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Professor Neville Longbottom (profplant) wrote in silverage,

He looked at Remus's face, filled with confusion, and realized his mistake. "Lupin, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-" He mentally berated himself. First Lily, then Ginny- at least with her he couldn't reveal the future. "You're Remus Lupin. You're," he lowered his voice to a whisper and looked about, ducking a little to make sure he wasn't overheard "a werewolf." He lifted his head, smiling apologetically, before continuing in a normal voice. "And in my third year, you were my professor. You're why I decided to go into teaching, you know. Because you were the first one who ever encouraged me." He took another drink, and held out the bottle.

He sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. I knew you were in town, I just didn't realize you were so young. First War, right? Voldemort just coming into power, everything's crazy and you obviously don't know who to trust. Well. You can trust me. Will, in the future, any way. Don't know each other that well. Probably not well enough to hug, only I couldn't help it. I grew up with my Gran, with my parent's locked in a ward, only seeing them on holidays. For Christmases my mum gave me gum wrappers, and it was the only sign we had that she even knew who I was. Now, of course, she's doing a bit better- still. I went to Hogwarts, Gryffindor House with Harry Potter. He's one of my best mates, Harry. You- you taught us our third year. Taught Harry to cast his first Patronus, which he taught all of us a few years later. We fought together, you and me and Harry and the Order."

He was drunk. Drunker than he'd meant to be, anyway, talking and talking and not caring what came out of his mouth- just wanted to tell someone everything, anyone who would listen.