“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.