No matter how much he racks his brain, there's no reason good enough for Harry's scar burning. He'll do research while Sirius tries talking to Harry, maybe there's something. Hopefully there's something, somewhere, because he hates this helplessness that's settling in.

Remus catches himself just as he's about to reach over to brush his hair back so he can check on his scar as well. It feels so odd to not offer at least another squeeze of the shoulder, or ruffling his hair, but Harry's reaction from earlier replays in his head.

Instead of doing any of those things, he just gives a small nod and stands. "Yes, maybe. If it gets worse, we can take you to the infirmary. Maybe Poppy will know something." A beat. "Would you like me to bring you more cereal? ...anything?"