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The wolf huffed.

“No?”

Nothing.

“A professor, then?”

The laugh-ish snort returned.

“No again?”

The wolf scratched at their ear with their back paw, as if to say, “Just a wolf, thanks.”

“I know you’re not,” Harry said, his voice dropping. “You know who I am, don’t you?”

Another huff Harry chose to read as an affirmative.

“Then you know I was rather close to Sirius Black. I know an animagus when I see one,” he said, most of the time, he added mentally.

The wolf turned back to look at him, narrowing their eyes.

“You’re not helping your case,” Harry pointed out. “Because you clearly understand me.”

Their eyes became impossibly narrower.

“You’re a bit rubbish at being a dog, mate,” Harry laughed.

The wolf snapped at him half-heartedly.

“So, will you tell me?”

The wolf looked at him intently for a moment, then stood, and began to walk away from Harry, back towards the wood.

“Hey!” Harry called to him, but the wolf didn’t look back.

Harry watched them disappear into the line of the trees, becoming more convinced with each step that, whatever was going on in this castle, whatever haunting he felt, had a lot to do with that damn dog.