            It took Sirius transforming into Padfoot to finally break her anxious vigil. The shaggy dog took her wrist gently in his maw, whining until she followed. Hermione let herself be led to her bedroom, where she curled on top of the blankets. Padfoot circled twice, before settling in the crook of her knees. Even with the furnace of a dog pressed against her, Hermione could not will herself to nap. She laid there, clutching her wand, listening for the scratch of talons on the glass.