What could they possibly want to speak about? Perhaps they wanted to start up a routine of talking frequently to Harry? He would enjoy that, he thought. Seeing their faces on a weekly basis. Prodding Remus over what that look had been that they’d exchanged above his head. He couldn’t help but wonder about what Sirius had been about to say before Remus had cut him off. Had they been together at school? The idea made Harry’s heart hurt for them both, and the events that had unfolded after they’d been betrayed by Pettigrew. Sirius, in Azkaban, and Remus, all alone, his friends dead, believing he had been betrayed. It was unthinkable.