her office. 

There was a low moan from the other end of the ward. Ron had woken up. 

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They could see him sitting up, rubbing his head, looking around. 

"What -- what happened?" he groaned. "Harry? Why are we in here? Where's 
Sirius? Where's Lupin? What's going on?" 

Harry and Hermione looked at each other. 

"You explain," said Harry, helping himself to some more chocolate. 

When Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the hospital wing at noon the next 
day, it was to find an almost deserted castle. The sweltering, heat and 
the end of the exams meant that everyone was taking full advantage of 
another Hogsmeade visit. Neither Ron nor Hermione felt like going, 
however, so they and Harry wandered onto the grounds, still talking 
about the extraordinary events of the previous night and wondering where 
Sirius and Buckbeak were now. Sitting near the lake, watching the giant 
squid waving its tentacles lazily above the water, Harry lost the thread 
of the conversation as he looked across to the opposite bank. The stag 
had galloped toward him from there just last night.... 

A shadow fell across them and they looked 'tip to see a very bleary-eyed 
Hagrid, mopping his sweaty face with one of his tablecloth-sized 
handkerchiefs and beaming down at them. 

"Know I shouldn' feel happy, after wha' happened las' night," he said. 
"I mean, Black escapin' again, an, everythin' -- but guess what?" 

"What?" they said, pretending to look curious. 

"Beaky! He escaped! He's free! Bin celebratin' all night!" 

"That's wonderful!" said Hermione, giving Ron a reproving look because 
he looked as though he was close to laughing. 

"Yeah... can't've tied him up properly," said Hagrid, gazing happily out 
over the grounds. "I was worried this mornin', mind... thought he mighta 
met Professor Lupin on the grounds, but Lupin says he never ate anythin' 
las' night...." 

"What?" said Harry quickly. 

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"Blimey, haven' yeh heard?" said Hagrid, his smile fading a little. He 
lowered his voice, even though there was nobody in sight. "Er -- Snape 
told all the Slytherins this mornin'.... Thought everyone'd know by 
now... Professor Lupin's a werewolf, see. An' he was loose on the 
grounds las' night.... He's packin' now, o' course. 

"He's packing?" said Harry, alarmed. "Why?" 

"Leavin', isn' he?" said Hagrid, looking surprised that Harry had to 
ask. "Resigned firs' thing this mornin'. Says he can't risk it happenin 
again. 

Harry scrambled to his feet. 

"I'm going to see him," he said to Ron and Hermione. 

"But if he's resigned --" 

"-- doesn't sound like there's anything we can do --" 

"I don't care. I still want to see him. I'll meet you back here." 

Lupin's office door was open. He had already packed most of his things. 
The grindylow's empty tank stood next to his battered old suitcase, 
which was open and nearly full. Lupin was bending over something on his 
desk and looked up only when Harry knocked on the door. 

"I saw you coming," said Lupin, smiling. He pointed to the parchment he 
had been poring over. It was the Marauder's Map. 

"I just saw Hagrid," said Harry. "And he said you'd resigned. It's not 
true, is it?" 

"I'm afraid it is," said Lupin. He started opening his desk drawers and 
taking out the contents. 

"Why?" said Harry. "The Ministry of Magic don't think you were helping 
Sirius, do they?" 

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Lupin crossed to the door and closed it behind Harry. 

"No. Professor Dumbledore managed to convince Fudge that I was trying to 
save your lives." He sighed. "That was the final straw for Severus. I 
think the loss of the Order of Merlin hit him hard. So he -- er -accidentally 
let slip that I am a werewolf this morning at breakfast." 

"You're not leaving just because of that!" said Harry. 

Lupin smiled wryly. 

"This time tomorrow, the owls will start arriving from parents.... They 
will not want a werewolf teaching their children, Harry. And after last 
night, I see their point. I could have bitten any of you.... That must 
never happen again." 

"You're the best Defense Against the Dark Arts- teacher we've ever had!" 
said Harry. "Don't go!" 

Lupin shook his head and didn't speak. He carried on emptying his 
drawers. Then, while Harry was trying to think of a good argument to 
make him stay, Lupin said, "From what the headmaster told me this 
morning, you saved a lot of lives last night, Harry. if I'm proud of 
anything I've done this year, it's how much you've learned.... Tell me 
about your Patronus." 

"How d'you know about that?" said Harry, distracted. 

"What else could have driven the dementors back?" 

Harry told Lupin what had happened. When he'd finished, Lupin was 
smiling again. 

"Yes, your father was always a stag when he transformed," he said. "You 
guessed right... that's why we called him Prongs." 

Lupin threw his last few books into his case, closed the desk drawers, 
and turned to look at Harry. 

"Here -- I brought this from the Shrieking Shack last night," he said, 

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handing Harry back the Invisibility Cloak. "And..." He hesitated, then 
held out the Marauder's Map too. "I am no longer your teacher, so I 
don't feel guilty about giving you back this as well. It's no use to me, 
and I daresay you, Ron, and Hermione will find uses for it." 

Harry took the map and grinned. 

"You told me Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs would've wanted to 
lure me out of school... you said they'd have thought it was funny." 

"And so we would have," said Lupin, now reaching down to close his case. 
"I have no hesitation in saying that James would have been highly 
disappointed if his son had never found any of the secret passages out 
of the castle." 

There was a knock on the door. Harry hastily stuffed the Marauder's Map 
and the Invisibility Cloak into his pocket. 

It was Professor Dumbledore. He didn't look surprised to see Harry 
there. 

"Your carriage is at the gates, Remus," he said. 

"Thank You, Headmaster." 

Lupin picked up his old suitcase and the empty grindylow tank. 

"Well -- good-bye, Harry," he said, smiling. "It has been a real 
pleasure teaching you. I feel sure we'll meet again sometime. 
Headmaster, there is no need to see me to the gates, I can manage...." 

Harry had the impression that Lupin wanted to leave as quickly as 
possible. 

"Good-bye, then, Remus," said Dumbledore soberly. Lupin shifted the 
grindylow tank slightly so that he and Dumbledore could shake hands. 
Then, with a final nod to Harry and a swift smile, Lupin left the 
office. 

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heard the door close and looked up. Dumbledore was still there. 

"Why so miserable, Harry?" he said quietly. "You should be very proud of 
yourself after last night." 

"It didn't make any difference," said Harry bitterly. "Pettigrew got 
away." 

"Didn't make any difference?" said Dumbledore quietly, "It made all the 
difference in the world, Harry. You helped uncover the truth. You saved 
an innocent man from a terrible fate." 

Terrible. Something stirred in Harry's memory. Greater and more terrible 
than ever before... Professor Trelawney's prediction! 

"Professor Dumbledore -- yesterday, when I was having my Divination 
exam, Professor Trelawney went very -- very strange." 

"Indeed?" said Dumbledore. "Er -- stranger than usual, you mean?" 

"Yes... her voice went all deep and her eyes rolled and she said ... she 
said Voldemort's servant was going to set out to return to him before 
midnight.... She said the servant would help him come back to power." 
Harry stared up at Dumbledore. "And then she sort of became normal 
again, and she couldn't remember anything she'd said. Was it -- was she 
making a real prediction?" 

Dumbledore looked mildly impressed. 

"Do you know, Harry, I think she might have been." he said thoughtfully. 
"Who'd have thought it? That brings her total of real predictions up to 
two. I should offer her a pay raise...." 

"But --" Harry looked at him, aghast. How could Dumbledore take this so 
calmly? 

"But -- I stopped Sirius and Professor Lupin from killing Pettigrew! 
That makes it my fault if Voldemort comes back!" 

"It does not," said Dumbledore quietly. "Hasn't your experience with the 

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Time-Turner taught you anything, Harry? The consequences of our actions 
are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a 
very difficult business indeed.... Professor Trelawney, bless her, is 
living proof of that.... You did a very noble thing, in saving 
Pettigrew's life." 

"But if he helps Voldemort back to power 

"Pettigrew owes his life to you. You have sent Voldemort a deputy who is 
in your debt.... When one wizard saves another wizard's life, it creates 
a certain bond between them... and I'm much mistaken if Voldemort wants 
his servant in the debt of Harry Potter." 

"I don't want a connection with Pettigrew!" said Harry. "He betrayed my 
parents!" 

"This is magic at its deepest, its most impenetrable, Harry. But trust 
me... the time may come when you will be very glad you saved Pettigrew's 
life." 

Harry couldn't imagine when that would be. Dumbledore looked as though 
he knew what Harry was thinking. 

"I knew your father very well, both at Hogwarts and later, Harry," he 
said gently. "He would have saved Pettigrew too, I am sure of it." 

Harry looked up at him. Dumbledore wouldn't laugh -- he could tell 
Dumbledore... 

"I thought it was my dad who'd conjured my Patronus. I mean, when I saw 
myself across the lake ... I thought I was seeing him." "An easy mistake 
to make," said Dumbledore softly. "I expect you'll tire of hearing it, 
but you do look extraordinarily like James. Except for the eyes.