himself. Remus rolled his eyes, relaxing back against his beanbag. "Last time I checked, water puts out fire, so I think mine’s better," he explained and Sirius looked like he was desperately trying to think of a counterargument. "Well actually, air can control both fire and water, so I think I win," James chimed in, grinning. Sirius and Remus exchanged a look of disagreement before both turning to argue with James. After a few moments of heated discussion Peter decided to join in, "I think you’ll find that air, fire, and water don’t exist without Earth," he said casually, stopping everyone in their tracks. After a moment of thinking they all reluctantly admitted that Peter had a point and went back to their work in defeat. "You guys are idiots," Marlene announced from where she was watching with amusement. "I can't believe you’re letting Peter fool you like that."
"What do you mean?" James asked, looking confused. "Fire, water, and air exist on other planets, not just Earth," Marlene explained. There was about five seconds of stunned silence before the Marauders started arguing again, while Marlene just sat back and laughed.
During dinner that night, Professor McGonagall approached Remus to let him know that the headmaster wanted to speak with him later. His friends exchanged confused looks, and Remus quickly explained that it was probably just to check how he was settling in. It wasn’t a complete lie, but he suspected that the conversation would also cover the topic of the wolf. He had to ask a friendly ghost named Sir Nick for directions to Dumbledore’s office, but aside from that, the journey was uneventful—until he reached the gargoyle.
Staring at the stone creature, he realised he had no idea how to get inside. Remus stood there for a few minutes, contemplating his options. He tried speaking to the gargoyle, politely asking it to let him through, but that didn’t work. So, he gave it a firm smack on the head, which only ended up hurting his hand more than the statue. He was about to start pushing it when he heard a throat clear behind him. “I see you’ve found your way to my office, Mr Lupin,” Dumbledore said, his voice calm, though the hint of amusement was unmistakable. “Yeah, I was just trying to…” Remus trailed off and gestured awkwardly at the statue. “Yes, I see,” Dumbledore replied, definitely amused now. “The password is chocolate frogs.” The moment the words left his lips, the gargoyle began to spin, revealing a winding staircase leading up to his office.
Dumbledore’s office was a spacious, circular room, with a large desk in the center. The walls were lined with towering bookcases that stretched up to the high ceiling, filled not only with books but also with an assortment of peculiar artifacts—glimmering objects, curious trinkets, and mysterious items that seemed to hum with untold stories. Behind the desk, two grand staircases flanked either side, leading up to a golden arched balcony made of gleaming marble, which offered a commanding view of the room below.
As Remus took in the room, he noticed that Dumbledore had already settled behind his desk, watching him with quiet interest. "Please, take a seat, Mr Lupin," Dumbledore said kindly, gesturing to the chair across from him. Remus moved toward the seat, feeling a bit out of place, and sat down. "Now, I just wanted to make sure you're settling in well here at Hogwarts," the headmaster continued with a smile. "I was pleased to hear you were sorted into Gryffindor. You may have heard that was my house when I was a student here." Remus nodded politely, knowing full well that Dumbledore had been in Gryffindor. He’d also heard that the headmaster set a high standard for the house—one that Remus wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to live up to. “Everything is going well, thank you,” Remus replied, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap.
"I also wanted to ask how everything went with your first full moon," Dumbledore continued, his eyes scanning Remus carefully. And there it was—the conversation Remus had been expecting. "It went about as well as you'd hoped. No one got injured, and it’s still a secret," Remus answered, deliberately avoiding the headmaster’s gaze. Of course, there had been an injury, but it was one that came with the territory; he had learned long ago that he wouldn’t escape undamaged during full moons. "Is there anything we can do to make it more comfortable... or easier?" Dumbledore asked, still watching him closely, as though trying to detect any trace of dishonesty. "No, everything was fine," Remus replied, hoping that the conversation was coming to a close, wondering if he’d be dismissed soon. "Well, that’s all, Mr. Lupin," Dumbledore said at last, tone gentle, he must have noticed Remus’s discomfort. "I wish you the best of luck this Saturday, and I will be in touch." Remus gave him a small nod, offering a quiet thanks before standing up and making his way toward the door. "Just one more thing," Dumbledore’s voice stopped him in his tracks. Remus turned, slightly caught off guard. "Your professors... are they all treating you well?" Dumbledore asked, his tone casual, though his eyes never left Remus. Remus paused, considering the question for a moment. "Yes, yes they are."
Remus was starting to regret lying to Dumbledore when Highcart began discussing their next topic in Defence. The moment the class entered the room, Remus was greeted by the professor with a grin that felt somehow off, unsettling. “I believe you’ll enjoy this class, Mr. Lupin,” Highcart said, still wearing that unnervingly wide smile. Remus managed an awkward half-smile in return, quickly hurrying to his desk. As he passed, he shot a wide-eyed, questioning look at Lily. She simply shrugged, her expression just as confused. Taking their seats, they turned toward the front, but Remus couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. He began bouncing his leg up and down nervously, his anxiety increasing with every passing second. It wasn’t until Lily placed a hand gently on his knee that he realised how much he was fidgeting
“Now, today we’re starting a new spell called the Impediment Jinx,” Highcart began, flipping through the textbook in front of him. Once he found the right page, he looked back up at the class with that same unsettling grin. “First, I’m going to talk a little bit about the origins of the spell and why it was invented,” he continued, moving over to the blackboard. “This jinx has the ability to slow down a target’s velocity, which is incredibly useful if you're being attacked by a creature and don’t want to kill it.” He turned back to the class, still smiling as he spoke. “This spell was created by a wizard named Ricardo Lento. He lived in a small town with a big secret...” There was a pause, and Remus could’ve sworn Highcart’s eyes flickered over to him, just for a moment. “...There was a werewolf among them.” Remus felt his heart stop. Is this what Highcart meant when he said Remus would enjoy this lesson? Surely he couldn’t know. How could he? Maybe Dumbledore had told his professors, but that seemed unlikely. Still, the possibility gnawed at him. If Highcart did know about him—about that—then maybe this was the grudge he held against him. It made sense. And, in a strange way, Remus almost wouldn’t blame him.
“This village werewolf wouldn’t lock himself away each full moon, no,” Highcart continued, pulling Remus out of his spiraling thoughts. “He would attack the village every month, and eventually Lento had had enough. But instead of killing the creature, he decided the best course of action would be to slow it down.” Highcart’s voice softened slightly, a strange note of sympathy in his words. “He taught this spell to the villagers to keep them safe.” It wasn’t until Highcart stopped speaking that Remus realised his hands were shaking. His stomach churned when he overheard a few students in front of him muttering about how they would have just killed the monster, insisting it didn’t deserve kindness.
“Mr. Lupin, why don’t you come up for a demonstration of this spell?” the professor said, his gaze sharp, almost challenging. Remus froze. A wave of nausea hit him. He knows. There was no doubt in his mind now—Highcart knew he was a werewolf. This was the plan: use the werewolf spell on him, in front of everyone, expose him to the class. Panic surged through Remus, and for a moment, his world narrowed to the tight feeling in his chest. He wasn’t about to be outed in front of the whole class—not like this. The professor raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for an answer. But before Remus could speak, James shot to his feet. “Is it alright if I do the demonstration, Professor?” he asked, already moving toward the front of the class. “I’m just really curious about the effects of the spell.” Relief hit Remus like a wave. Highcart hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly nodded. James took up a position a few meters away from him, readying himself for a running start.
Remus was deeply grateful to James at that moment. His nerves were still on edge, but he might’ve broken down entirely if he’d been forced to demonstrate the spell himself. It was hard enough watching it, knowing it had been created because of creatures like him—because his kind had killed innocent civilians. It was a harsh reminder of how dangerous he truly was. A small part of him thought he should be thankful the class was learning this spell—just in case the unimaginable happened and he somehow escaped his shack. When it was time for the students to practice on each other, Remus feigned a headache, hoping to avoid a full-blown anxiety attack.
“I was sick of him always picking on you,” James said, his voice low as they watched Sirius sprint toward Marlene. “That’s why I volunteered in your place.” Remus turned to look at James, a swell of gratitude rushing through him. “Thank you,” he said quietly, turning back to watch the others. “I really didn’t want to do that demonstration.” He caught Lily’s eye then. She was watching him, and he offered her a small smile. She smiled back before turning to practice the spell with Mary. It was still unnerving to see the spell in action, but there was some comfort in knowing that his friends would be able to defend themselves—that they’d be able to protect themselves from him.
As the weekend rolled around, Remus found himself feeling increasingly stressed about the full moon. His nerves were frayed, every second dragging him closer to the inevitable. The others must have sensed it, because they kept asking if he was okay. Remus would always smile in response, brushing it off with a casual excuse about a headache coming on—just enough to explain why he might need to visit the hospital wing later. He even went so far as to rub his temples or press his hand to his forehead, making the act all the more convincing. And, as usual, they bought it. The sympathetic looks followed him through homework sessions and games of chess, the concern flickering in their eyes but never pressing too hard. But Lily... Lily was different. She kept giving him these curious glances, as though she was trying to piece together a puzzle he hadn’t quite figured out how to solve.
“What was the illness you had called, Remus?” Lily asked quietly that afternoon. The Gryffindors were gathered around the fireplace in their usual spots, and Remus was trying his best to focus on his astronomy homework. He paused, caught off guard by the question. He realised with a jolt that he’d never actually been asked about it before—he hadn’t even thought to come up with a name. “Umm… it’s very uncommon,” he said quickly, hoping to deflect. “I don’t think you would have heard of it.” To his relief, Lily didn’t press further, letting the matter drop. But as the conversation moved on, he found himself starting to brainstorm names for his fake illness—just in case the question came up again. After dinner, he made his way back to the hospital wing, the familiar weight of the night settling in. He realised, with a sudden, heavy clarity, that with his friend's recklessness and his condition, he was going to have to get used to this—being here often.
Madam Pomfrey didn’t waste any time guiding him towards the shack, though she did engage in light conversation this time, unlike the last visit. Remus found that he didn’t mind it as much as he’d expected. He let her talk about the various cases she’d handled that week, letting her voice fill the silence while his mind tried to focus elsewhere. When they finally reached the room, her expression softened, growing sad as she surveyed him. It wasn’t until then that he understood, her cheerful chatter had been for both their sakes. “I hate to leave you like this, Remus,” she said gently, her eyes scanning him as though she were already searching for any signs of damage. “But I promise I’ll be back first thing in the morning.”
“I’ll be fine,” he said, the lie tasting bitter in his mouth, they both knew it wasn’t true. She offered him a sad smile anyway, one that lingered in her eyes a moment too long. She then turned and made her way out of the creaking shack.
The transformation was as horrible as always. The minute the sun set, his body was thrown into the same agonising process of snapping bones and a fading mind. The only difference this time was that he woke up naked on the dusty floorboards of the shack. Remus groaned, slowly allowing his mind to return. There was a dim light shining through the window, and he could tell the sun had only just begun to rise.
He lay there for a moment, breathing slowly, trying to reorient himself as the fog of the transformation cleared. Once he felt steady enough, he knew what he had to do: assess the damage. A sharp, burning pain flared in his right leg, but aside from that, the usual aches and bruises were present. He pushed his arms into the cold floorboards, forcing himself to sit up and take a look. He instantly regretted it. His leg was bent at an angle not physically right and he could see the bone sticking out from his calf. A rush of nausea overtook him and he quickly turned his head to the side in order to throw up. He chanced one last look at his leg before squeezing his eyes shut at the sight of blood oozing from where the bone punctured his skin.
At that moment, Madam Pomfrey rushed into the room, and Remus couldn’t summon the energy to care that he was naked. She took one look at him and sighed, her voice heavy with concern. “Oh, Remus…” He didn’t have the chance to respond before another wave of nausea hit him, and he was vomiting again, his body convulsing. “I’m going to put you to sleep, okay?” Madam Pomfrey said gently. “You won’t feel any pain when I take you back to the school.” Remus nodded weakly, his head swimming. The last thing he saw was the nurse raising her wand, her familiar sad expression etched onto her face.
The next time Remus awoke he was in the hospital wing. The first thing he noticed was his leg raised above him in some sort of sling. After further inspection he realised that it was no longer bent at an awkward angle and it seemed that the bone was put back inside. A wave of relief washed over him, and he sank back into the pillow, already feeling drained, even though all he did was sit up and look at his leg. Madam Pomfrey must have noticed he was awake, because she bustled over to his bed moments later, a potion in hand. "Do you feel any pain in your leg?" she asked, her eyes carefully studying it. "No, it’s fine now," Remus answered truthfully. The pain had faded, nothing like the agony he'd felt before. "It’ll hurt when you start walking on it," she said, handing him a small phial. "So I’m going to give you this now, and I’ll send a few more with you to take later." He drank the potion slowly, bracing himself against the horrible taste. Once he finished, Madam Pomfrey helped him to his feet, guiding him as he tested the newly healed leg. It didn’t hurt terribly, but there was a noticeable limp, one he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide.
After determining that Remus was well enough to return to his dormitory, Madam Pomfrey sent him off with his potions, making him promise to come back if the pain worsened. The journey back to the tower was harder than he expected. It took him at least ten extra minutes to make the trek, and by the time he reached the portrait hole, he was completely exhausted. "Remus!" a voice called from behind him. He turned around to see Mary looking at him with concern. "How’s your head?" she asked, stopping to stand next to him. "Yeah, it’s better now," Remus replied, forcing a smile. "But I broke my ankle on the way down, so Madam Pomfrey gave me a few potions for the pain." He hoped his lie was as believable as all the others. Mary gave him a sympathetic frown, her brow furrowing in concern. Without a word, she took his hand and helped him through the portrait hole, steadying him as they went.
“You look like you haven’t slept in weeks. Let’s get you to bed,” Mary said, and before Remus could protest, she gently guided him to his dorm room. “Your limp is pretty bad,” she added, glancing down at him with concern. “I don’t think you should walk on it today. I’ll bring you lunch later.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Remus said quickly, settling into bed as carefully as he could, trying not to aggravate his leg. “I know that,” she replied, her voice firm yet warm, “but I’m still going to, and I don’t want to hear any complaints about it.”
Remus couldn’t help but feel a swell of gratitude for her. He offered a small “thank you,” and Mary smiled down at him, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his forehead before turning to leave. The kindness she showed caught him off guard. Her usual flirty, lighthearted demeanor was replaced by something much softer, and Remus found himself realising just how little he truly knew about his friends. It was a stark reminder that he’d only been here a little over a month—there was so much he hadn’t yet understood.
Mary was true to her word, not only bringing him lunch but also dinner. The other boys teased him about it later, jokingly asking if his new girlfriend would be around to tuck him in. Remus just rolled his eyes, knowing Mary’s kindness was worth the jokes. Sirius, however, teased him the most. It got so bad that Remus actually started to wonder if Sirius was jealous—maybe he had a crush on Mary, or something. It definitely wouldn’t surprise Remus, I mean she was beautiful and did seem like the type of girl Sirius would go for. Eventually the teasing stopped and Remus was able to fall asleep again, despite the fact he had done nothing but sleep all day.
Remus’s leg felt much better after a day of rest and finishing the last of his potions. The Marauders still shot him concerned looks as he limped around the room, trying to adjust to the feeling of using his leg again. But by the time he reached the Great Hall, he was almost walking normally, the pain barely noticeable. It seemed Madam Pomfrey really knew what she was doing when she fixed his leg. Remus couldn’t help but think that if he’d been at home, things would have been different.
Remus was about to dig into his breakfast when Lily walked into the Great Hall, her expression set with determination. She stopped behind him, her voice low but urgent. “Remus, I need to talk to you about something.” He glanced up, startled by her tone. “Yeah, alright,” he said, gesturing to the seat beside him. Lily shook her head, her eyes intense. “No, not here. Somewhere else.” Remus raised an eyebrow, sensing something was off. He could hear the urgency in her voice now. “Umm, okay, can I finish my breakfast first?”
“No.” Remus sighed, standing up slowly. He noticed the Marauders watching them, exchanging curious glances. Giving them a confused shrug, he followed Lily out of the Great Hall, his mind spinning with questions.
Lily led him farther than he expected, peering into classrooms as they walked. Each time she glanced inside, she seemed to reconsider and kept moving forward. By the time they found a room that seemed to suit her, Remus had already grown increasingly nervous. He had no idea what Lily was about to say or why it needed to be so secretive. Maybe she’d figured out why Mr. Highcart disliked him, and this conversation was too important to risk anyone overhearing.
Finally, after Lily cast a few silencing charms and other protective spells on the door, she turned to face Remus. “I’ve been doing some research,” she began, her voice steady but her movements quick as she paced the room. “Well, I’ve mostly been watching you.” She stopped in front of him, her gaze unflinching. “It didn’t add up, Remus. More and more suspicious things kept happening. The first disappearance seemed normal, nothing to worry about. But when I started noticing things like your excessive hunger and your behavior in Defence the other day...” She trailed off, shaking her head as if trying to make sense of it all. “It made me look something up.” Remus’s pulse quickened, and his breath became shallow as he watched her, dread creeping up his spine.
Lily paused, and for a moment, the silence in the room felt deafening. Then she continued, her voice soft but firm. “I needed to be 100% sure. I waited until this Saturday passed—needed to make sure that you going to the hospital wing the night of a full moon wasn’t just a one-off occurrence.” She raised her eyes to meet his, and Remus felt his heart stop.
“I know you’re a werewolf.”