The tugging on his mind stopped, and information flooded his brain. Images flashed by, too fast to see, but all immersed with scents: peppermint and sage and pine and fresh air, mixed with the sweet scent of baby powder and lavender. These were Moony’s emotions- and memories. Harry had never realized that memories and emotions and could have scent, but for a wolf, he supposed it would make sense.
“Moony?” he murmured.
The wolf relaxed and laid down in front of him, deliberately putting himself in a submissive position. Pup. It’s been a very long time.
Harry’s eyes widened as the rich, deep voice sounded in his head. “Did you just…”
*You are Pack, and therefore bonded. There is much that is unknown about werewolves because of fear and ignorance. Most dismiss us as heartless, mindless stupid beasts. I – we – have been away, as well, and that weakens the bond. I have also been deeply hampered by that poisonous potion Remus insists on drinking from that snake that he trusts. The wolf cocked his head. I can see that there are blocks in your mind, young one. Would you like me to remove them?
“Harry.” Hermione whispered frantically, tugging on his sleeve. “Harry, the Dementors are coming!”
He swore as he felt the familiar burning cold creep nearer. “Moony, run! Get out of here – find a place to hide! Hermione, we’ve got to go!” He exclaimed, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her away.
Wait, young ones. I will go with you.
“No! You can’t! I don’t know how the Dementors will affect you.” Harry snapped. “If you can keep your mind, then help Padfoot. Find the rat. Wormtail. You know these woods far better than we do. Just remember, we need him alive!” He let Hermione tug him away, and they ran deeper into the forest.
“Well, that just took a strange turn.” Hermione called as they fought their way through the trees.
“So much for your ‘we can’t be seen’ mandate!”
“Shut it! Now is not the time!”
“Did you just make a time joke?”
It was a sign that they had run from danger one too many times, Hermione thought wildly, when they could joke and snark at each other as they ran.
They found the pond where earlier!Harry and Sirius, Harry’s godfather, were already collapsed by the water’s edge. The Dementors had found them too and were circling ever lower, intent on their prey.
“Right there.” Harry said, pointing to a break in the woods nearby. “That’s where I saw my dad.”
“Harry…” Hermione replied sadly, transfixed by the scene before them. The Dementors had completely engulfed the two bodies, shielding them from sight. “No one’s coming.” She choked back a sob as the wraith like beings retreated, revealing Sirius and Harry once more. A white orb drifted out of Sirius’s mouth, hovering just above his body. “He’s dead…”
Harry burst into action, running a few steps forward and drawing his wand. “Expecto Patronum!” He cried, putting every single happy thought and emotion he could muster behind the spell. Silver light streamed out of his wand, quickly forming into the shape of a stag, which immediately charged into the horde of Dementors, forcing them back from the bodies of his earlier self and Sirius.
He watched for a moment, slightly in awe, before heading back into the trees to go back to where Hermione was waiting a few yards away.