Harry was beginning to realise, to his surprise, that rehashing these moments of his life made him distinctly uncomfortable. Though they initially induced a whoosh of familiarity and confidence - this inevitably fell apart as the picture he had in his head was not reflected in reality. It all started to feel a bit like a fever dream, with the rug being pulled from under him inch by inch, again and again. Much like he had in the graveyard, he found himself blocking much of these unsettling repetitions out. And so, he didn’t particularly listen to Remus’s introduction of his bodyguard - he knew them all anyway. His attention was caught however, when Remus turned a concerned look in his direction.