For the second time in what seemed like seconds, his heart stopped. Harry. The longing in his chest could only mean that Harry Potter was the third individual sharing the compartment with Remus. He had assumed that after the deaths of Lily and James, and because he spent so little time with Harry in his infancy during the war that his bonds wouldn’t recognize him as pack, but obviously he was mistaken. He had thought of Harry almost every day since the deaths of his best friends, routinely asking Dumbledore for updates on his wellbeing, but Dumbledore had never allowed him to visit, and Remus wasn't keen to disappoint the boy. He had nothing to offer. Harry was better off without him. 