For the first time in decades, Remus had forgotten about the full moon. It was only a little after three in the afternoon the day before when Harry questioned why they hadn’t left for The Den. Sirius was there already reinforcing the wards and the sun set so early in the Winter, Remus wasn’t anticipating nightfall. Moony’s agitation was worse than it had ever been in the days since Hermione was attacked, and he felt foolish that he didn’t correlate it with the rising of the moon.