The wolfsbane was worth the occasional hallucination the next morning when he misjudged the dose; most of the time Remus was sure of this.

"He's happy, isn't he, Remus; Petunia's taking good care of him?"

Lily watched him from her perch on the top of the dresser, frowning, and Remus rubbed his aching eyes and wondered fuzzily if it was forgivable to lie to a friend if she wasn't really there.