Harry had appeared originally in owl form, perched at a window, and watching from there. There was something to be said about a bit of distance to handle what has happened. He's proud that Remus won the fight, but his stomach is in knots at the damage that he incurred in doing so. From his spot he is able to keep watch over all three Lupins, as well as his godfather and the puppies.

He loses track of time this way, and finds himself able to handle this easier in this form. It's easier as an animal than a human to accept the nature of kill or be killed. Owls are hunters. Maybe that is why he can handle it better as Hooters.

After a few hours, he takes off in flight, to try and clear his head. When he returns it's morning so he has to teach. He showers, changes in into his clothes and robes, and conducts his class as if nothing has happened. It's just another day. Another battle won. Another injured soldier taken to heal in the infirmary.

By the end of the day he makes his way toward the infirmary and quietly takes a seat next to Remus' bed. His eyes scan every mark, every trace of Fenrir that remains, and for a moment nothing is said. He can't be angry, really, when this was Remus Lupin's fight more than anyone. But there is still traces of that seventeen year old boy who saw his mentor laying on a table next to his wife, both death.

"Well done. How are you feeling?" His tone is so quiet that he almost wonders if he spoke loud enough to be heard at all.