"No, Hermione," Harry rolled his eyes. Honestly, what a stupid question. How many attackers tended to knock on the doors of their potential victims? When he opened the door, he found Remus at the ready, wand in hand and Sirius propped up against a dozen pillows on the bed. His godfather wore a corset-like contraption to stabilise his spine. Apparently, it also helped him sit. All in all, he looked considerably better than the last time Harry had seen him. Before he could even properly greet them, Remus was upon him.