Harry eyed the stairs dubiously, before ascending slowly, gripping the banister. He shut his bedroom door behind him, but he could still hear the shouting. Gingerly, he lowered himself down to sit on his bed, and wait for Moony. He ended up sat opposite the mirror on his wardrobe, and quickly averted his gaze, but not before catching sight of the blood smeared on his front. It took nearly an hour for the shouting to stop, and another before there was a gentle knock on his door. Remus peered into the room.