Having the ability to transform into a dog comes in handy when pushing past the security of the esteemed Hogwarts. He bypasses witches and wizards holding their own copy of the prophet, all speculating about his motive, his actions. They don’t know him. What he’s been through. He corners a particularly loud Witch. Spouting off nonsense about his traitorous ways. Her flesh is chewy, her blood coats his fur in warm rivets of red. Her screams are silenced. He leaves her dead and bleeding in an alley. Stomach full and a taste for blood in his maw.