“Professor?” Hermione whispered, meeting the wolf’s angry amber gaze and searching frantically for a hint of the calm, quiet man she knew.
“Hermione.” Harry warned in a low tone, grabbing her by the arm to stop her. “Let me try. He – Remus knows me. Maybe Moony will too.” He stepped forward and directly in front of her before she could protest, drawing a rumbling snarl from the wolf.
“Easy, Moony.” Harry said calmly. “C’mon, you know me. I’m your cub, remember? You and Remus used to visit nearly every day. You gave me a stuffed rabbit that I used to carry everywhere, even over that dog plushie that Sirius – Padfoot- gave me.” He felt a slight probing at his mind, and automatically followed the link, even as he kept talking. “I used to call you ‘ Mooey’, cuz I couldn’t pronounce my ‘n’s. You were so thrilled and smug, because I said it before Padfoot.” He paused, startled, as information flooded his brain. Images flashed by, too fast to see, but all immersed with scents: peppermint and sage, 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. Cub. It’s been a very long time.
Harry’s eyes widened as the rich, deep voice sounded in his head. “Did you just…”
My bond-mate is a very powerful and stubborn man. I only just broke through the chains and walls he has up between us. I have also been deeply hampered by that poisonous potion he insists on drinking from that cobra that he trusts.
“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, cub. 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!”