Harry shook his head, but he mostly ignored the question. He took in the disheveled appearance, and the sound of his voice. The smile didn't reach his eyes either. If it had been any other student they might have bought the act, but Harry wasn't any other student.

"I'll make some tea," Harry said in a soft tone. Immediately he went into the kitchen and started the pot. Sirius's answer to most nightmares began with tea, and he always made it the proper way with no magic. He thought if nothing else the ritual may be familiar to Remus as he was sure Siri had made it for him on numerous occasions.

A few minutes later he brought the tray in with the cups and sugar, setting it down on the table in the living room before he took a seat. "Did you have a bad dream, Uncle Remus?"