"You are a good boy, Harry, you know that?" And he wanted to hit some children for 'Harry hunting', but he pushed that thought away. "Don't worry, you don't have to go back to that school."

Damn it. School.

Well, he pushed that back for now. "It's really hard. And yeah, if people find out you are a werewolf, they are really mean. Makes it hard to get a job, you know? But the story I want to tell you, it's about a little boy. Just a little older than you."

Sirius reached for his wand on the nightstand. Then he pulled Harry close against his chest and he moved his wand, making the figure of a little boy appear, all made up of silvery dust, from the looks of it. "He was a wizard, just like me and you. And wizards and witches, when we turn eleven, we get a letter that invites us to Hogwarts. That's the best school in the world!"

Of course he was convinced of that. "But the problem was that our little boy, he was a werewolf. So he was sad, because he thought he wouldn't be able to go to the school." He watched as the little silver boy cried in front of them.