Sirius isn't quite sure what to make of that. He does wonder if maybe Remus felt the same way about the Shrieking Shack. If, after awhile, he saw it less as a monthly prison and more as a place where no one could harm him and he couldn't harm anyone else. Or if that hadn't mattered at all given their excursions once they'd all mastered becoming Animagi.

"I could cast a spell," he says after a moment, his hand still curled loosely around Kieren's wrist. "Like a bubble around you. Invisible. You couldn't hurt anyone and no one could hurt you. It's not the same, I know. It isn't... a shelter, I suppose. But."